Lyra Garvel.

We're a TechpriestESS.

>>8965330
I'm okay with this.

OH SHI- SERVITOR GRUES

Faggotess Maximus

Acervyn Feddus

Julius Krang.

Anima.

>>8965365

Make that Julius Klang.

>it's dark, you're likely to be hassled by a servitor.
I lold

>>8965330
>>8965363
>>8965384
>Lyra K. Feddel

You check the panel, and reading it helps jostle your memory back into focus. You were originally on the ship traveling to one of the great orbital stations for joint replacement.

It is still dark.

Activate necessary lighting.

>>8965432
>activate lights

You emit a burst of code in the hopes of activating the lights, but nothing happens. Normally, that works. The light systems are probably damaged.

>>8965411
Save power, skip lights.
Contact or go to bridge.

>>8965462
Check inventory.

>>8965466
Try doors, contact bridge?

Proceed to bridge, see if you can collect any data on recent system activity

>>8965548
>look self/inventory
>>look self
>You are about average. You're not very high ranking, either. You have your bodyglove on, thank goodness, but not your robe. You have a single mechadendrite, built for manipulation of fine objects, based in your left shoulder. You have one Good mechanical eye you built yourself after a rogue servitor got you right in the eye with a pick. You have several datadendrites; one for each limb and one in your mask. You have the standard lower-face mask. You have enhanced joints; you were born with these; you're a natural contortionist. You are SO BALD.

>>8965581

Are there any alternate vision modes (low-light, thermal, etc) built into the replacement eye? If yes, activate one. Stumbling around in the dark may damage valuable machinery.

>>8965581
Retrieve robe from drawer with our arms

>>8965581
> SO BALD
Start grimdark webcomic; become rich.

>>8965631
Your eye is meant for very fine detail work. You can zoom with it. The red lights give just enough light to allow a safe exit.

>>8965640
You look around, but you cannot find any drawers! There are no robes in the area.

>>8965631
True, and agreed.

Wait, bald techpriestess?

Here's a wig.

>>8965466
>>8965550
>>8965562
>E

You're now in the forge of the ship. The forge is the heart of any Machine Cult ship, and is where most of the techpriests work and live on the trip. It is a single large room with a central column/literal forge, with various layers of semi-permanent scaffolding surrounding various projects. It is less dark in here. You are much more likely to be hassled by a servitor. In fact, there is one in the corner, letting out plaintive bleats of code. It is stuck in some debris. The room is wrecked; many projects have been dashed to the floor. There are an alarming amount of beeps and trills and whistles coming from the projects. Something has obviously gone wrong.

There is one exit to the west, back to the berths you came from. There is another exit to the other berths to the west as well. To the east, there is an exit to the bridge. There are two more exits, one each north and south, that lead to the airlocks. They are security-locked with red sacred glyphs of warding and danger. You cannot open them as they are now.

>>8965695
Follow red lights to safe exit!
The bridge needs aid!
And we might need to requisition materials to repair our hyper-berth's malfunctions!

>>8965724
Priority: Determine cause for awakening.
Secondary: Find robes.

>>8965724
Investigate stuck servitor.

>>8965751
>Priority: Determine cause for awakening.
You suspect it is whatever caused the ship to be jostled so badly.

>Secondary: Find robes.
You look around, and quickly locate a robe thrown on a cot. It is too big, but not so much that it is impossible to wear. You also grab a belt, and use it to help the robe fit.

The servitor lets out a metallic whine, and two projects throw sparks. The faint code-cant requesting aide continues.

>>8965751
Cause: Malfunctioning berth.
Malfunctions are apparently widespread.
Must find cause of malfunctions!
Sooth machine spirits?

Examine servitor and debris trapping it.

>>8965791
>look servitor
The servitor is a standard aide; it has a multitude of tools in its arms, and legs over treads. It is not intelligent, and will follow your orders to the best of it's ability.

It is currently stuck under some large boxes. One leg has been heavily damaged. You're not sure you can move the boxes.

>female techpriest
>no requests to masturbate with dendrites

I'm so proud of you /tg/.

Are there any signs of life? Any leftovers from an attack? Warp taint?

>>8965799
Investigate damaged projects to ensure they do not pose further risk to themselves or ship.

>>8965799
Free servitor, continue to bridge.

We might need backup.

>>8965844
Apply holy leverage with proper bar and fulcrum to move boxes.

>>8965860
You're not sure. You've been in hibersleep the entire time, and have no frame of reference. There is, however, no sign of Warp taint. The damage seems to be concentrated on the north side of the room.

>>8965871
Most of the projects' damage is superficial, easily repaired, or in disciplines you don't study, and therefore cannot gauge them. They look like they all got tipped over and shaken a bit.

>>8965875
You're not sure you can shove the boxes, but you make an attempt.

>Roll 1d100 to shove boxes; highs bad lows good.

Kk

rolled 40 = 40

>>8965920
Here goes nothing.

>>8965916
>>8965958
>40

You start shoving at the boxes, and then remember a particular parable you learned back when you were first Inducted.

In it, the noble Magos Arkemedios moved a Gargant with a simple, noble machine, revealed to him in a vision.

You reenact the story's climax with a lever, using a nearby downed servo skull as your fulcrum.

>Success!

The servitor continues its beeping and whirring, and tries to stand up. It does not succeed; the lower left leg has been crushed.

There is a nameplate on it's neck, and it is mostly metal. It must be very old, to have so little flesh in it.

>>8966063
Read nametag, repair leg.

Use your lever to give the servitor a temporary peg-leg

>>8966115
Or a crutch, if repairs are infeasible.

>>8966110
>>8966115
>read nametag
It reads '#alt.bin.boss'. Someone had a sense of humor.

>use lever as peg-leg.

You use the servitor's own in-built tools to cobble together a sort of leg, after cutting off the old one. It is very unsteady, but now it can follow you.

>added servitor designate #alt.bin.boss to party!

You apologize profusely to the lever for using it so roughly, promising to restore it to it's proper function after this situation is all over.

Well, aid is needed on the bridge. Onwards.

>>8966181
Okay, now that that's done...

TO THE BRIDGE!

*Batman music!*

>>8966234
>>8966239
You are in the bridge, a cramped little room in the prow of the ship. The servitors built into the structure are emitting damaged code; they are wriggling around a bit in their chairs/frames, and seem to be shutting down permanently. There is the captain, the co-pilot, and the astropath.

All three are dead.

There is also a Techpriest on the ground. He is unconscious, and looks badly injured. A mechadendrite of his has been raggedly severed, and he is leaking vital fluids from his chest. The rank marking on his sleeve tell you he is a Sergeant of some sort. You have not inloaded military ranks, though.

>>8965303
>hibersleep
>hiber-berth

Perhaps you meant 'Hypersleep'? 'Cryosleep' would also fit. And I believe it's 'Birth', as in "Hyper-Birth"...? ...That isn't an actual term is it?
Sorry to step in like this, but your excessive use of words-that-aren't-right bugs me.

>>8966277
>define berth
A place to sleep or stay; accommodations

>define hiber-
prefix for hibernate.

>>8966263
Examine, and treat\repair the the techpriest. If capable, have Pegleg do what he can with the other servitors.

>>8966263
Repair what you can, then attempt to wake him.

>>8966322
Attempt to wake, then repair.
Try to recall where medical faculties would be.

Hey, what's the Mechanicus equivalent of a gremlin?

From the weakness of the mind, Omnissiah save us

>>8966321
You don't know much about actual Medicae procedures- you made your eye in training. He seems to have been partially impaled on a part of the scenery and fallen to the ground. You cut open his robe, and see that his cyber-mantle has been breached. When you do, he seems to regain consciousness- enough to burble weak code that you can't quite hear. He is in obvious pain.

>>8966321
You order Peg-Leg to do repairs on the servitors. He beeps in the affirmative, and wobbles off to the navigational aid servitor, which seems to be the least damaged; it is on the south side of the room, away from the worst of it.

>>8966372
Medical facilities occupy an enclosed set of rooms back in the main forge. You might have a chance to get the Techpriest there between you and Peg-Leg.

>>8966398
Warp-tainted or otherwise capricious machine spirits, of course.

From the lies of the Antipath, circuit preserve us.

>>8966419
Let's try to get this guy at least talking.
Also, the weapons. Any small arms that can be carried along for basic collection?
Loot bodies Y/N?
Still need a robe..........

From the rage of the Beast, iron protect us.

From the temptations of the Flashlord, silica cleanse us

>>8966453
>need a robe
You have already obtained a robe from the Forge. Over-sized, but serviceable.

From the ravages of the Destroyer, anima shield us.

From this rotting cage of biomatter,
Machine God set us free.

Omnissiah
Omnissiah

Is the Med bay automated? Also, ask Pegleg if he can get the servitor operational. I don't think Pegleg and hastily carry much.

>>8966527
and=can

>Awakened from hypersleep due to malfunction in systems
>I'm sorry, Enginseer Daveus, I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

>>8966483
Oh, okay, derp.
Well, what about them bodies?
Loot for salvageable gear?
Consensus?

>>8966562
We've got no time. A fellow techpriest is dying, and he needs our help.

>>8966608
Agreed. We should bring him to the medical bay with all haste, avoiding worsening his injury if possible. Hopefully there will be a data point there which can give us at least some instruction in the appropriate rites of repair... or just tell us which drug to shoot him up with to bring him to coherency.

>>8966453
>talk Techpriest
He keeps talking strictly in code; his vox has been too damaged to talk. He is very disordered, as well.

What you get out of him is this: 'Rock, big rock, crash into rock can't get out jammed in. things inside the rock Omnissiah preserve us. oh machina and all the gears my coils burn it hurts so badly'.

>look weapons
The Techpriest has a laspistol on his belt. He is military, after all. There is also a lasrifle on the floor next to him- it's marked with the Techpriest's electoo. There is a biometrically-locked weapons locker against a wall. You strongly suspect your biometrics can't open it.

>loot bodies
The two captains have nothing of use to us. You really don't want to get close to the Astropath unless you HAVE to.

>>8966527
The Med-bay is outfitted with Medical Servitors. Peg-leg chirps to the negative; the Nav-Aid servitor has shut down in the meantime. It was built into the wall, anyway.

The Techpriest shudders in agony. He grabs his charm and mutters litanies against succumbing to pain. 'Other ships, other things, Omnissiah save the machines and the forge'.

>>8966667
Alright.
Grab his pistol, grab the techpriest, screw the rifle (I just thought about that, now i'm grinning), hustle to medbay.
And watch your back for Omnissiah's sake.

Take the pistol for yourself, Pegleg can shoulder the lasrifle for now. Lets save us a techpriest.

>>8966722
>>8966732
You put the lasrifle on Peg-leg, and take the Techpriest's belt for yourself. He doesn't complain at the theft, and continues his muttering. 'Where did it come from wasn't on the map shunted error Astropath crash oh Omnissiah-'

You try to carry the Techpriest between you and Peg-Leg, trying to keep his coils on the inside where they belong.

>roll 1d100 to make it to the Med-Bay with the Techpriest.

ohgodohgod I don't have the balls to roll.

rolled 16 = 16

>>8966774
Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff-

rolled 63 = 63

>>8966774
Come on...

>>8966791
BOO-YAH

>>8966817
Well done! We may well have saved him yet!

>>8966817
MAXIMUM BROFIST

Sounds like an asteroid carrying genestealers crashed with the ship. Be careful around the crew.

>>8966791
>16
You two get his arms around your neck and use your hands as a sort of seat, safely lifting him. Thankfully, Peg-Leg is a very strong servitor, because the Techpriest is very blessed to have little flesh and weighs a lot. You carry him to the Med-bay safely.

>success!

>>8966802
>63
When you get there, the Med-bay is on emergency power. Only one Medical Servitor activates when you three walk in, out of three.

'DELIVER THE TECHPRIEST TO THE BED. SANITIZE YOURSELVES AGAINST DISEASE. READY THE CENSERS AND THE OILS, READY THE BLADES AND THE NEEDLES AND THE THREAD, READY THE WIRE AND THE BATTERY. PRAY TO THE MACHINE GOD; RECITE THE LITANIES OF REPAIR.'

You put the Techpriest down as ordered.

>>8966836

>>8966879
You have not noticed any other members of the ship beyond Servitors and dead officers.

>>8966924
>63
>When you get there, the Med-bay is on emergency power. Only one Medical Servitor activates when you three walk in, out of three.

>>8966924
All right lads, it's time for some surgery. Let's get prepared.

>>8966924
That sounds like a logical set of directions. Follow them.

Be sure once Peg-Leg has nothing to do he stands guard.

>>8967006
>>8967040
These.

>>8966963
>>8967006
You follow the Servitor's orders.

You find sanitizing liquids in one cabinet, and everything else in a shrine, which has a lit oil lamp already in it. It looks like it was recently lit. The Medical Servitor(s) doesn't look like it has the means to have lit it.

You are prepared for surgery. The Servitor is surprisingly helpful, and gives exact directions. You're very good at following directions.

>roll 1d100-20 to help it do surgery.

>>8967040
You order Peg-Leg to watch the door, instead. He promptly turns on his good leg and looks at the door intently, chirping regularly to inform you that there is no one there.

The Techpriest continues to hold his charm in a (literally) iron grip. He is paler than the norm, but the Servitor has hooked him up to an IV.

rolled 93 + 20 = 113

>>8967168
Let's DO THIS!

rolled 92 + 20 = 112

AHHHH

>>8967200
> -20, not +20.

rolled 15 = 15

Rolling for doctoring!

>>8967200
>>8967219
Wait, the code is going all corrupted code on us. Nevermind!

rolled 96 + 20 = 116

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFff-

This must be the work of a vile Heretek!

>>8967200
>>8967219
>>8967249
>90+ across the board
>My face

>>8967200
>>8967219

MAXIMUM FAIL

PLOT MAGIC, SAVE US

HOPEFULLY I WON'T SUCK

rolled 19 + 20 = 39

>>8967443

Scratch that, my Browser sucks.

>>8967219
>93-20 = 73

You follow the Servitor's directions, but it seems to be too late. Soon into the procedure, the Servitor suddenly retracts its tools and reaches with a long servo-arm to grab a small bowl of opaque oil from the shrine.

The Techpriest is dying, and the Servitor is preparing the final rites.

>failure!

>>8967219
>92-20 = 72

Despite your code-bursts to make it continue the repairs, it ignores you, instead cutting the Techpriest's chest even more open- to retrieve the valuable augmentations for cleansing and reuse in a more viable patient. The Techpriest is aware, but the drugs in the IV have cleared his mind of pain. He turns his head to look at you.

>failure!

>>8967236
>15-20 = -5

The Techpriest looks at you, and holds up his hand to stop your protests- the one with his charm. He offers it to you with a weak expression of peace.

'Take it. It will open the airlocks. There's another ship here- Imperial. We didn't get the chance to check for anything else.' He shivers- something inside of him letting out a slow ratcheting sound. 'Get there, and get them to save the ship. Omnissiah bless you, Machine God guide your execution path.'

He rests his head back on the bed, and closes his eyes, humming along with the Servitor's chanting of the Rites of Shutdown as it pulls out his augmentations.

>Lucky Mechanus Charm acquired.

>GREAT SUCCESS!

>>8967466
>GREAT SUCCESS!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUU

>>8967466

NO! It's happening again, I do not want it to happen again ;_;

Do we look over his augmentations or do we move on?

>>8967466
This is not a great success. This is a minor plus in a sea of loss. We've failed to save a techpriest, and a superior one at that! If only we were more capable...

Set self-abuse and grieving programs to run in the background while we go find the other ship.

>>8967559
>look augmentations

The Servitor is still in the process of removing them. It is not able to install them without the other two up and running.

>>8967466
It's too late for him...

Take whatever equipment we can salvage; extra las-packs, spare parts, whatever. Then we need to look for the airlock.

We must save the ship. If it dies, we do, and so do countless others.

>>8967573
Installing those without consent from a superior would probably get us servitor'd as soon as we make contact with the admech again.

Do we have a ship map or something? We need to orient ourselves and figure out where this other vessel would be.

>>8967566
>>8967566
>Go to the other ship
>Set self-abuse and grieving programs to run in the background

You return to the Forge room with Peg-leg, after helping complete the Rites. You continue to recite the Litany of Safe Transmission as you prepare yourself to travel into the 'big rock thing'.

>How do you prepare yourself?

>>8967625

Pray to the Omnissiah, and acquire tools to defend ourselves and the machine spirits of the ship against the horrors within.

Explosives would be useful, though possibly damaging to nearby machines.

>>8967625
For combat. Whatever is in there took apart the ship pretty damn good.

Can we get a buzzsaw on our dendrite?

>>8967625
Does our new charm open up the WEAPONS LOCKER??

>>8967586
Searching around in the Forge room, you come up with three power packs, some useful looking spare parts, and another lever-bar. You have what is now your laspistol, and Peg-Leg is still wearing the Lasrifle. You also scrounge up some corpse-starch rations and recaff cans for sustenance.

You outfit Peg-Leg with a carrying satchel and get him to carry all the extra stuff. He does so.

>>8967706
You also locate enough chemicals to make basic explosives. You prepare some, and decide to carry them yourself. You're not sure you can trust a servitor, no matter how trusty, with them. You also procure some holy candles and a phial of blessed oil. You also carry those.

>>8967711
You decide to carry a small buzz-cutter in your Mechadendrite. It makes you feel better.

>>8967624
>look map
You don't have a map. All you know is that there is a ship somewhere on/in/around the rock you have crashed into.

>>8967744
>Open locker
The Locker is biometrically keyed. It does not open to the charm, despite blowing on the charm and on the biometric reader.

>>8967819
>explosives
You have enough for three good explosions, for the record.

>Proceed to rock?

>>8967819
>The Locker is biometrically keyed. It does not open to the charm, despite blowing on the charm and on the biometric reader.
Aww, it works on my Nintendo......
>>8967830
Let's mosey.

>>8967830
If we haven't encountered anyone else living... then that appears to be our duty. Omnissiah's blessings be upon us. Let's move.

>>8967830
Let's save this ship.

Dramatically slap a fresh power pack into our laspistol as we set forth.

If the one in there already is fresh, remove it first, and THEN dramatically slap it in.

We work for the Machine God... and MACHINES are made of METAL.

>>8967860
>>8967870
>n
Now prepared, you approach the airlock to the north- into the rock. You hold up the Lucky Mechanus Charm, and the glyph turns white, chimes cheerily, and deactivates. The vox system recites a Rite of Protection, formally requesting protection for 'Techpriest Alloysious and his party'.

The door opens to a small airlock, and then into a massive cavern- carved into an orderly room. There is metal flooring, and... bunks. Very many bunks.

The ship apparently crashed into a dorm.

It is dark.

>>8967924
Also, roll me some d3s.

rolled 3, 2, 2, 1, 2, 1, 3, 3, 2, 3 = 22

Rolling.

rolled 3 = 3

And one for me to tiebreak:

rolled 1, 2, 3, 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 1, 2, 1 = 19

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

rolled 3 = 3

>>8967997
>>8967985
>>8967960
Thank you.

Now, continue!

>>8968020
If we've got any sort of light, hit it. Either way, move forward cautiously as best we can.

Listen for scary noises

there might be something in there

>>8968054
>and make sure Pegleg takes point

Then a skeleton popped out

oh wait

rolled 2 = 2

>>8968054
>use light
You activate the light on Peg-Leg's multitool.

The room is clean, and not dusty. The room is in an Imperial style. There is no sign of Adeptus Mechanicus influence. There is no obvious sign of Xenos influence. The room is very austere. Each bunk has a chest at the foot of it. They are locked. Otherwise, there is no overt sign of personalization. There are no electoos on anything, nor anything in the noosphere. You suddenly feel terribly lonely. You were raised in constant noise, and the silence weighs heavily on you.

>>8968058
>listen scary noises
You hear noises to the east. You're not sure what they are, but they're not the familiar hum of machinery.

>>8968098
You order Peg-Leg into the lead. He does so.

>>8968141
Don't make me use a trip. I'd rather not have to. :(

>>8968157

you took your time

>>8968145
All right, let's case the room quickly for anything interesting or unusual, then take a turn to the east towards the noise if we don't find anything.

Move forward and try to be so silent as possible

>>8968145
Investigate the room, specifically all egresses. You may need to retreat to it incase something.... untoward happens, and it wouldn't do to be running blind.
After the room is secured and policed, investigate the noise.

rolled 3 = 3

>>8968184
There is an Imperial Eagle over a wide door to the east. It is clean, and polished. Otherwise, nothing notable besides the rigid neatness of the room. It's very impressive.

>>8968185
You head East, quietly as possible. Besides Peg-Leg's... peg leg tapping on the floor, you do reasonably well. You peek through the door. It opens into a hallway to the East. There is a T-junction half-way down, leading to the North.

The tunnels are Imperial in design. You do not recognize it from any ships or stations you have been on, and you've been on a few.

There is nothing in the hallway. The lights are on. There is a set of doors that match the ones you just opened at the end.

Have peg leg go down to the door

if nothing horrible happens, you follow

rolled 2 = 2

>>8968239
>3

There's a sudden explosion at the end of the hallway, on the other side of the door!

Radio static bursts into your vox! However, it is encoded!

Quick!

>Roll 1d100 to try and understand what kind of incandescent shunt errors are on the other side of the door!

The doors have been burst open! There is smoke pouring into the hallway, blocking sight. No one is walking through it. You can hear yelling.

>>8968252
Peg-Leg is mercifully far enough away from the blast to keep from horrible injury, but he still tips over.

>>8968252
This.

rolled 97 = 97

>>8968281
Omnissiah, don't fail us now!

how i roll?

>>8968312

rolled 38 = 38

>>8968281
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
FFF

rolled 91 = 91

>>8968327

>>8968312
>97

You have no idea who the hell these people are. All you know is that they are very angry and barking orders.

>Failure!

>>8968327
>38
But then you hear a human voice!

'REPENT!' He roars.

There is a clash of metal on metal, and an equally loud roar back. It is male as well, but you can't tell much else.

>Success!

>>9868342
>91

Peg-Leg lets out a standard 'fallen down' code-cant, normally useful on a Machine Cult ship.

The sounds on the other side of the door pause.

>>8968369
Remember those explosives?
GET THEM READY, IT'S TIME TO BLOW SHIT UP.

stand the fuck back, take cover by the door

raise your laspistol

wait until smoke clears

Sounds like chaos is here

Out with the weaponry

Atemp to communicate with whomever is in the room.

>>8968378
>>8968386
You prepare an explosive, and ready to throw it. You cant the Rite of Proper Accuracy. You keep post behind the door, laspistol in one hand and explosive in the other.

Peg-Leg manages to right himself despite the bag and lasrifle, and automatically starts trying to return to you. His leg looks a little twisted, but still good.

The smoke sets off the fire alarms, and from the north hallway, another servitor, armed to fight fires, appears. It starts snooping around, looking for fires. It approaches the explosion site, and starts spraying retardant.

From the other side of the aperture, there is movement. A large figure is behind the smoke. You realize that the voice you heard before can't belong to that shape.

A massive rusty claw swings through the smoke, smashing the servitor to the side.

'No fair, usin' clickin' gits! I wanted t'fight YOU!'

There is another sound of metal hitting metal, and the claw swings back into the room.

>>8968498
>the room
the one on the other side of the smoke, I mean. Apologies; I am not a Lexmechanic and it shows sometimes.

Oh boy, orks

Listen some more, see if there are any SPESS MUHREEEENS in there with them

>>8968498
How big of a boom would our explosive make?

rolled 5 = 5

>>8968498
Let us throw the bomb.
Rolling to hit.

rolled 75 = 75

We aren't equipped to deal with this threat, the explosive would draw attention and Peg-Leg wouldn't survive combat either. Hide!

>>8968498
Well, I don't think that we're going to have much luck with our laspistol on something that size. Still, we have a task... continue to observe, and attempt to figure out what's going on.

id say throw an explosive at thbat claw guy.

>>8968531
Big enough that, if the ork was asleep and you were VERY SNEAKY, you could blow him up.

And you rolled well.

>>8968569

is it possible to get close enough for a clean headshot?
I don't like wasting explosives

rolled 2 = 2

>>8968536
Awww yea, bitch.
Rolling to wound.

>>8968591
Fuck.
Oh well, deal with it.

ehh roll?
>roll
For throwan explosive

roll

i dont know how to roll.....

Laser the shit out of that ork, if we run it will kill us.

rolled 2, 3, 5 = 10

>>8968633
dice + the number of dice you want to roll + the dice you want to roll.
Example is 3d6.
It would be dice+3d6

>>8968633
There were plenty of rolls already, but you roll by putting this in your email field.
x:how many
y:number of sides
dice+xdy
dice+1d100 for example

>>8968587
You can hear them going at it very hard! They probably wouldn't notice you if you were sneaky.

However!

>>8968536
>5
You rush into the hall, and throw the bomb.

It slams into something on the other side of the smoke, and the only thing you hear before it explodes is a confused 'Wat da zog?'

>GREAT SUCCESS!

>>8968591
>2

There is a massive explosion! You're knocked down, and down goes Peg-Leg again. His leg snaps off again.

There is a burst of gore that spatters everywhere, and the massive Klaw slams into the wall next to the smashed servitor, blessedly not hitting you. It shatters the extinguisher, and the retardant goes everywhere, putting the fire out.

>GREAT SUCCESS!

You thank whatever aspect of the Machine God that protected you, and additionally mutter thanks to the Omnissiah. Both of you have superficial injuries and cuts now. You manage a static-y groan as you pull yourself to your feet. You have bruises in places you don't even have anymore. Poor Peg-Leg flails on the ground, trying to regain his footing.

As you do, there is the sound of a bolter re-arming itself as it's owner steps through.

It is a Space Marine.

'Identify yourself.'

Identify myself and my situation

One does not simply get on the bad side of a space marine

>>8968673

ok
lets see if i get it

10+3d6

>>8968696
>used rolls were made with d6s

"Lyra K. Feddel, techpriest"

>>8968733
In the email field dude.

>>8968733
E-mail field :: dice+XdY
x is number
y is maximum

>>8968739
>just now realizes this

I'll let that go this time, but next time, I'll catch it and then we'll have to do this the taucron way.

>>8968696
>2
>great success???
I'LL TAKE IT.
Thunder "PRAISE THE OMNISSIAH FOR HIS MOST SACRED EXPLOSIVES, THAT THEY MAY SLAY ALL XENOS!" at him.

trying again.

>>8968772
the 'dice' is not a variable, mate

>>8968772

dice+10d100

>>8968791
Email field, guy.

rolled 9 = 9

hope this DOES work.

Fuck yes! Tech priest quest! I am so happy!!!!!!11001

>>8968722
>>8968739
>>8968758

You let out a tired whoop before catching yourself and making the sign of the Gear quickly followed by a prayer-sign even more quickly followed by an awkward eagle sign.

'Lyra K. Feddel, Techpriestess. The ship I was traveling on... crashed into this rock. I was told to look for the 'other ship''.

'You're from it, aren't you, sir, honored Astartes?'

The Marine thinks about this for a moment, then stops pointing the bolter at you.

'Unless another ship has docked, yes. Your ship is disabled, then?'

You nod.

'Then we both must return to the Lance of Destruction. Let us proceed.'

He turns on his booted heel, and starts walking off. Peg-Leg still flails on the floor, beeping in distress.

omg i rolled!
Does it also work with noko in email field?

>>8968841
Yes. Just put noko+ the roll. No space.

>>8968809

Wasnt rollan'. Just displaying the proper command he was trying to input. PAL.

rolled 32 = 32

>>8968841
yeah, but don't do that in quest threads as then the DM can't see if you cheat or not
noko+dice+1d100

>>8968841
Nope.
>>8968837
Err, ask him to hold, while you get Peg up and about. He took a shot for you, it would be cruel to just leave him/her/it.

>>8968881
>him/her/it
Despite being a servitor, you can tell Peg-Leg used to be male. The proper term is him, or it.

>>8968898
Ok, wasn't sure.

>>8968898
Try to fix the servitors leg...

well i get it now. Thanks guys.

So the big rock we crashed into an ork space hulk?

>>8968837
Search for materials to patch his leg up. Check the other servitor for things maybe?


I also think he should have that klaw, but that's just silly.

rolled 2 = 2

>>8968881
You clear your throat (the handiest recording you have on hand, for certain) while you kneel down to re-attach the prying lever, apologizing again to the bar for the constant abuse.

'Honored Astartes, sir, let me repair my servitor. He can yet still be useful!'

He pauses, and you're not sure, thanks to his helmet (a beaked one), but you think he's annoyed at the hold-up.

'Fine. Get it put back together quickly, Techpriest. The whole thing is full of orks. We'll have to destroy the whole thing soon as we get out, and we want that to be sooner than later.' He takes up a good spot to watch, as you make repairs.

As you do repairs, you try to remember what Chapter his armor corresponds to.

>Roll a 1d237 to see what chapter he belongs to.

inb4

/tg/ chapter

rolled 157 = 157

HMMM

rolled 153 = 153

>>8968965

rolled 13 = 13

>>8968965

GO IMP FISTS.

rolled 102 = 102

going for a roll

rolled 231 = 231

>>8968965
MAXIMUM FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-

>>8968965
Check the state of her implants. Also look for any obvious damage Mr. SM may have on his armor...

>>8968998
>237
>GOT A 231??!?
>CANDLE SNIFFING FUCK FENCE, I DON'T HAVE A REACTION IMAGE FOR THIS

>>8969035

>>8969078
This works.

F5'ing like the fist of the north star

COULD THIS GO ANY SLOWER?

come oooooooooooooooooooon

Any day now...

sororitas bump

rolled 1 = 1

>>8968960
>look parts
You find sufficient parts to repair Peg-Leg to satisfaction easily, scavenging the more specialized ones (ie the whole lower leg) from the other servitor.

>>8969022
You are fine. Bruised, achey, and a little shocked, but fine. You have dropped the little buzzcutter you were holding in your Mechadendrite. Peg-Leg WILL be fine when you're finished with him.

Sir Astartes is similarly fine. The machine spirit of his armor is radiating satisfaction at the fact that the xeno has been purged. His armor is an ivory shade, with deep blue shoulder pads, decorated with an armored arm holding a sword, in black.

He carries a sword on his belt. You've never heard anything about this chapter before, but the machine spirit inside the armor doesn't seem crazed or exceptionally blood-lusty. Probably not Heretical.

>>8969078
That's amazing.

rolled 2 = 2

>>8969129
>>8969131
>>8969151
>>8969164
>>8969193
Sorry, I had to choose from some crappy rolls. You guys suck at rolling interesting chapters.

Casually ask about his chapter and his battle brothers

Do not push too hard, he may get agressive

>>8969196
>His armor is an ivory shade, with deep blue shoulder pads
WORLD EATERS?

>>8969196
Try to find his origins by subtlety communing with his armors machine spirit. I am inclined to think he will get violent if you pester him--go with the safe rout...

>>8969223
>talk Astartes

As you follow the Astartes down the hall, pistol drawn, faithful Peg-leg taking up the rear, you ask him about his origins.

'So. Honored sir, how many of your brothers are here? What kind of tactics do you tend to use? I want to be, ah, prepared! To react appropriately!'

The Astarte's answer is clipped; he is paying much more attention to what is around him than some little Techpriestess.

'There are enough of us. We have been trying to take this miserable rock for weeks. We will grind them into /dust/, no matter how long it takes; this place is rightfully ours. You will stay out of the way.'

>>8969196
So Peg-Leg has no peg leg now?

I ams sads.

>>8969298
Think of him as 'Prosthetics-Leg'. Pros-leg, if you'd like.

>/dust/
Oh, shit! 1000 sons!

Nod and follow

This may get interresting

>>8969282
COMMUNE WITH HIS ARMORS MACHINE SPIRIT!
.
.
CAPS ARE FUN, WEEEE!

>>8969311

Aren't those traitors?

Or were it the emperors children or some shit

anyways, just follow the marine

I found this in a STC print out! Do I get more implants now?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ecvLRxb3MU

>>8969282
>this place is rightfully ours
Err, most astartes chapters don't go about laying personal claim to space hulks.
Gut feeling is painful.

>>8969356
see
>>8969311

Get the fuck out of here! There be Chaos! CHAOS!

plant both explosives to astartes, detonate and run like hell to spacecraft door

Shit's getting curazheeeee

>>8969367
We gotta toe the line.
For now/ We do have a mission, and as Admech, we do not need to grovel at the feet of astartes.

>>8969327
>listen machine spirit
The spirit of the armor is content and downright pleased with your recent actions. It seems perfectly normal for a machine spirit. You have never interacted with a holy suit of Astartes armor's spirit, but it seems about right.

You three come to a small room. It has what used to be a bench to a side, the ashed remains of some potted plants, and doors to the north and east. You just came from the west. On the south wall, there is an Imperial icon and a small shrine. There are no Mechanicus influences.

The Marine pauses, and tries to use his comm-bead. You nearly bump into him; you were trying to remember where you'd seen that armor before. You catch yourself, and you and Peg-Leg (or Pro-Leg, if you want), take up defensive positions behind him.

After a moment, the Marine curses. 'No good. Interference is blocking long-range signals, Techpriestess. I assume you don't have anything to help?'

---

>look time
>3:50 AM
fuck me.

>>8969393
I'm fine with calling it for now.

>>8969405
I ain't got work tomorrow, but if this continues, I'll need time for recaff.

Try to help the marine
You may get some clues from his comm bead

>>8969196
>His armor is an ivory shade, with deep blue shoulder pads
FFFFF-- pre-Heresy colour scheme of World Eaters?!

>decorated with an armored arm holding a sword, in black.
... or maybe not. Huh.

>>8969412

get some coffee

Iv'e been up whole night playing angry marine in a thread here anyways

See if we can integrate his communications and improve them? Then he would "need" us and we wouldn't just be baggage.

This better not be a trapped member of the legion of the damned

>>8969432
>get recaff
AdMech Guy wanders off, to fetch the beverage.

>>8969413
>>8969444
You offer to help. 'Maybe I could help increase the signal? I'm no comms servitor, but I could still try?'

The Marine thinks about this a moment, shrugs, and simply pulls off his helmet, handing it to you. The comm-bead must be inside, you realize.

It's surprisingly heavy. There is a standard dataport just inside the helmet.

He looks completely human. Or, at least, as human as Astartes get. He is very tan, and very bald. He has a single service stud; silver in color.

>roll 1d100 to see if you can do anything.

rolled 53 = 53

>>8969488
Get a better look at the workings of the helmet while you're going at it. Maybe there are some clues as to the identity of the Marine's Chapter.

rolled 64 = 64

F5 F5 F5

rolled 52 = 52

rollan

rolled 26 = 26

ROLL MASTER HERE

>>8969523
>>8969531
>53, 64

You look into his helmet as you extrude a datadendrite from your face-mask. It's clean and well-maintained, and there is no sign of ill-treatment. It smells faintly of some sort of personal cleaner and machine oil. You link with the helmet and quickly puzzle through the borderline-archaic programming to the comm systems.

You try for nearly a minute to hear any orders, but you hear only static.

>Failures!

>>8969565
>26

Just when you're about to unlink yourself and hand the helmet back, a transmission breaks through!

''Doze krumpin' beakies are hoggin' up all the good fightin' at dat big eatin' room! Dis is Boss Ugarg Snaggagrin and I's orderin' you grots to get over there 'fore I get to you first and smash you good!'

That wasn't an imperial signal, but it's still useful.

>Success!

rolled 67 = 67

Did you go all the way to Starbucks?

C'mon write something

Could make for a neato looking Techpriest. We need a drawfag.

Female Ultra-bald techpriest, and a peg-legged servitor hobbling behind her that states the obvious.

Inform the marine

>>8969630
Starbucks is closed for two more hours. I could go for a mocha, actually.

>>8969642
Are you sure you want to do that?

>>8969661

Pretty sure yes, i think he would like to hear the orks planning

It's not our mission to go fightin' orks with the Astartes. What should we doooo

>>8969680
>>8969642
>inform Astartes

'Sir! The Orks are convening on the, er, 'Big eating room'. The mess, I guess? He said that you beakies- sorry, honored Astartes- you /marines/ were holed up in there.'

The Marine looks surprised, and takes back his helmet, popping it back on in one smooth motion.

'Let's go. Keep up; if that thing falls behind then so be it. We must get back to my brothers before we lose any more men or ground!'

He takes off at what must be, for him, a tactical jog. For /you/, it's a full-out run. You and Peg-Leg start following to the best of your abilities.

>>8969686

But he's got the muscles
We are just a lonely and beautiful priestess just aching to be freed


Oh god i hope there's no faggots from /v/ in here contemplating turning this into a romance/tali story

Please archive this, I've gotta run.

Thanks OP, was fun.

>>8969739
Actually, I used to post on /v/ all the time.

Continue to follow

Look after ADMECH signs

>>8969771
>follow astartes
>look for AdMech symbols

As you try to keep his rapidly receding back in your sight, you keep an eye out for Adeptus Mechanicus symbols. Curiously, even when the Astartes detours through service tunnels (or what looks like service tunnels), you don't see hide nor hair of the sacred Gear or anything else. There is the occasional servitor, but you realize they are all non-standard patterns.

Eventually, you lose him. He makes a turn, and by the time you catch up, he's gone down one of three pathways- North, East and West.

Peg-Leg is on his way to you, hobbling as fast he can.

This guy will just lead us to trouble, turn down the nearest passage ASAP.

Oh shit, erhm

West is always a safe bet

Inspect the near servitor (apart from peggy), maybe we can find out somthing interesting?

>>8969811
Look out for Dark-Admech and pray to the Machine god you never find them.

West.

>>8969835
>look at nearest servitor

You step back down the hallway you came from, coming across Peg-Leg as you do. A standard beep and he falls back in line.

You find a servitor fairly close to the door. It is currently in standby mode. There are no AdMech symbols on it, nor do you recognize the pattern used to make it. You find yourself making the sign of the Gear.

You're not even sure what it's FOR, exactly.

Masturbate with our mechandrite.

>>8969865
Took you long enough.

>>8969862
Try to get some info out of it.

>>8969865

Oh boy here we go

Try to access the servitor

Grim Darkness

>>8969873
>>8969874
You examine it and find a dataport.

>roll 1d100 to figure this shit out.

>>8969865
Chem-Geld. Not interested.

rolled 80 = 80

Omnissiah praise us

>>8969883
>Chem-Geld.
That only means we have to masturbate REALLY HARD.
Like, a 10 on the scale of "how hard do you masturbate?"

rolled 84 = 84

Come ooooooon.

rolled 5 = 5

ROLLAN

rolled 37 = 37

>>8969907
DONT USE THIS ROLL OP I FORGOT A 0.

>>8969892
>80
In the middle of accessing the servitor, it roars to life with an awful code-shriek!

It reaches towards you with mangled arms.

>failure!


>>8969902
>84
You can't break the connection- you're still accessing it's OS, trying to figure out where it came from, what it is, and disconnecting roughly could damage you permanently.

The Servitor doesn't care about that, and grabs at your arms. It is much stronger than you. If you don't do something, you're going to start gaining injuries.

>failure!

>>8969915
>>8969907
:3 aww. I'ma do this:
>21

You manage to learn (while being attacked) that this servitor is /ancient/. It is incredibly, impossibly old. The date on it's internal clock registers that it is from before the Heresy; something /impossible/.

>Success!

rolled 86 = 86

>>8969994
HOLYCRAPDICKS PEG-LEG HEEEEEELP.

Also, OP, may I suggest not using the d100 system? I know that it's novel because DH uses it too, but the 4chan d100 system is SHIT.
Primarch quest had an disproportionate number of high rolls.
Tau quest had an disproportionate number of high rolls.
And now this thread does.
Perhaps change to d20.

rolled 42 = 42

>>8970027
>bitch about lots of high rolls.
>get a high roll.
Karma, or proving my point?

Get peggy to restrain it, keep looking through it's OS.

>>8970027
How good does d20 work? I was in on Primarch Quest, I saw how that shit went down. Let's try it out:

>>8970032
>>8970027
You emit a terrified squawk of code at Peg-Leg, who lurches into action, deploying standard human restraining techniques: wrapping his arms around the other servitor and squeezing really hard.

>Roll d20; see how well he does! Quick, before you take injury!

>>8969994
Aw, crap. Pre-Heresy World Eaters colours on the Marine, an impossibly old servitor... we've slipped back in time, haven't we. Shit.
DANGER, WILL ROBINSON, DANGER!
Disconnect as quickly and safely as possible and try to trip the servitor over. They're helpless on their backs! I think.

rolled 10 = 10

>>8970087
Well, darn. Pray really hard.

rolled 13 = 13

>>8970087

rolled 5 = 5

Go peggy go!

>>8970103
>10 -2 (he's very good at what he does) = 8
Peggy restrains the other servitor with a code-growl of submission, which has the effect of making the servitor pause in it's act of strangling you, which allows Peg-Leg to get a good grip. You continue digging around in the active servitor, trying to figure anything out.

>Success!


>>8970114
>13

Unfortunately, you can't seem to find anything else useful on what exactly is going on here. You do find a map, which you copy. The name of this rock is apparently called 'Progressive Dynamics Research Lab'.

>Semi-Failure!
>>8970122
>5
You disconnect safely, and order Peg-Leg to disable the servitor. Apparently, his answer to that is to pop off the thing's head.

It stops twitching about a minute later.

>Success!

>>8970213
Look at map

Use the map to find a place where the SM ship might be.

>>8970285
>look map

While Peg-Leg continues to systematically take the servitor apart, you consult the map, intaking a pack of corpse starch as you do so.

The way to the mess is to the East.

The way to the space docks is to the North.

The way to the Labs is to the West.

rolled 1 = 1

>>8970305
East it is then, better stay with the marine as much as possible

Labs labs labs!

You guys can bicker about this tomorrow and/or get drawfags to draw Lyra and Peg-Leg.

SAME CHAN BOARD, EARLIER NEW TIME!

ADEPTUS QUEST: oh god we're lost and we're not made for this shit, IN THE NAME OF THE MACHINE GOD.

I'm going to bed Omnissiah and all the gears Not even recaff helps at this point.

I would advise archiving this, to preserve the awesomeness that is this thread. Requesting an archive.

rollin