“All of this just because you weren’t rescued fast enough?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she turned the pronged wheel, dragging the metal restraints back into the chair, restricting him further.
“I wasn’t rescued in time? You still think that’s what this is about? Come on Castor I thought you were smarter than this. I didn’t need to be rescued”

He gasped, his throat not so used to being forcibly shrunk.

“Think about it Vocks…what do you think happened? Do you really think you're just that good? That one of the much vaunted Sororitas would just fall into your lap?
She tightened the screw-wheel again.
“Come on. You never did ask which of the chaos gods Renard and his men worshipped”
Understanding came to him, and he choked out a laugh.
“I did think you were a bit too interesting in bed”

Elektra smiled and spun the wheel still further.
“That I was. And you loved me. Me. A fallen sister, a Slaaneshi fiend. You're halfway to joining me”
“Get screwed” he wheezed though his teeth.
She smiled again, a predatory smile, and tightened his restraints still further.
“One more turn Vocks. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather…come…with me?
“Ill do many things for a woman, but I wont turn” he choked out, defiant to the last.

Elektra laughed as she reached behind his head, her eyes never leaving his.
“Goodbye, Vocks Cast-“

She was interrupted but a staccato burst of las fire from outside the building, and she turned in surprise to the windows. When she heard the assorted sounds of her cultists returning fire, she moved to the tall glass panes and watched the front garden as the small group assigned to guard the entrance fell before a squad of Imperial guardsmen.
A loud crash was followed by louder gunfire as the Imperials entered the building, and Elektra ran to the table to collect her vox bead. As she reached it however, the door burst open and a laspistol charged in, followed shortly by the man holding it.

“Has anyone seen the 317th Tarian Regiment? Its big, well armed, and the morale officer is a good friend of mine.”
His laspistol remained steadily pointed at Elektra as he glanced round the room, pausing for a moment to glare at Castor.
It was then that he saw the commissar cap on the table next to her, and the anger was plain in his face.
“Give me that. Now”
Elektra picked up the cap and made towards Captain Zhukovsky, hiding her bolt pistol behind it.
“I'm sorry, you just missed him”
She fired, the blast destroying the cap, and not treating the Captain much better. The bolt hit him in the waist and he ceased to exist below the stomach.
As he fell to the floor, Elektra turned and retrieved her vox.
“Everything is fine up here, just get the weapons ready”
She turned back to admire her handiwork, only to start with surprise as the Captain lurched with movement. He held his laspistol aloft with a defiance found uniquely among the dying and aimed it at her. Her shock turned to a smile swiftly though as his hand gradually drifted sideways till his aim rested solidly upon Castor. He fired, the las blast striking the latch restraining his right hand. He smiled up at Castor, and then he died.

“Zukovsky really did hate you.” She put down the ruined Commisar Cap and made her way to Castors side, “I'm sorry Vocks, but we must say goodbye now”
As she moved to twist the wheel one last time, Castor freed his hand, and as its first act of freedom, he smashed it into her face with all the strength he could muster. It wasn’t much after so long out of breath, but it was enough to send her stumbling backwards, the bolter falling from her hand and thudding to the floor.
He wasted no time in freeing himself, diving towards Zuhovskys laspistol as one of Elektras cultists came through the large doors. He was met with a las blast to the face and crumpled down next to the dead Guard captain.
Castor turned to find Elektra escaping up the stairs at the back of the room, and he ran to follow.
The stairs opened out onto the roof of the building, and Elektra leant over the railings on the far side, watching as Renards men fought off the few guardsmen Zukovsky had brought with him.
As Castor reached the top of the stairs, Elektra turned to him, with her vox in her hand.
“You couldn’t kill me Vocks. You’d miss me.” She said as she raised the vox to her mouth.
“Renard! Die for your god-“
A single laspistol shot echoed out over the roof of the building. Elektra slumped down, dead.

Vocks Castor, Hero of the Imperium lowered his gun.

“I never miss.”

Huh. I remember this.

Too bad that drawfag never finished that picture.

>>9314669

He may have done, but thats the version I had saved from the thread.
Found it on my computer earlier and decided to shit out some writefaggotry.

>>9314696
Well good on you for putting out some more material, man.

>>9314711

Thanks, glad someone likes it.

So is this just a parody of 007, or is there something archived?

lol. This is brilliant!

>>9314938

I think it was archived on suptg but might not have been.

Someone basically asked about vox casters and accidentally said 'vox castors'.

So someone else turned that into Vocks Castor, Hero of the Imperium.

And some drawfaggotry occurred.

>>9315007
>>007
Appropiate

'bout reposting, has somebody saved the bawww story about lone ork in a tomb world, desperately looking for boyz who left him behind?

>archived on suptg
Indeed it was. That was a good thread.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/6948430/

Also, we really need a better way to thumb through the deeper parts of the archives than "display all the threads going back to 2007, all at once". Because if I try to do that again it's probably going to kill my computer.

>>9315204

I was just about to post the link too.

Shame it wasnt tagged under vocks castor, wouldve made it much easier to find.

>>9315007
>Vocks Castor
I don't get it.

>>9315269
Agent of the Throne!

This is why I love /tg/

>>9315499
Love you too.

Would /tg/ prefer a book about Vocks Castor or Ciaphas Cain?

Vocks Castor, Hero of the Imperium!