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    747 KB ADEPTUS QUEST IV: TZEENCH UP IN THIS BITCH Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)01:05 No.9391452  
    What the fuck happened last time let me check
    >checking last threads
    >1: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/8965303/
    >2: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9114489/
    >3: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9217744/

    You are Lyra K. Feddel. You are a techpriestess designated for repairs in bases and on complex machinery. You've got very strange luck, but you're still alive and able to complete your mission.


    A Tzeenchian half-a-Daemon fucks everyone's shit up. Marines die. The first Marine you've ever met has a leg ripped off and is thrown aside. Orks fade into the background, because this is zoggin' too much, but there's still a few hangin' around. Probably.

    The Daemon has had an arm removed and is pissed. The source of it's binding in the Materium is the perverted Dukta- silvery tape marked now with chaos runes.

    You have: Your lasrifle and pistol, both from the late Alloysius. You have field rations. You have your Lucky Mechanus Charm (which offers much strength against the daemon). You have some armor from a dead cultist. You have access to a control panel in the mess-hall, which controls the HVAC, PA, Sprinkler, Locks. You have a shattered eye-lens and a rattled mind.

    You have ever-faithful Peg-Leg, an aid servitor turned sidekick. He is unarmed, but outfitted with various tools, including a micro-welder.

    You have a few Marines of the Imperial Castellans. A precious few, including a single Apothecary.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:07 No.9391487
    Cogboy, I am disappoint.
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)01:11 No.9391549
    Water, need water.
    Need to break the bonds holding the sacred ducta to the awful, awful daemon.
    must also not panic OHMYgOOooooD!
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:11 No.9391554
    I believe I left off in the last thread saying "I don't fucking know what to do, beyond praying at it more". I stand by my words even now.

    I suppose that if we're feeling exceptionally bold, we might attempt to actually melee the demon with our Mechanicus Charm, but considering how easily it's tearing through the marines...
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:15 No.9391619
    >stopped fapping to look for Adeptus Queat
    >2 hours ago
    >fell asleep and missed the last developments
    >fuck me
    Okay, let's go.
    Make water happen.
    Seriously, if it's duct tape that someone wrote on, wash the shit off.
    Instruct marines to frag the fuck outta it when it's proper drenched.
    Have peg-leg pull back, he won't even make a decent distraction, so why use him?
    Also, belittle Orks again.
    Who has ever seen a propa Ork run from a good scrap?
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:16 No.9391624
    well well welly well well , look what we have here , our little tech priestess snivelling and lost . now , hows about we plead for our lives by offering to repair the daemon , and then blast these marines with our newly aquired TECH/SORCERY .
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:16 No.9391631
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:20 No.9391688
    we have to roll yet?
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:20 No.9391692
    Throw the charm straight at the daemon.

    What could possibly go wrong?
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:22 No.9391713
    I would have sworn that we've been running the sprinklers a lot already. We used it to incapacitate a bunch of enemy corrupted machine types right at the beginning of the battle.
    >> corrupted tech priest 04/24/10(Sat)01:24 No.9391743
    also , snipe surviving marines to get our new teachers pleasure
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)01:32 No.9391883
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    You activate the sprinklers again, reasoning that the water will do SOME good.

    The daemon begins to cackle out another laugh that is harshly cut off when the Sergeant slaps off half it's face with his Power Fist, sending jawbones and a rain of resistors flying everywhere, the Dukta on its face slipping off easily.

    It screams now, and slams the rest of it's head into Sarge, sending the Marine flying into a wall. The Apothecary rushes to his side, leaving little more than some corpses, water, and Peg-Leg between you and it.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)01:33 No.9391905
    >fall to Chaos
    You can't even bring yourself to think such a thought; the abomination of flesh, metal, and the warp twisted together in such an abhorrent form only steels you against Chaos.
    >> Brother-Captain Obvious 04/24/10(Sat)01:34 No.9391913
    >>the Sergeant slaps off half it's face with his Power Fist

    Have mah hairy man-babys,OP!
    >> corrupted tech priest 04/24/10(Sat)01:35 No.9391938

    so no possibility of turning to chaos this time , OP?
    >> Brother-Captain Obvious 04/24/10(Sat)01:38 No.9391976
    Hmm, ok.
    Fire up the HVAC, maximum displacement. If it's got an "suck" setting, all the better.

    Windows? What about attempting to blast the damn thing out into the void?
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)01:40 No.9392006
    Not this time. Maybe the next.

    >look windows
    There are windows, they are reinforced. You could possibly blow them open with a boltgun, sending everyone into space. You will not be able to save the Mechanicus Ship if you do so, and there is no guarantee that will kill the Daemon.
    >> Brother-Captain Obvious 04/24/10(Sat)01:43 No.9392049
    He strong enough looking to possibly manage an Ork gun? Because aside from trying to wet and pull off the Ducta bindings, I'm down to spam fire for ideas...
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:43 No.9392051
    No turning to Chaos until we fail a sanity roll.

    I don't suppose we could borrow one of the Marines' powerfists?
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)01:47 No.9392122
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    >aquire Powerfist

    There's a few on the ground where the Daemon has snipped them from Marine arms. You will have to remove the arms first.

    The daemon lurches forward, heading towards you at a speed that doesn't seem like it should be possible for a less-than-half daemon with weakening bindings. It hisses at you through it's ruined beak- you can't understand what it's trying to say. All you know is that it /hates/ you beyond all imagining.

    It's close enough to reach you!

    >It has 2 Wounds Left, for the record. That Power-Bitch-Slap knocked one more off.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:48 No.9392144
    Yea, dude, we get no ship, the daemon probably doesn't need oxygen if it doesn't need it's whole head.
    Have we tried yelling litanies over the the PA system?
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)01:49 No.9392167
    Order peg-leg into melee! As our servitor distracts it, dive for the daemon, chanting righteous code segments in binary and our mechanicus charm held forth, to attempt to remove even more of the corrupted dukta.
    >> Brother-Captain Obvious 04/24/10(Sat)01:50 No.9392172
    We did. Worked a little -distracted the beast for a short time.

    Damn. Got no good ideas...and it's almost melee time.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)02:01 No.9392200
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    You did that! It helped! Problem: You cannot use the HVAC system and melee very well at the same time; they require too much focus to do both competently (-20 to your precious 2d50s)

    Speaking of rolls:

    The daemon screeches, and slaps at Peg-Leg, your most faithful ally! He goes down in a heap, distorted code blurting out a precise litany of his sudden injuries.

    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)02:10 No.9392320
    rolled 9, 9 = 18

    Omnissiah, protect your humble servants and bring us the purity of the machine.
    >> Brother-Captain Obvious 04/24/10(Sat)02:10 No.9392323
    Goddamnit, I fail at rolling.
    Getting dice,
    >>Bro-Cap rolled 07, and halved the result for 3.5 on a d50!
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)02:13 No.9392380
    Tap in to our obvious inner-righteousness and smite him with the will of the omnissiah.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)02:17 No.9392444
    >low rolls
    Peg-Leg chimes weakly- his leg has been removed and splintered for the second time- but is otherwise... okay!

    The Daemon cackles at your terrorized yell at his falling, and makes ready to strike at the servitor again!


    Enraged by such a low-blow, and empowered by some force from within, you charge the Daemon, Lucky Mechanicus Symbol as your weapon.

    Surprisingly, the Daemon cowers and pulls away from the Symbol with a sound like a cat vomiting, trying to push you away without touching your symbols of office!

    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)02:20 No.9392487
    rolled 2, 49 = 51

    Raise your big right mechandrite high, hold the symbol in it's mighty claw, and shove it INTO the foul creature.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)02:21 No.9392506
    >You have a single mechadendrite, built for manipulation of fine objects, based in your left shoulder.
    >> Brother-Captain Obvious 04/24/10(Sat)02:22 No.9392523
    With a cry of "for the Omnimessiaaaaaaaah!" that comes out much more as "mimiaaaaahh!" we whirl our powerfist and icon out as a single massive fist!
    ...hoping our eyes closed tight in terror don't get us killed.

    >>38, so 19 on d50.
    >>08, so 4 on d50.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)02:24 No.9392568
    Um, I'm actually sorta upset now.
    Well, disappointed really.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)02:26 No.9392587
    Sorry for crapping on your ref, anon.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)02:31 No.9392672
    It's cool.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)02:49 No.9392947
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)02:52 No.9392987
    You continue to bullrush the daemon, roaring in the biggest voice you can manage on your vox- outright bellowing admonishments in the most holy variation of Binaric you know, punching at it's flesh with your fists, pulling at the corrupted Dukta- burning your hands as you do so. It hurts, but you ignore it. This daemon must be BANISHED- you find yourself reciting an old prayer you only half-remember learning in the Schola for your trades:

    "O God of machines and Lord of metal, Creator of the fiery ranks, and Fashioner of the fleshless spirits, the Artisan of heavenly things and those under the heavens, Whom no man has seen, nor is able to see, Whom all creation fears: Into the dark depths of The Warp You hurled the son who had become proud, and who, because of his disobedient service, was cast down from the height into the Warp, as well as the allies that fell away with him, all having become evil daemons-"

    The Astartes can't help but watch. A weak cheer comes from the Marine you met first in this forsaken place- he's still alive, thank the Omnissiah!

    You hold the Lucky Mechanus Charm tight in your mechadendrite as you RIP AND TEAR at the Daemon, consumed by holy fury at the daemon, even as it tries to snap at your head, tearing your hood right off. It screeches, the Warp core inside quailing at your advance.

    "Grant that this- my exorcism being performed in Your awesome name, be terrible to the Betrayer and to all his allies who had fallen with him from the height of brightness. Drive this daemon into banishment, commanding him to depart hence, so that no harm might be worked against Your divine agents!"
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)02:53 No.9393007
    You rip at a particularly important-looking piece of Dukta, screaming back at the Daemon,

    "And, as You have commanded, let those who are blessed receive the strength to tread upon serpents and scorpions, and upon all power of the Enemy! For manifested, hymned, and glorified with fear, by everything that has breath is Your most holy Name: of the Deus Mechanicus, and of the Omnissiah, and of the Machine Spirit, now and ever and into ages of ages!"

    You slam the Lucky Mechanicus Symbol into it's roiling Warp core, as the little charm chimes out it's holy code-


    The Daemon explodes. There's no other word for what happens. There's a massive billowing light- Warp and faith crashing into each other, the things that make up the daemon simply turning to ash at the maelstrom that forms.

    You are flung back from the resulting holy blast, your mechadendrite severed where it was in the light. You are also short an arm now as well- it was still grabbing the Daemon when you banished it. your optic is beyond repair, and you think that's your blood in your other eye.

    You lie there, against the wall, focusing on simply breathing. The Daemon is gone. At least, it is banished to the Warp, where it belongs.

    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)02:57 No.9393063
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    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)02:58 No.9393085
    Well, cool.
    >thought you had pc problems ur something.
    Make the rounds.
    Is Peg alright? Are the marines still marining?
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)03:01 No.9393140
    Excellent. Let's mop up the Orks and proceed to damage control. How many Marines remain? How extensively injured are we? Is Peg-leg still functional?
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)03:02 No.9393170
    >quest thread
    >/tg/ showing that it secretly wants to be a woman yet again

    cool story bro
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    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)03:07 No.9393273

    We're missing 2 arms (One flesh, one mechanical), one eye, and there's no guarantee our other eye is going to do us much good. Peg Leg, I believe, is missing his leg yet again.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)03:08 No.9393284
    Was busy translating prayers from Binaric, anonymous!

    Your vox is still functional, thankfully.

    You hear footsteps before you feel an armored hand on your shoulder.

    "Honored Techpriestess-" It's the Sergeant, "-You have done an amazing thing. Brother Paolo, get over here! She's still alive!" Another cheer from the injured Marine. "I'll take care of Samail; he just needs some more painkillers-" The hand falls away, and more footsteps.

    You hear Peg-Leg's chirps of distress, and you manage a weak voice for his sake:

    "Honored Astartes... my. My servitor. He comes with."

    "Of course, Honored lady." If you could, you'd smile.

    The orks are zoggin' STUNNED. Holy zoggin' SQUIGGIN' GIRLY LIL' CLICKER JUST DID IN A BIG OLE' BIRDY BRAIN-GIT-THING. The two or three surviving orks manage to scoop up their jaws off the floor and FLEE because WHAT IF SHE STANDS UP?!
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)03:13 No.9393364
    >>The orks are zoggin' STUNNED. Holy zoggin' SQUIGGIN' GIRLY LIL' CLICKER JUST DID IN A BIG OLE' BIRDY BRAIN-GIT-THING. The two or three surviving orks manage to scoop up their jaws off the floor and FLEE because WHAT IF SHE STANDS UP?!

    I lubs joo. j00're teh awesomemestsauce. You make me laugh til I cry.

    Perhaps the marines would be interested in acquiring an assistant techmarine? =3
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)03:15 No.9393400
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    That is not how Techmarines work!

    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)03:18 No.9393440
    We could carry toolboxes n stuff.
    We're awesome.
    SM's get awesome. =D

    (in all seriousness, WORD! Let's go! Did we win the Quest?)
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)03:20 No.9393484
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    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)03:21 No.9393498
    >let's go
    >let is go
    >should say lets

    >> Giant Cave Spider 04/24/10(Sat)03:23 No.9393519
    "Let's" is a contraction of "let us," retard.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)03:23 No.9393521
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)03:26 No.9393571
    Muwahaha, like turn 1 Necrons I am unphased!

    So we sound immobile. No lower limb damage, but at least partially blinded and in tremendous pain.
    We need to get fixed. Perhaps we will appeal upon the Astartes and Brother Paolo to arrange our being into such as state as to continue.

    Or in other words, What Can Do, OP?
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)03:31 No.9393649
    So reassured, you slip into unconsciousness.

    You re-awaken in an unfamiliar ship's Med-bay. In contrast to the recent doom, gloom, and grimdark, this place is well-lit and warm. Icons of the Castellans accent the walls, and holy litanies of healing and repair are on plaques next to each bed. You spot the Astartes with the missing leg- he is deep asleep in another bed. You manage to turn your head and spot... Peg-Leg! He is repaired, and has been cleaned, thank the Omnissiah. He still carries your satchel of stuff.

    You close your eye and run a diagnostic. Your augmentic eye is totally shot, and your arm is simply gone. Oh well; you were going to replace it anyway. Your similarly gone mechadendrite is easily replaceable, and you don't spare it another thought.

    You're very, very tired. You feel more drained than a dead battery, weaker than a discharged capacitor, popped like a fuse. You're certain that if you were more awake you could manage more metaphors.

    Medi-skulls buzz around your head, attached to your singular arm with IV drips.

    Apparently, you're alive. You're not sure how long you've been out.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)03:34 No.9393703

    Any 'call apothecary' button nearby? If so, press it.
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)03:35 No.9393712
    Sounds the operative action is Inaction.
    Check Peg-Leg's satchel, let's see if we've got anything we could 1-handed swap the destroyed mechadendrite for.
    If that's too much strain, time to bunk out until the plot necessitates otherwise. Being down a manipulating appendage somewhat decreases our motor capacity, after all.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)03:35 No.9393717
    Questions, questions that MUST be answered!

    Send something\someone to fetch the Sergeant?
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)03:39 No.9393779
    The new arm, when we get it, should have engraved on it a litany against the warp and corrupted machine-spirits.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)03:39 No.9393787
    >poosh little buta-

    One of the Mediskulls notice your moving about and chimes loudly.

    Soon enough, the Apothecary makes his way down the beds. Now that he's out of the armor, he seems... a /little/ less intimidating. He's still an Honored Astartes, after all. He's in the robes of a Medicae, more servo-skulls following in his wake, these holding tools or dragging charts or otherwise making themselves a nuisance.

    You manage a nod of welcome, immediately regretting it as your head spins. Oh, Omnissiah, you're soft as lead.

    "Techpriestess," he says as he takes a seat. His voice is warm and reassuring. "Good to see you're awake. It's been about a week. You're on the Lance of Destruction. Your ship is safe, and well along it's way to the Orbitals." He refers to the massive space-stations the Adeptus maintains in the sector.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)03:43 No.9393838
    Ship we arrived on
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)03:57 No.9394006
    He nods, taking a moment to brush off the Mediskulls attending to you after taking a readout from it.

    "The daemon is gone." There's a definite air of finality to his words. "You banished it with little more than a symbol and your own faith. It won't be back for centuries, according to our Brother-Librarians. You did well." He pats your arm gently, avoiding bruises you just now notice.

    He leaves his hand on your arm as he continues, observing you for pain or other discomfort as he continues. "The cultists were worshiping the Daemon in the hope of... Something along the lines of joining it in a holy communion. You saw how that was going to turn out. They were helping it prepare unholy vessels for its power using the bodies of a few fallen Brothers it snatched from us from the battlefield, right under our noses." He scowls- it's a frightening sight. You make a mental note not to anger Brother-Medicae Paolo.

    "Oh, /them/. They showed up because we were there." He frowns at the memory. "We've been engaging that Waaugh for a few decades now; they keep bothering us in the middle of campaigns." He smiles again. "Not anymore. The daemonic incursion's broken the Waaugh's leadership. Another thing we will have to thank you for, in a roundabout sort of way."

    >Your original Ship
    "We're basically towing it as we travel to the nearest planet capable of repairing it. The ship's crippled- the pilot and his fellows were all killed in the wreck while attached. We're not sure if it'll recover." He sighs- he didn't like how the Adeptus piloted, hooked directly into the ship.

    "But all the passengers are safe. Worst to worst, they'll have to strip the whole directional apparatus out and replace it. Your things have been moved to the Lance-" He motions to a locker next to your bed, "And you will be staying here until you're healed up."

    "...And we figure out what, exactly, to do with you."
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:00 No.9394034
    Oh shit that sounds kind of ominous.

    Ask, politely, what he means.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)04:02 No.9394070
    I just realized I PIME TARADOXED myself.

    The ship is damaged and they're towing it. It WILL go on to the Orbitals, though.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)04:09 No.9394153
    >what do

    You're confused by his choice of words. "Honored Brother-Medicae, what do you mean?" You almost tremble at what he could mean.

    "You've survived an exceptional mess, Techpriestess Lyra. Your ship crashes into an ancient lab dragged out of the Warp by cultists. You manage to make it to us without dying to either the cultists, their foul rituals, the orks, or our own hands. You destroy a daemon's great plans, and manage to destroy and banish the same daemon with little training and exceptional skill. You do this when you are actually trained, according to this-" he taps what you realize must be a dossier on you- "For 'the repair of heavy machinery', of all things." He laughs at the situation, and you manage a weak chuckle. It IS a little absurd.

    "You are here now not only because our facilities are functional, but also because you must be observed for the taint of the Warp, and because you might be better purposed serving other ends than... repairing chapel organ-cogitators."
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:13 No.9394202
    I guess the next step would be to rest up. Once we're feeling better we can get to work replacing parts on our damaged self.
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    Add science.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:14 No.9394220

    Woo! Being a Techmarine's assistant, I can see it already.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:27 No.9394356
    This seems logical.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:30 No.9394397

    Orange/Blue contrast.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:30 No.9394402
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)04:32 No.9394427
    I did this too.

    You blink.


    Brother-Medicae Paolo nods. "Better purpose. A number of our own have shown interest in taking you on as an aide or referring you onwards, to their allies and friends or whatever they want. Brother-Librarian Ferdinand wishes to at least speak to you- he shows great concern for your mind, and a great interest as well. Brother-Techpriest Alehandro has an obvious reason to take you on for his own purposes. Brother Adrian has mentioned some 'friends' of his that could use your talents- He doesn't want me to tell you, but they're Inquisition. The Adeptus Mechanicus has not returned our messages, but we expect they'll want you as well."

    He pauses, to let this all sink in. "However. /I/ have you first. You will stay here, and rest. Then we will repair your augmentations, together if possible. I can tell you this: Your new arm will be thrice-blessed against the daemon and the heretek; all my brothers have been clambering to be the first to offer their blessings." He smiles.

    "You're a lucky Techpriestess, Lyra."

    >Pick your GOOD END.
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)04:36 No.9394467
    *Fuck it, lean up and go for the kiss*

    Brother-Techpriest Alehandro sounds like a future we could really be a part of.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:38 No.9394492
    After all we did, you want to be someone's ASSISTANT?

    That can fuck right off a cliff. INQUISITION AHOY.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:43 No.9394547

    Join the Inquisition with our blessed demon slaying arm.
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    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)04:50 No.9394629
    Inqy is....not so good. Questionably loyal, lots of chances to get caught in heretical activities, chances to be truly tainted or driven insane.
    All told, I'll rather roll with Space Marines and honestly serve the Emperor and Humanity then get dipped in the sleaze of Inquisition politics.
    Plus, c'mon. There are AdMech Inquisition people.
    We'd be an Honorary Battle Serf...or something.
    THAT doesn't happen much at all.

    Hey, I don't mean to piss in your cornflakes. =]
    But we're still a woman after all, nothing wrong with be attracted to the brotherhood full of muscly, charismatic men. SM's are the joyous fusion of high tech and master-crafter flesh after all. =D
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:52 No.9394654
    Stay with the Mechanicus. The Omnissiah totally wills it.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:56 No.9394707
    Stay with the Space Marines. They trust you, they care for you, and you know them. Don't go dancing off with those Inquisition fucks that are just as likely to stab you in the back as they are to stab a heretic. Bad news all around.

    Going back to AdMech is middle ground, but disappointing. It'd be like John McClane getting a desk job after killing Hans Gruber. It isn't terrible, but it ain't fuckin' right either.

    Stay with Astartes.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:56 No.9394710
    Should talk to the Librarian, at least for a while.

    Then, well... either the Mechanicus or the Techmarine. The marines will likely respect us more, but the Mechanicus is our true faith and calling and I am loath to leave them.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)04:59 No.9394735
    >but the Mechanicus is our true faith and calling and I am loath to leave them.

    It's not like you're leaving the AdMech to join the circus or turn tricks to Servitors or something. You'd be serving the FUCKING ASTARTES. Isn't that, oh I dunno, kind of an honored position?
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:01 No.9394764
    Point. Let's hang with the Imperial Castellans for the next couple centuries, then. They seem cool and could doubtless use a little more of the Machine God in their lives. And probably have the pull to get us all kinds of nifty Mechanicus stuff anyway, as long as they like us and think it's worth the effort.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)05:07 No.9394846
    It takes a few days more of bedrest before Brother-Medicae Paolo allows you to leave, Peg-Leg serving as your crutches (or, when you become especially tired, carrying you. He is nothing if not helpful). You toddle about the ship with virtual impunity, the Marines aboard being nothing less than stellar hosts.

    You often spend time with Brother Samail- the one who had his leg blown off- who turns out to be a fairly new member of the Castellans proper. He deeply appreciates your company and the unique point of view your upbringing within the Cult Mechanicus brings. You two end up fairly friendly with each other, and when the time comes, you aid Brother-Medicae Paolo and Brother-Techpriest Alehandro both in grafting his new leg on.

    You go through a series of interviews with Brother-Librarian Ferdinand, and discuss what you've seen and been through. You find him invaluable in coming to terms with Chaos and the foul powers it possesses.

    Brother-Techpriest Alehandro is something familiar in the strange territory of an Adeptus Astartes ship, and when not in the Med-bay, you often find yourself in his small Forge. There, you remake your arm, mechadendrite, and eye with his expert help.

    They are works of art, expertly inlaid with gold and silver prayers, and blessed against the Daemon, the Heretek, and the Xenos from practically everyone on the ship. They are so superior to your old ones, you're not sure how you got along with them.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)05:08 No.9394856
    You make a short trip to your old ship after the surgeries, all inside still deep within hiber-sleep, where you personally dedicate your augments to the Machine God, imploring blessings from the ship itself. They are freely granted, and you formally transfer ownership of Peg-Leg to yourself.

    Peg-Leg is similarly blessed and warded by Brother-Techpriest Alehandro, his mechanical augmentations replaced and reinforced, his flesh-brain granted better capability. You find him a stalwart companion, ever-faithful, ever-loyal.

    When you feel you are fully healed, after nearly two months, all spent in the Warp, you go to Brother-Medicae Paolo with your own questions.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:13 No.9394908
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:17 No.9394957
    What to ask? What to ask?


    Perhaps a good thing to do would be to get a straight answer as to exactly what you'd be doing if you stayed with the Astartes chapter.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:22 No.9395023

    That one picture of the techpriestess maintaining a dreadnought would be highly relevant around now, I think.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:23 No.9395033
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    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)05:24 No.9395037
    I don't have any questions either, really.
    We're being afforded an amazing honor and...uh....nothing. They need stuff fixed and we can quite do that.
    Working relationship, really.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:24 No.9395039
    I am both intrigued and sexually aroused by this.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)05:25 No.9395048
    "Brother Paolo," You start. You can't help but continue using titles.

    You've cornered him at his least busy in the evening- after he's made his last rounds before dinner, but after he's corralled all the medi-skulls that follow him around. You're in his office, and you take a seat after making the sign of the Aquila in welcome. You've gotten better at it.

    "What happens if I choose to stay?"

    He thinks this over for a few long seconds, chin in his hand, eyes closed, deep in thought.

    "Then you stay," he started, without moving. "You will be found a place you can be useful in the Castle Alhambra. You'll probably get called out with us when we move to strike at daemonic incursions. You'll also likely serve under the Fraters Astrotechnicus- Techmarines. Probably get your own forge; you've done us a great thing, Lyra." Brother Paolo was very informal, you'd learned; he was always good to go to with questions like this. "Even if you don't decide to work under them, you'd be next to them. We Castellans are big on organization."

    "It wouldn't be a bad life, really. Hard- you'd be a part of our Chapter, and that means helping supply us in the way you're best able. Would severely limit your contact with the Cult proper, if that matters, as well. Our home is fairly remote."

    He looks up from his musings. "Is that what you really want? Working with us, on our home in Alhambra, or in our ships like the Lance? You'll always have plenty work to do, even if it won't always be what you /want/ to work on."

    He fixes his steady gaze on you.

    IS this what you really want?
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)05:30 No.9395112
    Sounds like adventure and service, a fine life.
    For the Omnimessiah and for the Chapter.

    I speak for our admission into the service of the Fraters Astrotechnicus.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:30 No.9395118
    Sure, I second.
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    >I speak for our admission into the service of the Fraters Astrotechnicus.

    This is different from what's been picked. As it stands, you'll be a separate entity; for lack of a better metaphor, a second-party developer for the Castellans. Or a sub-contractor. Something like that.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:34 No.9395169
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)05:35 No.9395175
    Ah, well not to muddle things I mean to end up wherever the Castellans would find us useful.

    Give us a wrench, a prayer and a task, and we will serve.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:35 No.9395191
    go with SMs. you will be remembered. as will scout you gave emprahs mercy. NEVER forget the scout, he would have been a bro
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)05:36 No.9395204
    He would have been a TOTAL BRO. Samail confirms this, because he was bros with Scout-Brother Sammaeter.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:40 No.9395252
    So, Admech guy, does the story end here or will we be seeing more of Lyra Feddel in the future...?
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:50 No.9395361
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)05:50 No.9395363

    You nod, setting your face into something more determined.

    "Yes. Yes I do. I don't think I could handle going back to the Adeptus Mechanicus, not when I've gotten spoiled by you and the other Brothers," Brother Paolo smiles at the flattery, "Nor do I want to go to the Inquisition. Who knows what they want with me. I'm no Psyker, no matter how badly Brother Ferdinand wishes I was so."

    You sit up more, feeling more and more certain in your choice as you continue. "I want to stay. I want to keep doing what I'm doing. I've seen too much to give it up for anything less. I'd love to help forge ammunition, or whatever else needs it. Anything your chapter grants to me will always be in service. You've helped me as much as I've helped you."

    Brother Paolo nods. "Then let us get started on the paperwork... After dinner."


    You formally announce your decision at dinner with the brothers. They greet the news with great cheer; the fact that such a... a /hero/ chooses to live with them is heartening. There is merriment, followed by paperwork. Lots of it.

    You are formally ordained as a Magos Malleus in your own right by the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the Imperial Castellans grant you a modest forge close to the fotress-monastary of the Castle Alhambra itself. You soon find your niche in servitor creation and anti-daemon weaponry, and you are truly happy with your life. You count Adeptus Astartes as friends, and Inquisition as allies. You do have a habit of punching daemons to nonexistance, though.

    You are Lyra K. Feddel. You are a Magos Malleus, ally of the Imperial Castellans, supplier of anti-daemonic weaponry and expert on the subject of punching them back into the Immaterium. You've got very strange luck, but you're still alive and able to serve.

    >GOOD END.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:53 No.9395397
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)05:53 No.9395405
    Magos Malleus. We forge the weapons that make Grey Knights say" Daaaaamn, that looked agonizing!"
    Total win achieved.
    Thanks, Cpt. AdMech guy. :)
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)05:56 No.9395442
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    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)05:59 No.9395482
    Awesome quest.
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)06:08 No.9395574
    Oh, also, Peg-Leg serves you until the very end of his days, carrying your stuff and popping the heads off rogue machines with ease.

    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)06:12 No.9395617
    pegleg there too? fucking AWESOME ending. gj captain admech guy
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)06:21 No.9395699
    gimme suggestions for another adeptus quest thread if you want one; I might as well corner the market on Adeptus Mechanicus quests.
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)06:24 No.9395718
    Skitarii Quest.
    Time to light some shit UP.
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)06:25 No.9395729
    Or perhaps something really different, like being the lead magos in service to an Imperial Titan.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)06:48 No.9395916

    We need a Heretek quest, I don't think I've ever actually seen one.
    >> Iron Lung 04/24/10(Sat)06:49 No.9395919
    That's....potentially awesome.
    Seconded, let us do.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)06:57 No.9395979

    I like both of these.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)07:07 No.9396060
    God-Tier End, OP.

    This is relevant to my interests.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)07:14 No.9396114
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    Holy Shit OP.

    A good quest? AND being capable of wrapping it up in a as few as 4 threads?!?

    I tip my hat to you, good sir.
    >> >>9395699 04/24/10(Sat)08:01 No.9396560
    Mutant Quest.
    Do it, bitch!
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)08:02 No.9396573
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    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)08:03 No.9396576
    So what chapter of the astartes have we just joined?
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)09:49 No.9397566
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    I planned this to be a simple 'oh god oh god SPACE HULK oh god the Tyanids are going to eat us all' thing.

    Then I decided that was boring and make you assholes roll dice on what the hell was going on.

    I think it worked out.

    Also, am tempted for Servo Skull Quest because look at them they're so dang cute.
    >> Anonymous 04/24/10(Sat)09:54 No.9397642

    D'awww cute tech priestess is cute

    Same for servo skull
    >> Captain AdMech guy 04/24/10(Sat)09:55 No.9397654
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    Thank Brother Greenmarine.

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