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    65 KB Rogue Trader Quest Part 11 Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)15:56 No.14384760  
    Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/12743608/

    Armageddon, the bleak, red desert world of death and doom. Over thirty million human deaths in the last year alone in the war against the orks. It’s been said that the sands of this forsaken world was originally was originally a pristine white, but has since been dyed to it’s current bloody crimson color with the shed blood of uncounted men since the world’s induction into the Imperium of man. Who knows how many have died hre in defense of their homes and families. Their bodies twisted and broken, limbs torn astrew, their dying thoughts reserved for those they’ve left behind. As the last breathe escapes their lips, the foul green skins over run their positions and leaves their unmarked graves as a testament to their ferocity and hatred. It is a dying world, occupied by the damned.

    In the forty first millennia, there is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter and laughter of thirsting gods.

    Aboard the Igneus Aquetus, Lord Captain Dolemite Deadlift watches the battles on the surface from his throne on the bridge. Scenes illuminate the room, gore filled battles played from every available angle got all to watch in captivated horror. The intimacy of such a war has been replaced with a calm, detached appreciation for the millions of men that fight and die at the whim of those greater than them. The tapping of fingers upon keyboards and communication officers shouting new information roar in the command room, creating a cacophony of noise and confusion.
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    Atop his ruling throne, the Rogue Trader captain, master of those who live on the Igneus, sits stiffly as he watches the roodscreens before him with a passive face. Worn hands cross in front of his face, creating the impression of a powerful, brooding king. To his left, the bulky Arch-Militant Ripley slides a meaty finger across a data slate that’s constantly updated with the latest tactical information.

    A scowl cross his stern face, his thick mustache twisting and contorting into in tandem with his mouth as a new piece of information becomes available. Ripley’s huge arm reaches across Dolemite to hand the tablet to the man to the right of the captain. It is met by a much smaller, infinitely more graceful hand. Perfectly manicured and without flaw, his new hand receives the slate and pulls it up for a closer inspection. This hand belongs to a man who could be aptly described as both metaphorically and literally Captain Deadlift’s right hand man. Always in control, always prepared, he is only known as the Seneschal.

    Clad in a business suit, he pulls the slate close to read its contents for approval. Readjusting the thin, modern glasses that rest upon his nose, he almost grimaces as he digests the news. Ever so slightly, his eyes close a fraction in frustration as he leans in to educate his mater of the distasteful information. To anyone else, this almost imperceptible change in the Seneschal’s face would mean nothing. But to Dolemite, who has just spent the last for months in warp transit with the man, it was alarming.

    “Lord Captain, we are being hailed by the Imperial Navy battle fleet in orbit around the planet. Also, my network has found something about Invidia. What do you wish to do?”

    >What do you do?
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:01 No.14384804
    'I reach for my Klaive.'
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:08 No.14384854
    "I want a sandwich."
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:09 No.14384862
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)16:10 No.14384869
    Slowly, you reach inside your magnificent greatcoat and draw you klaive, a weapon that has served you well since your years in the Inquisition. Stolen from the corps of a foul xenon warrior from some nameless, doomed world, it is one of the few surviving relics of a species long since exterminated. As you toy with the blade, the seneschal peers at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:11 No.14384875
    Suck it, Seneschal.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:13 No.14384895
    Ask him for a sammich, of course.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:16 No.14384924
    "Extra spiralhorn"
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)16:20 No.14384950

    With a droll face, Dolemite looks up at the Seneschal, turning his attention from his klaive to the ever serious man in black. “Might I have a sandwich first? A nice grox and cheese, with extra spiralhorn one if you would. I know this is whole Navy thing is important, but you can’t have me making decisions on an empty stomach, now can you?”

    The Seneschal’s head bobs in acknowledgement of to his captain’s request, and without a further word departs from the bridge to acquire the desired food.

    >What does Dolemite do?
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:25 No.14384983
    Speak to the Navy guys. Get it over with.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:28 No.14385000
    Teach him to be a self-aggrandizing fuck.
    Since we can't ask about what's her face now, open comms with the Navy.
    Keep the klaive out.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:30 No.14385016
    There's really only one option, right?
    So talk to the Navy. We REALLY don't want to have to fight them. We'd lose.
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)16:30 No.14385023

    Leaning backwards into his throne, Lord Captain Deadlift turns his head to the left. There, he spies Ripley standing at attention, waiting for his orders. With a sigh, Dolemite decides to get it over with and commands Ripley to have communications set up a link with the hailing fleet.

    Minutes pass, as Dolemite waits for the communications array to connect and provide a link between the flagship of the fleet and the Igneus. Before the trio wait’s a potent piece of technology, a holo-viewer. Capable of providing a three dimensional display with pristine clarity, it is normally used to provide a map of local space so a course might be charted. Now, it serves as a two way vox machine between the two ships. As the engineers end the rite of activation, their leader presses the holy power button, awakening the device so that it might serve it’s master.

    Energy flows through the gadget, and in an instant a man appears in beam of glowing light. Tall proud, and decorated in various medals, an ancient man stands and address Lord Captain Deadlift. His left breast is decadent with awards and medals, his attire signifying him to be a man of high ranks. At his side rests an admiral’s saber, and his grey eyes speak of tired wisdom. Scars and wrinkles line his face, and with a mirthless smile he begins to speak.

    “Hail, Captain. I am Rear-Admiral Aramus Turnthet, captain of ‘The Mortis,’ serving under Admiral Parol. Your ship is registered as The Igneus Aquetus, of the Dormian Fleet, under Captain Telovere. What brings you to Armageddon?”
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:31 No.14385031
    Why are you restarting part 11?
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:36 No.14385087

    nope, we're Rogue Trader Dolemite Deadlift. Best start bowing now, admiral
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:38 No.14385103
    >with a troll face
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:42 No.14385143
    Tanks. We've come to requisition tanks so that we might fuel or campaign across the stars. Also men, so that, you know, we can hold stuff, like planets and stuff.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:44 No.14385158
    "That's Rogue Trader Dolemite Deadlift to you, Admiral."
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)16:47 No.14385182
    “Tanks? Well, you’d have to see to the guard about that. However, I doubt those ground pounders are likely to be free giving of their war machines. They are fighting a war you know,” the rear-admiral states, in a tone that not so subtly implies captain Deadlift to be an idiot.

    “But, if you here anyway, I suppose you could be of use to the fleet.”

    >What does Dolemite do?
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:50 No.14385210
    "I do not answer to you, ADMIRAL. I have a bottom line to uphold."
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:51 No.14385223
    Oh, snap, bitch.
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)16:52 No.14385233

    Even in the form of a hologram, rear-admiral Turnthet is visibly stunned at your proclamation of identity. He swiftly regains himself, mastering his visage in an instant. “I had no idea, Lord Captain. It is an honor to welcome you to the system. I have not heard of your dynasty before, but I would be honored if you would lend your assistance to the Imperial cause. Surely, we might be able to arrange something for your help?” he inquires, a conspiratorial undertone beginning to suffuse his words.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:56 No.14385274
    "Hmm. What do you have in mind?"
    Keeping in mind, of course, that we shall extract payment in full for this on top of what we need.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)16:59 No.14385295
    Phrase it as "Hmmm. I will hear out your proposal, Admiral. Make it quick, I'm a busy man."
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)17:03 No.14385328
    Condescension? Sure, he was a prick to start with.
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    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)17:08 No.14385372
    ‘It figures,’ thinks Dolemite, ‘everyone is Emperor damned politician.’ Once more, the rogue trader of the Deadlift dynasty readjusts himself in his seat, standing straighter than before as the negotiation for his services begin. “Alright, Admiral, what do you desire?”

    Rear-admiral Turnthet smiles politely before starting on his orders, his deep voice contorted by the synthetic modulation that the vox speakers impose upon it. “Despite what the generals of the Imperial Guard believe, the Navy is important for more than just ferrying their soldiers around. Lately, our supply lines have been harried by pirates of an undetermined source. While the soldiers on the ground below may have access to rations grown in hydroponics in the hives below, we are dependent on resources that are beyond our power to grow ourselves.”

    “To this end, I request that you find the source of these raiders. In return, I shall, look into supplying you with your toys.”
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)17:17 No.14385449
    don't do it, it's probably DE
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)17:20 No.14385470
    "'Look into'? Admiral, with all due respect, with anything less than a guarantee, I'm not even going to bother trying."
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)17:21 No.14385491
    Think of the LOOT!
    Ignore the danger, weighing danger is for peasants like Chartist Captains.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)17:24 No.14385514
    Those "toys" better involve a Throne-damned teleportarium for the trouble we're going through.
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)17:29 No.14385553
    "Well, I can promise you nothing from the guard, those dogs care nothing for our plight. What might a noble heir of the Deadlift dynasty such as yourself might care for, that I CAN provide," Turnthet asks in a not so innocent way.

    >What do you want?
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)17:29 No.14385554
    To START with. We'll teach this faggot sailor how a real man negotiates.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)17:35 No.14385607
    a star chart. You know what, fuck this, go to the koronus expanse
    >> Necron player 03/27/11(Sun)17:37 No.14385620
    How about some aircraft or something?
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)17:46 No.14385709

    "First of all, my demands are threefold. First, you will provide me all the information you have on these 'pirates,' and only after I have been educated on the matter you insufferable sycophant. Second, IF I accept, you will provide me with a starchart, one that I might reasonably stand a chance of making a profit off of. I do have a bottom line to uphold, unlike you. And third, I demand fightercraft. Not that I really need them, mind you, but I think Gabrielle might like them," our protagonist explains. Turning to the bulky warrior to his left, Dolemite asks,
    "He, or she, or whatever Gabrielle is, would like that, right?"

    The arch-militant considers it for a moment, before answering with a slight tip of his head in his masters direction. "Good," quips captain Deadlift, before returning his attention to the red-faced rear-admiral.

    "Oh dang, I think I broke him," deadpans Dolemite, before noticing that the Seneschal has arrived with his sandwich.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)17:50 No.14385743

    [ ] not told
    [x] told
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)17:56 No.14385798

    eat the samich like a boss, rub it in hsi face, we're better
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)18:05 No.14385878

    By this point Dolemite simply begin to ignore the rear-admiral, who had yet to say another word since the captain's miniature rant. With a haughty look blazenly displayed across his face, Dolemite began to eat his decadent sandwich. Yep, definately made the right move in ordering that extra spinhorn.

    By the time turnthet had begun to sputter out a replay, Dolemite decided to cut him off, interjecting two simple, condenscending words, "Problem Turnthet?"
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)18:10 No.14385923
    Well, that was fun. I'd say after this, whenever we get around to hearing about Invidia, that's probably something that should be done in private and not on the bridge. If this news is negative, and I have a feeling it is, it wouldn't do to have rumors spreading about something overheard.
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    I lowl'd
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)18:14 No.14385953

    Slowly but steadily, Turnthet acquised to the demands of the young rogue Trader before him. Over the hologram, several mumers of deissent could be heard in the background, likely from the rear-admiral's command staff. As the link between the two ships closed, Turnthet promised to send the relevant details within the coming hour.

    With the line closed, Dolemite is finally free to do as he wishes.

    >What does Dolemite do?
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)18:21 No.14386021
    find invidia, fuck her
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)18:25 No.14386054
    Talk to Seneschal about Invidia. What had he learned?
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    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)18:29 No.14386092

    "Ah yes, Lord Captain," the Seneschal responds when you bring up the subject, probably having figured you to have already forgotten the subject.

    His face is ever passive as he breaks the news, "My network has some disturbing news to report. It seems that several passages of Invidia's diary, she has made multiple references for a wish to have a more 'commited relationship' with you, m'lord."
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)18:39 No.14386184
    aw fuck, she's evolving into a level 2 yandere
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)18:39 No.14386190

    "So it's not like she's had some sort of past history of seducing powerful men with her abilities and you've comr to warm me? It's jut that she wants our relationship to be more serious?" Sigh. "Well, that's not as dire news as I'd have thought. Anything else? And for my benefit, the possible ramifications should I accept such a union?"
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)18:43 No.14386232

    Exasperated, the seneschal rubs his brow before explaining, "Well, aside from the fact that she's a clingy, possibly psychotic psyker who happens to be our online line of communication with the Imperium at large? No, nothing sir."
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)18:47 No.14386267
    Apologies if I'm just being really slow, but there seems to be a gap between the end of the previous thread (http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/12743608/) and the current one. What happened?
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    A four month gap during which the crew was in the warp to get to Armageddon. In the firs tthread it was stated that this was to be a destination to pick up ntanks and men, so since I'm restarting I figured I'd just pick up there.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)18:56 No.14386367

    ...and? Lets propose to Invidia. Then have hot psyker sex
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:01 No.14386412
    Wooooah. Hold on there. Proposition is perhaps a bit too much. Let's stay with her for a bit more. A gentlemanly 6 months together at least before the topic of marriage is broached. If she needs convincing, we should ask her whether she truly loves us, or if she simply wants us because we're the first person to show her such kindness and attention. Because, and yeah, I know, this is pretty sappy for 40k, what would be the point of a more serious relationship if she only did it because we're all she knows? If we intend to get more committed, then I think first we need to help her get out more. If she still feels the same way after having some more friends, then fine. But if she starts to realize that what she's feeling isn't love... then that's something that should be addressed.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:03 No.14386435
    Have her move out of the Arcanum, in with us?
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:06 No.14386464
    cool. cheers
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)19:16 No.14386563
    "You want to what?" the Seneschal replies, not sure if he heard you correctly.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:17 No.14386571
    sorry, i meant to say we need to arrange for a new navigator, and arrange for a quick disposal of our current navigator
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:19 No.14386584
    and then put a cigar out in his eye.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:20 No.14386596
    this. this whole romance thing is fucking retarded and thought up by people who have no idea what a navigator is like.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:25 No.14386651
    Actually, it's our astropath
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:30 No.14386701
    in any case, get rid of her before she falls to slaanesh in her lust for us.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:41 No.14386806

    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:43 No.14386822
    >HURRR, all sexual thoughts will make you fall to chaos Slaanesh!

    Get out of here 40kid.

    Don't know what the Arcanum is, but I think he misheard us. We want to simply see her a bit more often and help her get out a bit more.
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)19:48 No.14386880
    "Oh, ok," the Seneschal replies, before exiting the bridge. He never really approved of the reltaionship, Dolemites notes internally, before deciding what to do next.

    >What does Dolemite do next?
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:50 No.14386901
    For now? Finish our sandwich if we haven't already, and await news of the pirates from the rear Admiral.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)19:53 No.14386929
    not for an average person, but for a warp-sensitive astropath, yes.
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)20:00 No.14387001

    Dolemite waits in silence, as several hours pass before the information is transfered. After the second hours, it becomes apparent the wait is purely a way for the rear-admiral to get his petty revenge.

    As the captain begins to think of various petty plots for revenge, the Seneschal returns with a data-slate on the raiders. Handing over the tablet, the young young trader examines the news, looking for anyhting conspicuous.

    Apparently, four transports ships carry supplies in food and ammo have been attacked in the last six months, with only a dozen escape pods remaining. Thie ships and all were taken by what tge reports say to be a fluid strike force of ships of xeno design. Nothign else of note could be discerned form the survivors, though.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)20:03 No.14387032
    Interesting... what class ship is the Igneus Aquetus? That we might better strategize.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)20:05 No.14387053
    raider, i think, most of the details were in the first thread. Don't think we ever got stats for it though.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)20:06 No.14387071
    doesn't sound very profitable to me. all we're going to get is some looted naval supplies, and some fighter craft as payment.

    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)20:07 No.14387079
    Hmm... Well, at least we'll be faster than the slow freighters the filthy xenos are used to preying on.

    Were there ever any reports for the number of xenos vessels? If we're going to be outnumbered four to one I don't fancy our chances, but if it's just one or two then we could handle it.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)20:09 No.14387092
    You fool. Do you know what a decent star map could get us? Not to mention, fighters are VERY good to have, especially as a screening force or for help with ground attacks. They're great for precision ground strikes that a ship's orbital weapons just can't match.
    >> Tablet !!0fEYB5hrFn3 03/27/11(Sun)20:18 No.14387180
    "Is there anything on the xenos' ships themselves," Dolemite inquires form his Seneschal, figuring he would have an answer like always.

    Readjusting his tie, the man in black returns his attention to his captain, replying, "There were reported between three and five ships each time, each smaller than a ship of our size. However, they were also noted to have amazing speed and we're rather organized, attacking not unlike pack wolves."
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)20:20 No.14387209
    Hmm.... that's going to be difficult. There's no way we could outfight 5 ships. Maybe if we were escorting the freighters that are actually Q ships, we would stand a chance. But I'm not seeing any way to win this without something like that up our sleeve.
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    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)20:24 No.14387236
    Could we possibly wait for them to ambush more ships? We could take them at unawares. But even then I'm not sure we have the power and/or resources to take on multiple ships that are likely eldar or dark eldar that can easily outmaneuver us.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)20:29 No.14387288
    ask for the starmap first for "strategic reasons," then jet the fuck out of there.

    the admiral will think we've been killed by the pirates.

    its, its perfect.
    >> Tablet !!0fEYB5hrFn3 03/27/11(Sun)20:31 No.14387318
    "I believe if we make an acceptable case to the rear-admiral, we could. We haven't decided at this point to accept deal at this point, which places us in a place of power in the negotiations. If will send a transmission at once to see if this is possible. Also, I would like to inform you H1256-J47 requests your presence at his room when possible," finishes the Seneschal, leaving you at your throne to talk with a communications officer at the head of the bridge.

    >What do you do?
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)20:34 No.14387355
    do this:
    being outnumbered, we need the map to better prepare ourselves if we want to succeed.

    as soon as he gives it, enter warp and trollface
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)20:35 No.14387365
    You're an idiot.

    Oh, see if it's possible to replace the standard freighters with Q-ships. That way they can actually help once the shooting starts. Once that's done, let's see J47.
    >> Tablet !!0fEYB5hrFn3 03/27/11(Sun)20:47 No.14387486
    At long last, Dolemite rises from his throne, stretching his sore muscles. Several cracks can be heard as his back rights itself, and the rogue trader swiftly decides to get a beeter seat. Sure, the current one looks good, but there is no way sitting in that thing could be good for his long term health. With a sigh, the captain strides over to the Seneschal, who at the moment seemed to be looking over some bridge bunnies shoulder at a holoscreen.

    “Hey,” starts Dolemite, facing the Seneschals back, “Do you think we could get some Q-ships or something? I mean, if we’re gonna do the bait thing anyway, why not leave those damn, dirty xenos and even worse surprise?”

    Turning one hundred and eighty degrees, the Seneschal locks eyes with his master as he considers the idea. “Well, that might be pushing it, captain, but we might be able to get him to acquiesce with our needs.”

    “Good,” replies the captain, flashing his patented smile, in the background, several female staffers swoon, before recovering under the steely gaze of the Seneschal. With a wave, the captain announces his departure, and after spending a quarter of an hour in the most annoying elevatus, arrives outside the bulk head doorway that is the entrance to H1256-J47’s lair. However, unlike his previous trip to his explorator’s home, this time he is greeted by the metal man himself, who is seemingly waiting for him.

    >What do you do?
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)21:04 No.14387676
    give him a cheeky wink and do a little jig then ask whats up.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)21:06 No.14387707
    Looks like we're having a slow night. Say hi, ask him what he wanted to see us about.
    >> Tablet !!0fEYB5hrFn3 03/27/11(Sun)21:15 No.14387814

    "How you doing?" Dolemite slyly asks, slipping in a wink towards his good friends. The half-man, half-machine looks up, only now realizing that his captain has arrived. In an previously unseen display of exuberance he closes the gap between the two of them, and clasps his mechinical hand around Dolemites much weaker, and much more fleshy own hand almost crushes it in excitement as he shakes it furiously.

    "I've done it, I've done it!" he exclaims, his happiness explicit even through his synthesized voice.

    The mechanical trap that is his hand releases it's vice like grip on Dolemite, and quickly strikes it's opposite, clapping twice. In the large hallway, it's echo booms, and slowly the grand metal bulkhead behind the follower of the machine cult opens.

    As captain Deadlift rubs his wounded hand gingerly, he looks up, and is scared witless by what he finds. In the opening, its form haloed by several storm lights directed upon its body, stand Fluffy, tall and uncaged. It takes a single step toward his master H1256-J47, and from its dual heads let loose a monsterous roar Dolemite's direction. Upon its back can clearly seen a weird contraption of sorts that is soon identified to be a pair of missle launcher racks.
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)21:18 No.14387845
    Fluffy shall now be commandeered as our personal battle mount!
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)21:20 No.14387864
    GLORIOUS. Contain our fear, clap Jeff on the back, and congratulate him on his accomplishment.
    >> Tablet !!0fEYB5hrFn3 03/27/11(Sun)21:23 No.14387896

    "Well thats well spent," Dolemite remarks, before embracing his friend in brohug. The mechanical man too returns this hug, and the moment becomes postively bromantic.

    In the midst of it, Dolemite could almost hear his H1256-J47 begin to cry, as his computerized voice says quitely, "No homo, fleshbag."
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)21:31 No.14387991
    when we marry Invidia, he's going to be our best man
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)21:36 No.14388052
    what, whoa. We're not gonna marry crazy waifu. Gonna get us an inquisitor or something
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)21:55 No.14388270
    Well, that was fantastic. What say we head back to the bridge. After another 15 minutes in the Elevatus, hopefully our seneschal will have news on our ambush plans.
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)22:53 No.14388900

    With a few words of encouragement and friendship, as well as a promise to never let Fluffy loose upon the ship unless commanded to, Dolemite departs for the bridge.

    Once more, he finds himself in a flurry of actions and noise upon arrival, his assitants the Seneschal and Ripley serving as rocks upon which this storm of confusion breaks. His break over, once more Dolemites seats himself upon his throne, however uncomfortable it may be. "Seneschal, whats the news?"

    The addressed man, spins arounds, and comes face to face to his captain. Readjusting his glasses, he begins his report. "My Lord Captain, it is my pleasure to inform you that the rear-admiral will send allow for us to meet with transport ships, who will be acting as bait. However, I was only able to procure a single transport, which will be acting as a q-ship. Further, it will be likely underarmed, as the rear-admiral, however insistant that this job be done, could only afford to spare so many resources. He seems to be under the impression we have much more available to us than we currently do, as the head of a rogue trader dynasty."
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)23:13 No.14389106
    head in the direction of the attacks, call a meeting with your arch-militant and staff to discuss strategy.
    >> Tablet !!AN1cLAHnSL/ 03/27/11(Sun)23:38 No.14389310
    Alright, this is going really slow, some I' going to end this tonight. Hopefully we can try this again and get better results next time.

    Anyway, part 11 is over, it's archived here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14384760/
    >> Anonymous 03/27/11(Sun)23:45 No.14389380
    this makes me sad, almost nothing was accomplished today.

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