You are Elesh Phryx, rogue techpriest and captain of the Sword class frigate 'Sword of the Omnissiah'. The Omnissiah has smiled upon your recent adventures as a privateer in the Corgus sector, but such fortune seems to have waned. After reluctantly surrendering your latest find, an ancient Mars class battlecruiser, unto the Adepta Sororitas orders of the Serentus system and Magos Grumman, you find yourself with depressingly little after your battle to free the ship from a space hulk. Promises of reward aren't tangible, after all. Especially promises of reward that are only good after the promissory delivers his tithe to the Imperium.

As your crew resettles aboard 'Sword of the Omnissiah', you spend a long night with a mixture of unguents, oils, and your new plasma pistol. Restoring the masterly crafted weapon with the Omnissiah's blessings, you note an unusual mechanism that regulates the pistol's power settings; Several hours of prayer and additional unguents see the deviant modification blessed and ready to serve your will. With great care, you return the pistol to its freshly-oiled leather holster and turn your attention to the locked container sitting upon your work bench. A Jet-black granite forms the outer layer, with delicate green and blue crystals and veins lurking beneath the surface. The inner surface is likely adamantium, matching the lock that your mechadendrites explore with delicate manipulators. A simple key seems to open the lock, though you have no doubt that there are undetected features designed to defeat attempts to pick the lock. Your flesh brain relaxes as you buff several minor scuffs from the polished surface, the mineral's features resonating within your primitive psyche in a strangely enjoyable manner.

The trio of ciphered star charts respond favorably to your attempts at restoration, the ancient scrolls greedily accepting the preserving resin and prayer offered upon them. Setting the charts to dry upon plasteel plates, your studious attention finally drifts to the lone bottle. With a soft cloth, you gently polish the bottle's neck to reveal a prismatic luster. With great difficulty, you manage to read the ancient, faded label: 'Anemian Cloud 1999999.M40'. Your cogitators stumble as you realize that the bottle was sealed over two and a half millennia ago. As you stow your new possessions, the vox caster comes to life with a soft distortion of static. "Captain, Captain Wilson has contacted us via astropath. He and Magos Taylor would like you to join them upon Aquari, if we can spare the time."

>You have 14 days before you can claim your reward in the Serentus System. The journey will take an estimated 6 days.
>You owe no man or woman fealty.
>Orders?

rolled 36 = 36

sounds like this case is in dire need of having it's locking mechanisms thourghly investigated.
we shall study the lock while on our way to the Serentus system to observe what occurs on what once was (and with luck will soon be) our mars class battleship...

rolled 49 = 49

hmmm... i think we should see what wilson and tylor want, but i'm hesitant to miss the chance to study the battleship.... how much of a detour would going to Aquari cause?

>>18553038
>>18553088

you are currently in the system Saregin's Path.

The Mars class battlecruiser 'Righteous Flame' is currently undergoing repairs nearby, headed by Magos Grumman and Canoness Irene. The ship will head to the Serentus system once repairs are complete. (unknown time period)

Aquari is located in the neighboring Labado system, which is part of the most direct route to the Serentus system.

>>18553020
I wonder what the odds are that the bottle of vintage liquor is worth more than our frigate?

Let's see what those two gentlemen want with us. We have 8 days to kill before we head off to claim our reward, might as well see if we can accomplish something interesting.

Fuck yes, Privateer Quest is back!

Yeah, we should totally go see what Magos Taylor is up to.

>>18553170

the odds of the bottle being worth more than your frigate are exceptionally low.

>>18553164
Oh you mean the Naval captain that's likely pissed he missed out on a Battle Cruiser and the Magos that's made several promises to render us down to a servitor?

Bug in the warp must've messed up the message, we never got it. 'Bu-' Never. Got. It.

Any chance to head back to that space hulk? Now that we know (and nearby pirates know) that the Sisters of Battle are nearby, that hulk is probably looking pretty abandoned.

>>18553088
>>18553170
>>18553207

Preparing to set course for Labado system.

Roll D100 for perils

(your astropath was contacted via third party, you'll have to enter system to establish vox contact)

rolled 53 = 53

>>18553261
May the Dark Gods (or dice gods) smile on our voyage.

rolled 25 = 25

>>18553228
Lets do this.

rolled 84 = 84

>>18553261

>>18553228

Captain Beriaun proved to be quite amicable once you undermined Magos Vorgus' attempt to seize 'Righteous Flame' for himself.

You may ignore the message if you choose, but it will be obvious.

The Imperial Navy is currently surrounding the Space Hulk and have declared it the property of the Imperium.

rolled 62 = 62

i still think that we should offer our assistance to magos grumman in the repair of the ship. we might even be able to locate some more key items during our 'assistance'. hopefully they will still be there when we get back.

>>18553311
Curses.
Well i dont like the idea of meeting these two again, especially since they're both trying to contact us. Through a third party at that...

>>18553417
Wait, I thought OP said it was Wilson and Taylor who were trying to contact us, not these two?

I am in favor of taking a detour to aquari to meet wilson and Taylor

>>18553430
Ah, I see now.
Mixup on my part.
The two contacting us are our friendly pirate captain and magos buddies.

"Labado is on our path, set course for the system's edge and prepare the ship for a warp jump."

You spend the warp journey attempting to map the interior of the strong box's lock, but end your work after nearly tripping one of the lock's traps. Emerging from your sanctum, you arrive upon the bridge moments before your ship tears back into reality in the Labado system. The system is abuzz with activity, though there is an uncharacteristic lack of Navy vessels lingering in system. The presence of a massive space hulk in the neighboring system might have something to do with such a rare event. As you set course for Aquari's main space dock, a message is sent from Captain Wilson.

"Glad you could make it, Captain Phryx! Magos Taylor and I are celebrating his good fortune and my continued survival, and we'd like to invite you to join us! Taylor has secured the services of a luxury yacht and has kindly reserved several rooms for you and your officers. Contact dock control for coordinates."

>decline offer? (alternate orders?)
>accept? (officers to join you? officers to remain on ship? how long will you stay?)
>give crew leave? (how many days? limit to station?)

>>18553523
Well why not, lets bring a small 10 officers and leave the rest on the ship and jam around for a day or so.

>>18553523
accept, take Athe, the chief astropath and maybe someone else(I forgot who we have, there is voidsman Quein, Advi and who else?)

We should time our stay so that we arrive a day early to Serentus

Give our crew leave on rotation so that one shift and 1000 armsmen are always on the ship.

Also, how much wealth do we have atm, in case we want to buy anything?

>>18553523
Let's accept. Sounds like fun.

But we should only bring a few officers along. In the event that this is a trap/double-cross, we want our ship to still be in fighting condition.

Same goes for the crew. Grant leave to those crew members who distinguished themselves during the boarding action on the space hulk, but keep the majority of them on the ship.

>>18553604

current officers list:

XO: Athe
Master-at-Arms: armswoman Julin
Voidmaster: voidsman Quein
Chief Enginseer: techpriestess Advi

(you could invite a few non-heroic officers, if you wanted. Chief navigator, chief astropath, etc.)

>>18553523
>orders?

Before doing anything, have Athe see if there are any lucrative trade opportunities for stuff we can sell to planets along our way.

>give crew leave
Maybe. How long are the celebrations supposed to take?
We should probably also pay a bonus to the armsmen who distinguished themselves in combat and to the families of those who died.

>accept?
Yeah, why not. We should probably not take all officers with us at once. Make a schedule that allows every officer to properly participate in the celebrations costing us too much time in the system.
I doubt Elesh is in the mood for celebrations.

>>>18553634
Any officers who seemed especially promising during our journey this far?

>>18553619

you have 27 wealth. (wealth is always shown on your character info image, and I actually remember to update it)

>>18553651

none have proven exceptional enough to be noted, yet.

>>18553634
Lets bring along some more of our tech adepts.

>>18553661
Huh, can't belive I missed that.
Anyway, take Athe with us and keep the rest on rotation, 1 officer, 1 shift of workers and 1000 armsmen must be taking care of the ship at all times.

Since we are already here, we might as well offer passage to anyone who is going in the same direction as we are once we are done partying and is willing to pay for it. And stay in the low-class quarters we can provide them. And go through a basic background check, I don't want a chaos cultist on the ship.

Also, check for any cheap export goods this place has, we might be able to turn a profit if we have the cargo space.

>accept offer
>invite Athe, chief Navigator, top enginseers
>crew granted leave in rotations
>remain for 6 days (will allow time for travel to Serentus)

this plan acceptable?

>>18553817
acceptable as far as I'm concerned

>>18553817
Take all the named characters with us. Simply ask the ship's machine spirit the remain especially vigilant while we're away.

>>18553848
I would rather keep one person of authority on the ship at all times.

>>18553848

taking all of your named officers may adversely affect plans to have a list of trade goods upon your return from Captain Wilson's invitation, not to mention leave your ship in the hands of officers that are not exceptional.

>>18553908
I vote we just bring Athe then.

>>18553888
We have 6 days.It should be possible to set up a schedule for our officers so that all of them get to celebrate a bit while still having one of them on the ship.
One day of bridge duty for each of the named officers while the others celebrate.
The remaining day is spent preparing for the further journey and making deals if any opportunities should present themselves.

>>18553955
Meaning 4 days of partying and one day on the bridge for every named character and Elesh.

>>18553955
>>18553971

drop a schedule/order and it is done

>>18554003
Days - person with bridge duty:

1. Quein
2. Julin
3. Advi
4. Athe
5. Elesh

day 1-6 elesh and athe and the psykers
Julin is on the bridge for the first two days, Advi for the third and fourth and Quein for the last two days.

>day 1-6 elesh and athe and the psykers
I mean, these just stick to partying

>>18554060
>Psykers at the club door
>"Sorry, you do actually need eyes where you're going"
>No eyes - no service

>>18554090
>No eyes - no service
>but, we have eyes
>bouncer lets them in

mental warp dickery, we has it.

>>18554060
I think everybody should get the same deal, except maybe Quein. He wasn't really much of an officer once the navy arrived.

We should probably investigate why reacted that way? Did he think we'd risk our crew lightly? Did he run into some problems with the navy in his past?

Lurking fan of Eldar and Admech from /u/

I I play as a low rank lesbian tech priestess with a female servitor--normal human body with massive head augmentation--as a "compainion"? Please! Please!

>>18554123
Are you our random encounter for today's session?

>>18554123
If it makes you feel any better, I think that Athe still owes us something from that game of assasin we won several threads back

something /u/ related if I remember right

rolled 88 = 88

i think that we should attend the party only for the first night, then we shall get to know our officers of note (aka the named ones)

>>18554123
I'd usually be all for that sort of thing, but this quest has actually been relatively serious.

I don't think lezzing out with a cute servitor would really fit the theme of this quest.

>>18554162
Julin does as well. We got all the wagers after we beat Athe.

>>18554123
No. Just, just no.

"Athe, contact the dock master. I believe a vacation is in order."

Within an hour you sit across from Athe, Julin, Advi, and your chief Navigator, Teris, as your Arvus Lighter burns across the upper atmosphere of Aquari. As the flames surrounding your lander fade, your pilot gasps. "This place really is paradise." Landing upon the private yacht's stern, you are quickly greeted by Captain Wilson, Magos Taylor, and three sombreros bearing the words 'kiss the captain'. Athe and Julin both laugh and oblige the crimson words, granting Wilson and Taylor each a kiss upon the cheek while Advi looks on in detatched confusion. Navigator Teris' grizzled hand deposits the third sombrero atop your hooded skull. Captain Wilson politely gives your cheek a kiss with a smile before putting an arm around your shoulder and leading you to the yacht's top deck. After several drinks tailored to your unique physiology, you deliver the sad tale of goods won and lost to fate. Wilson and Taylor both offer a toast to your continued survival as your story ends.

"You seem to be placing too much value on a battlecruiser that you lacked the ability to support financially, Elesh. The Omnissiah has instead gifted you with contacts; ones that are in debt to your actions." advises Magos Taylor's synthetic voice.
"Speaking of debts, I believe that you do owe us a simple favor or two, Elesh." Captain Wilson grins at your confused expression, signaling the scantly clad server to bring another round of drinks. "We both gave you our shares of the Zephyr Spirit, and we'd both be willing to call everything even with say... ten cargos of sanctified promethium from the Sororitas orders." You open your mouth to respond, but Magos Taylor quickly cuts you off. "Each."

>agree?
>haggle?
>screw these guys

>>18554123

can you put that last sentence in english?

>>18554187
you only won Athe's wager, but nullified her claims when you eliminated her from the game.

>>18554178

Serious? I mean, are my references -really- flying that far under the radar?

>>18554402
>Promethium
Consult Athe on that matter. How much would that stuff be worth? Would they even notice if we simply threw some regular promethium from the system's AdMech their way?

rolled 41 = 41

>>18554402
haggle
While paying this is irritating, pissing our best criminal contacts off is more irritating

>Serious? I mean, are my references -really- flying that far under the radar?

I'm not even sure what refernces you are referring to.

>>18554402
I have to agree with him. We may have lost the battlecruiser, but we've gained a deep debt with Magos Grumman and a lesser debt with the Sororitas. I'm sure we'll be duly compensated for dropping a friggin BATTLECRUISER into their laps.

To get back on topic, I say we shouldn't try to haggle, and see if we can't arrange to perhaps have that be the Sororitas's debt repaid to us. This way, our fellow techpriests each get something nice and don't feel swindled, and the sororitas only have to part with some promethium. Meanwhile, Grumman still owes us bigtime.

>>18554484

last you checked, normal promethium traded @ 4 wealth per cargo.

it is safe to assume they could verify the cargo in some manner.

>>18554402
Let's inquire as to what they need so much sanctified promethium for.

Sounds like they're planning something interesting. Perhaps we should condition our cooperation on being brought into whatever scheme they're working on.

>>18554553
Indeed. Especially if, say, the Sisterhood sells us 20 cargoes worth of Blessed Promethium and, SUDDENLY, a pair of notorious PIRATES start using it.

>>18554433
I think the critical part of that post was "servitor."

about the battlecruiser

we didn't exactly have the resources to keep it. I mean, we might have pulled through, but that thing is a warship, not a trading or raiding ship.

It's great if you want to bust through a fleet, not so great if you want to pirate and trade like we currently are.
And, don't even get me started on the fuel costs.

All in all, there is really no reason to be upset over the way it all turned out - two influential organizations owe us a favour and like us and the cruiser ended up with admech - another organization that is more or less on our side and they can actually take proper care of the ship.
And use it to kill chaos. That's always a plus.

"What are you two planning? If I acquire the cargos and a pair of notorious privateers start using it" your eyes narrow as you allow your voice to trail off.

Wilson glances at Taylor, the silence lingering while the scantly clad server delivers the day's fifth round of drinks. You note that Wilson does not ogle the woman's body nor help himself to a playful handful of her flesh as she sets down the drinks and hurries away from the suddenly serious man. "We've both worked together for decades, and eventually it made sense to pool our resources in a common venture. Now that venture requires an application of sanctified promethium."

"For the closest captains I have for allies, I'll see what I can do. No guarantees on ten each." Both men hold steady under your poor excuse for a plasteel gaze.

"Acceptable." States Magos Taylor.

The pair joins you in a final toast before excusing themselves, leaving you alone to gaze out upon the pristine waters of Aquari. It takes several minutes to realize that you've never actually been on a planet before. Come to think of it, you are fairly sure that most of your officers are voidborn as well. Your flesh brain chatters excitedly at the thought, demanding to have strange fantasies of swimming in an actual sea fulfilled.

>indulge flesh brain?
>locate officer(s)?
>be space Irish? (get drunk!)
>other?

>>18554642
With our luck, the battlecruiser will end up being repaired and sent out on pirate hunting duty.

rolled 51 = 51

locate officers and rope them into indulging the flesh brain. SWIMMING PARTY!!!

>>18554942
Considering we've never swam in water before, and we have a bunch of big heavy mechadendrites attached to our body, we'd probably sink like a stone and drown if we tried to go swimming.

Maybe wading in the shallows.

>>18554942
>Both men hold steady under your poor excuse for a plasteel gaze.
Clearly more augmentations are needed. Especially a Baleful Eye.

>demanding to have strange fantasies of swimming in an actual sea fulfilled.
Well, we probably still have positive overall buoyancy, but I'm somewhat concerned about our ability to swim.
Also, have we checked some kind of list of local wildlife to confirm this isn't the equivalent of Space-Australia?

>>18554942
Locate officers, ask if they'd like to take a swim with us.

We have more than enough time. We should also get to know our officers better, with our luck, one's wanted by the inquisition and Advi has been trying to splice Tyranids, Orks and remains from chaos cultists because she was bore - sorry, had free processing capacity left.

>>18554942
This may just be me, but I hate being in debt. I say, before much else, we try to contact the Sisters and explain about how we would appreciate our reward being 20 cargoes of sanctified promethium. Get the groundwork started on that. THEN we can go crazy and try out the beaches.

>>18554942
I approve of swimming.
After removing anything that may be sensitive to water, like the mechandrites.

>>18555003
Let's wait with that until we're actually in their system.

If we're lucky, we could perhaps get regular promethium from Magos Grumman and have the sisters simply sanctify it?

>>18555015

all of your augmentations are sealed against water, vacuum, and fine particulates. Crazy shit happens in space.

>>18554942
Must we choose but one?

A drunken beach party with the officers sounds like fun. And we should bring along a re-breather in case we find ourselves underwater and too drunk to tell which way is up.

>>18555047
In that case, time to swim, drink and party

>>18555111
whoops, name left over from the other thread

>>18555003
I keep seeing that image everywehre, where is it from?

rolled 90 = 90

>>18555131

(image is from 'Mouretsu Pirates (Mōretsu Uchuu Kaizoku)')

>>18555178
Please tell me the caption reflects that character's actual attitude.

>>18555178
thx

I just tried to archive the thread, but I already archived another quest just earlier, can someone archive this thread, pls?

>>18555396
You think it's dead already? A shame.

>>18555412
I certainly hope it's not dead, but someone needs to archive it.

>>18555419
Alright, it's archived.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/18552964/

>>18555497
eeeexcelent


maybe machine spirit got autobanned again or something?
Or he's just writing a big update

>sorry, I had a drunken helper providing ideas for this update. I fear far too many of the ideas and stories were true.

Your flesh brain's fantasies shall be fulfilled! Once you locate your officers and have them join you, of course. Come to think of it, you've never really attempted to swim, though you've been told that it is similar to momentum drills in zero g training. With your cogitators combing your memory banks for swimming instructions, your flesh brain happily follows the scantly clad server as she leads you to the suite your officers occupy. With alcohol tainting your flesh brain, you find your eyes repeatedly drawn to your guide's shapely... bronzed... stationary... stationary? Attention snapping back to your guide's face, you swear by the Omnissiah that her cheeks are- Oh, you've arrived! Quickly smiling and thanking your guide, you open the door to your modest suite.

Modest. Yes, modest. Perhaps for some extravagant noble that consumes food prepared over decades by enslaved eldar and drinks only of those slave's bottled tears. Momentarily dumbfounded by the luxury of the room, you fail to notice your officers lounging beside a private beach until Athe calls for another round of drinks. Weaving your way past frivilous, opulent decorations, you arrive in time to find your XO and Master-at-Arms sporting slightly-less revealing clothing than their red-faced server, while Advi and Teris laugh at the woman's reaction. The four raise their glasses high before Julin loudly offers a purpose to their toast. "To poor Quein and the skin he'll be missing today!"

>cont

Informing the red-faced server to bring a fifth drink, you claim a cushioned seat at Athe's side. Your officers are quick to agree to your proposed swimming attempt, though Athe reluctantly seizes the returning server to aid in demonstrating proper swimming technique to her audience. Soon after, Julin and Athe have yourself and their fellows dressed in similarly scant clothing, calling the minimal clothing 'bathing suits'. Noting that Advi too is confused by this term, you question the need to bath while wearing a suit. Laughter is your response from Athe and Julin, while Teris simply chuckles before explaining that the clothing maintains your decency while swimming, further confusing both yourself and Advi.

Several hours later, you bask in the setting sunlight with your officers among the disgarded, uncomfortable 'bathing suits'. You doubt that you'll ever understand how your server can remain in such a contraption for so long, though you've studied the movements of her limbs in an attempt to learn her secret. As the sun vanishes below the planet's horizon, your crew hurries toward the warmth of heated showers and then clothing in preparation for an evening meal.

>actions for night time?
>officer loyalty and morale improved! (except Quein)
>if i'm auto-banned, I'll force someone to inform you all.
>I -did- take far too long for this update due to distractions, though.

>actions for night time?

Might as well call in that night that Athe owes us. And booze was provided, right?

>>18555682

>ignore nighttime beach episode shenanigans, acquire night with athe

Hah.

>>18555633
>>18555612
Perhaps a drinking contest is in order with the meatbags, er, fellow guests on the yacht.

We must prove that the flesh is weak!

>>18555633
So we're drunk as fuck, have no sense of modesty, and we're on a yacht full of lecherous space pirates?

Just let the evening's festivities take us where they may. What could possibly go wrong?

>>18555737

you have been drinking specially made drinks, designed to overwhelm your potentia coil's ability to quickly convert alcohol to energy. You would be battling Magos Taylor and Advi in a drinking contest with the ship.

>>18555707
my creativity is reversly proportional to the amont of time that has passed since the last time I slept.

this reminds me, I haven't been to /u/ in a month+
*goes to /u/*
this reminds me, I haven't been to /u/ because I get bored of it in 38-54 seconds.

>>18555820
Ninjas

>>18555820
I seem to remember the Eldar saying something like that once.

>>18555841
>I get bored of it in 38-54 seconds
That's oddly specific, comrade...

consensus seems to be "DRINKING CONTEST"

FIVE D100 rolls!

low is good, folks.

rolled 18 = 18

>>18556004
Let's not call in Athe's wager.

rolled 73 = 73

Chug!

>>18556004

and roll order doesn't matter. they'll be arranged lowest-highest and then compared. (you also get a slight bonus due to potentia coil)

rolled 41 = 41

>>18556004
...and another.

rolled 30 = 30

>>18555973
And, yet it is completely unrelated to what you think it's related to.

It's the amount of time I need to realize that there is no LoL thread going on atm, thus denying me my cheap laughs.

>>18556004
rolling for drinking contest

rolled 13 = 13

>>18556023
Third roll.

>those rolls

>>18556020
seconding this, the longer we hold it over her, the more worried she'll get

>>18556054
Female admech version of NPH? Oh Emprah...

>>18555825
We really need to get one of those bloodstream enhancements, for GLORIOUS NANOTECH CHEATING AT DRINKING GAME.

>>18556020
Agreed.

The evening meal proceeds to forever ruin lesser meals, the flavors and textures driving your flesh brain to a near giddy state. Returning to the beach-side table, your officers politely force your servers to join in the final event of the night: a drinking contest! The table soon sports a healthy supply of alcohol, with a special bottle for Advi and yourself to compensate for your increased ability to process alcohol. Teris is the first to yield, her chin soon resting upon the table as she struggles to remain awake to view the contest's end. Next to yield is Advi, her mechadendrites wavering about her drunkenly. Again you prepare to face down Athe in a contest, though your attempts to stare her down are brought low by the presence of quickly drunk serving girls on both Athe and Julin's laps.

Several rounds pass before Athe's confidence fades and she admits defeat, the drunken woman upon her lap clearly disappointed by your XO's loss. Julin's soft smile conceals the drinking machine contained within her belly as she attempts to disarm you with a seductive wink. No, wait, she was just blinking. You think. Your flesh brain and cogitators clash as your cogitators attempt to convince your body that the world is spinning. As your cogitators recalibrate to your drunken state, your flesh brain plasteels itself with determination to defeat Julin in single combat. Or perhaps just enough to claim that drunken server and have her apply the Omnissiah's oils and unguents to your mechadendrites and cyber mantle. Lost in a series of strange thoughts, your flesh brain barely registers the next two rounds until Julin begins to slowly drift side to side. With the table, and Athe, and the rest of the world... the table feels delightfully cool against your flushed face.

>cont.

Your dreams are silent that night, your eyes locked upon dark forms that move in the Omnissiah's divine, fluid motions. Greedily you study the motions, your hands and mechadendrites running along muscle groups as they contract and relax in a coordination that seems impossible. Slowly the chaos clears as you locate each muscle's anchoring points, your finger tips gliding along contracting muscles as your mechadendrites trace the relaxing pair. There is a strange beauty to the the weak flesh that techpriests shun, though the form of the flesh is still one of the Omnissiah's creations. All too soon your fragmented dream ends as darkness overtakes your senses again.

>Knowledge of augmentation has increased!

The next morning you find yourself in a tangled mess of sheets, Athe and one of the servers from the previous day entwined nearby in blissful sleep. Confused, you recover your robe and sombrero from nearby and exit the room. Perhaps you've awoken early enough to catch a planet's sunrise. With luck, you find a third server waiting with a glass of squeezed fruit juice. Greedily consuming the delicious drink, you settle down in the pre-dawn to watch your first sunrise. As the star's rays crest over the horizon, you note a small sailing ship in the distance. And another. And another. And another...

>cont.

Your strained flesh brain and cogitators think nothing of the closing quartet of ships until the sun is well clear of the horizon and you notice that the sails aren't connected to any sort of hull. Almost as if they're hovering. Your spine tingles as the server hurries over to your side. "Where are my bags? I require my weapons."

>Thats it, folks!
>usual ~20min Q&A
>obligatory beach episode: complete!
>Next thread on Thursday @ 7:30 PM EST

>>18556694
Fuuuu-

I don't suppose they're just here for the party, are they?

>>18556694
great thread, I need to sleep, like now

also, goddamn dark eldar

>>18556694
AT LAST, A CHANCE TO ACQUIRE XENOTECH!
...Wait...

>>18556705

Raiding Party!

>>18556694
Fuck yeah, a chance to acquire an Eldar! We do still have bridge positions to fill.

>>18556659
You know you're an AdMech when you end up in a drunken threesome and it serves as an opportunity to study human muscle structure...

And let's hope that fancy plasma pistol we found still works properly.

>>18556750
On balance, I'd rather acquire a Craftworld Eldar than a Dark Elder. Or an Exodite. Or Harlequin. Or Ranger. Or Raider. Or any other type at all, really. Hell, I'd rather acquire an Or- actually, given spores, maybe not. Still, the point stands.

Though, I do wonder what Taylor knows about making Servitors...

>>18556750

Dark Eldar bridge crew?

what could possibly go wrong with that plan?

>>18556892
Nothing at all.

It's not like having to check everything we eat or drink for poison is a big deal, or anything.