>>30020961

Keep watch. Last thing we need is to be summarily executed in the second post.

>>30020961

>Keep watch

No need to shit on some other poor bastard. We're all tired, we all want to sleep. It'll be my turn soon.

>>30020961
>>Keep Watch, if the captain catches you slacking he'll have your head - and you don't even want to think about the Commissar

>>30020961
Keep watch. Better to be tired for the Emperor, than nap for yourself.

>>30020961
Keep watch.
Focus.
Aler-- zzz
FUCK.
Stay alert, fucker.

>>30020961
Check your gear while you keep watch.

>>30020961
>Fifteen Hours: The Quest.
I can dig it.

>Keep watch.

>>30020961
keep watch. For now.

>>30020961
Looking forward to this.
>Keep watch

>Keep watch

You let Abbott sleep. He and Atkinson are fresh to the squad, they'll adjust to your little slice of hell soon enough. No need to foist it on either of them.

The shelling continues. You check your gear. You flak vest fits as well as it ever has, though the uniform is sodden. Your las rifle is covered in mud. You take a moment to clear the end of the barrel - you don't know how the damn thing works, but it's probably best that you keep the business end out of the dirt.

Out in the muck, you spot an oddity. Shadows, where there were none before. Unfamiliar figures stretching across the expanse with long, dangerous points protruding from the figments.

Your eyes trace the shadows to their silhouettes. The light is brief, and visibility is further hampered by the rain, but it looks like the greenskins are making another sortie.

>Wake the squad, can't be too careful
>Let them come closer, not much makes it across the scarred land - you'll wake the squad if it's serious enough

>>30021283
>>Wake the squad

>>30021283
Forgot trip
Also, >Other is always an option. Just forgot to add that, too.

>>30021283
Wake the squad, fast

>>30021283

Wake the sarge. Get his opinion on the situation too. If he thinks it's prudent, he'll wake the others.

>>30021283
If there's hostile activity out there, yeah, better wake the squad up.

>>30021283
>Wake the squad

We gotta get that Guardsman of the week award! I hear it comes with a free* mug!

>>30021283

Seems perfectly safe. Take a nap.

>>30021283
Alert squad, a thing happening.

>>30021283
>Wake the squad
Better have the rooks ready if there's action.

>>30021283
Wake the squad, we can't be too careful.
The few extra shots we get befor the orks reach is might be the difference between life and death

>>30021618
You mean, between temporary glory and eternal glory.
Read your primer, soldier.

We won't be able to serve the emperor as a corpse...

>>30021283
>Wake the squad
Don't wanna risk it.

Better safe than sorry, or so your Da always said.

You drive you shoulder into Abbott. The loss of balance jerks him awake, he just barely catches himself on the lip of the trench.

"The fuck, Marcus!"

You grab his rifle and shove it into the boy's arms. "Greenskins. You go get Atkinson and Paul, I'll find Heinlein and the watchdog." You jog off, leaving a confused and terrified private standing in the dark.

-----

Heinlein is in the same place as always - hunkered over his fold-out table in the dugout, where he can read and do paperwork without worrying too much about rain. The commissar is against the far wall, wrapped in several layers of blankets and resting on that absurdly large pillow of his.

Adalberht always was one for his comforts.

The captain looks up at the sound of your boots slapping the drier packed earth. "Smith. It's your watch, if I'm not mistaken."

You straighten up. "Yes sir," you answer, "Greenskins sighted. Still a ways out, but closing fast. Abbott is fetching Atkinson and MacDowel." By now, the commissar is awake, and looking none too happy about that fact.

Heinlein nods. "Very well. I'll radio it in, though I'm sure the rest of the line is well aware by now. We'll meet you at the line in five."

You take that as a dismissal and leave the dugout.

-----

>Just a little too long, 2 posts
>[1/2]

>>30021675
Even a man who has nothing can still offer his life

>>30021825

You find the other three members of your undermanned squad at the trench. Abbott nervousely gripping his rifle and readjusting the holster for his las pistol. Atkinson, the other rookie, has already affixed his bayonet - too eager for a bloody battle, that one.

Paul, on the other hand, stands idle. He's the oldest man in the squad - older than the captain, even. The heavy flamer on his back is primed and ready and he knows it, no need to expend extra effort or attention making sure. His eyes are fixed on the oncoming tide.

And a tide it is. Not like the probes of the last few months, a veritable sea of dark figures is approaching the line. The artillery thins them, but it's like blow sand from a beach. The thin, red foam sprays and settles on the oncoming waves of green. The rumble of feet and engines drowns out the sound of bursting shells, even.

For the first time in a long time, you know terror.

>[2/2]
>Captain and commissar will be here momentarily, what do you do in the mean time

>>30021851
>Also, you estimate the Greenskins to be ~800 meters out, if that impacts your decision

>>30021834
But we have a lasgun, and death for these xenos filth

>>30021851
Smoke a cigarette, contemplate death.

>>30021894
This seems like the most reasonable thing to do.

Inform the rooks to hold fire until the greenskin comes within the 150 mark.

No sense wasting the Emperors ammo

>>30021851
Pray to the emperor and prepare our weapons, also check our inventory

>>30021851
words of encouragement to the rookies

>>30021851
Pray to the big E, hopefully will encourage the rookies

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>>30021894
>>30021943
>reasonable

>>30021851

>>30021894
>Light a cig.

>>30021995
"All right lads, aim straight and true. Time to make The Emperor proud boys."

>>30021851
A few words of encouragement for the rookies never hurt.

>>30021851
Find cover, fire lasrifle at greenskins
Note: If given other orders by commander, disregard my suggestion and follow orders.

FOR THE EMPRAH.

Remember to praise the Emprah before firing, btw.

>>30022096
>>30022290
These Xenos probably think they can beat us,
They probably think they're stronger than us
They probably think we'll just run the minute they reach us
I think we should show them what humanity is made of!

Rolled 23

PRAISE THE EMPEROR, FOR WE ARE HIS ARM IN BATTLE, AND THE EMPEROR SHALL SWEEP AWAY THESE XENOS FILTH. USING HIS ARMS. WHICH IS US. EMPEROR!

>>30022360
>implying that we, Guardsman #1019938827, are capable of giving inspirational speeches, or have a desire to do so
>implying it isn't the Captain's job anyway

>>30022290

"Don't cock this one up, lads. Stay low, don't shoot unless you're sure to hit, and keep fuckin' quiet. Emperor protects those that don't act dumb.

>>30022361
WE ARE THE IMPERIAL GUARD, WE ARE THE HAMMER OF THE EMPEROR.

Rolled 69

>>30022422
No wonder the dice roll was so low. My bad.

PRAISE THE EMPEROR, FOR WE ARE HIS HAMMER, AND THE EMPEROR SHALL SMASH THESE XENO FILTH. USING HIS HAMMER. WHICH IS US. EMPEROR!

You do what any man would do, looking death in face.

You pulled out two lho-sticks and motion to Paul. The large man looks at your offering and grins. He swings the flamer around to face you. You light the deathsticks on the pilot and hand one off before taking a deep, relaxing drag on your own.

It's a good way to calm the nerves.

Your two rookies aren't doing so well. Abbott looks like he's ready to piss himself, if he hasn't already. Atkinson is very nearly the opposite - he looks like he's seriously considering a one-man bayonet charge.

"Joey, sit your ass down. You couldn't hit a mob with a frag the way you're itching," you place one hand on Thomas' shoulder, "and you need to stop your shivering. Pray to the Emperor, and don't waste his ammo." You lean in, "when things get hairy, stay close. I'll see you through."

He nods. It's a white lie - when the orks get close, everything goes to hell. But it's a reassuring one.

Speaking of, you've got three spare batteries for your own lasgun on you, and another two for your pistol. The four frag grenades hanging from your belt finish off your gear which is of any use - though you've got a bayonet and a trench knife if things get too close.

And, of course, your entrenchment tool.

The commissar finally shows, in that absurd hat of his. He's got his bolt pistol in one hand, and the chainsword at his hip remains in easy reach. He casts an appraising glare over the four of you, lingering just a moment longer on Abbott. "Strength is the Emperor's gift," he intones, "let it bolster you in this hour. Trust in it, and it will see you this trial," he narrows his eyes, once more boring holes into the shaken rookie, "and should you squander that gift, I will see to it that you return it - personally."

Captain Heinlein steps out of the darkness. "More harm than good, Adalberht."

The commissar scoffs.

The captain approaches the line. "Almost in range. Get ready to fire."

>Roll 1d100 for shooting

Rolled 9

>>30022476

Emperor guide my aim.

Rolled 35

>>30022476

>>30022395
>implying we aren't faithful.
>implying we're a lazy coward.
Do you even pray, heretic?

Rolled 31

>>30022476
Praise nobylan

Rolled 56

>>30022476
EMPEROR GUIDE MY SHOT

We're not going to live through this, are we?

Rolled 94

>>30022476

Rolled 20

>>30022476

>>30022515
>>30022530
>>30022547
Your faith is weak. Writing.

Rolled 89

>>30022476
FOR THE EMPEROR

>>30022476
>in that absurd hat of his
HERESY

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lob your power cells and get paul to roast them, exploding in the face of the encroaching orks

pic related

>>30022515
>>30022530
>>30022547

Well. We're a shit shot. Maybe we're good with our knives and shovel?

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Rolled 3

>>30022559

Rolled 90

>>30022587
>expend all our ammo instantly
>kill maybe 10-20 orks
>die horribly after

This is... THE GREATEST IDEA EVER! FOR THE EMPRAH!

Check your laspack out of instinct and put out the stim stick you were smoking already.

What? if we were playing a w40k thing, then aren't low numbers better?

What the hell OP you tryin to trick us you tzeentchian scum?

dice+d100

>>30022725

I was hoping for roll-under too, like in DH/OW. But it's OPs quest, and OPs system. Even if the system is heretical.

Aim small miss small

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>>30022793
>>30022725

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Rolled 51

>>30022476

>Look to your front.
>Mark your target when it comes.
>Look to your front

>6, 35, 31

You squint, sighting down your lasgun. Cursing you bump up the rim of your helmet, which had begun to dip - it never did fit quite right. The action showers droplets in your face, blurring your view. You swipe the back of your hand across face. The effort is almost meaningless, given how soaked you already are.

You wait. Just a little closer.

They pass the rock.

All down the line, thousands of guardsmen fire their lasguns. You can't trace your own shot, lost in the volley, but you get the feeling that it was a poor one - fouled as it was.

Atkinson does worse - bad enough that you can pick it out above the others. Unless he was -trying- to take on a copter with a lasgun. You hope he isn't that stupid.

The captain and commissar both, armed as they are with pistols, hold their fire. Paul stand silently beside you, flamer ready.

The front of the Ork lines crumble, and then disappear under the boots of the encroaching horde.

There's time for one more action before the lines close.

>Keep firing your lasgun
>Grenades
>Other

Rolled 94

Getting twitchy

Rolled 99

>>30022860
GRENADES! WE DON'T HAVE TO AIM WITH GRENADES!

Rolled 11

>>30022860
Keep firing, together with a warcry, if that's not too heretical.

Rolled 54

>>30022860
Grenades!
FOR THE EMPEROR

Rolled 51

>>30022860
Keep firing assholes!

Rolled 35

>>30022860
Grenades. If not now, then when?

>>30022860

>Keep firing

Exhale. Steady hand. They're closer now. Save the grenades for later.

I wish to use these rolls: >>30022884 or >>30022869

Other, a slug kicks up a huge amount of dirt right in your face.

Rolled 81

>>30022860
Def. grenades

Stop rolling, idiots. Wasting good rolls before QM's even called for one.

>>30022860
"Do not stop firing, if we stop we die, no question."

>>30022942
>wasting good rolls
>implying rolls are not just luck

>>30022942
>implying he didn't just forget

Because one shooting action needs a roll, but the next doesn't. Right.

Rolled 76, 63, 15, 34, 24, 55, 18, 69, 93, 82, 19, 11, 54, 73, 22, 10, 100, 38, 53, 55, 52, 17, 9, 74, 25 = 1141

>>30022942

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Rolled 58

>>30022860
>Steady lads
>Do up your tunic! Who do you think you are man?

>>30022942
I assumed shooting always require rolls

Rolled 1

>Grenades
>>30022884
>>30022898
>>30022906
>>30022939

>Keep firing
>>30022895
>>30022903
>>30022907
>>30022961

>Other
>>30022915

1 = Grenades
2 = Shooting

Either way, roll 1d100 in response to this post.

I ask specifically when it's time to roll, for various reasons. Mostly to avoid ambiguity.

Rolled 81

>>30023044
Whelp we're dumb

GRENADES FOR REAL THIS TIME, EMPEROR GUIDE MY ARM

Rolled 34

>>30023044
welp

Rolled 5

>>30023044

Rolled 32

>>30023044

Rolled 54

>>30023044
Nades it is then.
Here's hoping we don't fuck up too bad.

Rolled 63

>>30023044

Rolled 20

>>30023044
...

Rolled 31

>>30023044
4daempr

>>30023061
>>30023062
See this is what happens
When you don't fucking ask the emperor for guidance

A proper roll:
>>30023058

Rolled 23

>>30023044
>>30023062
>>30023061
Fuck you op...

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>>30023103
ill call for blood for you know who next time, my bad

Fire fire fire.

>81, 34, 5

You pull a grenade from your belt. The charge on your position is still looking strong - time to soften them up. Depress the handle, pull the pin, count to three...

One...

Two...

Three...

An overhand toss send it careening, bouncing, and rolling into the orks' midst. It disappears. For a second, nothing happens.

And then an explosions. Light blooms, and red mist and meaty viscera fly. The front of the ork advance stumbles, knocked off balance and unable to correct their own momentum.

Paul's flamer gushes out, a terrifyingly large cone of liquid death and pain. The smell of charred greenskin reaches you only a moment after the howls of agony cut out. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Abbott stop firing long enough to empty his stomach.

The captain's plasma pistol, an heirloom you're told, flashes. Evenly spaced shots, each one placed just-so. Each shot taking down the biggest, toughest ork in sight, melting away his face or half his chest.

The commissar is less restrained. He empties his own pistol as fast as he can fire and draws his chainsword at first opportunity.

The lines close.

Atkinson, who has held himself back long enough, leaps from the trench and spears a gretchin on the end of his rifle.

You haven't time to curse the fool, though. A burning choppa careens out of the wall of fire, straight at you, it rider screaming in a frenzy.

>Roll to dodge

Rolled 43

>>30023415
DODGE!

Rolled 51

>>30023415
Praise the emp-
no. Tzeentch.

Rolled 35

>>30023415
Oh shit!

Rolled 21

>>30023415
DODGE

LOW ROLLS ARE HERESY

Rolled 29

>>30023476
>>30023469
>>30023451
Good job lads we beat /tg/'s average.

>>30023476
>>30023469
>>30023451
For the Emprah's sake...

Rolled 69

>>30023516
This is what happens when you PRAISE THE EMPRAH GUIDE MY DICE.

>>30023451
>>30023469
>>30023476
>Best 1 of 3
>51
>Bottom 12% of the curve
It's okay, in the Imperium life is cheap. We're not done yet.

>43, 51, 35

You are Thomas Atkinson, and you are a hero. Or you will be, once you kill enough greenskins.

You kick the gretchin you've impaled from your weapon, the serrated based of the bayonet pulling the guts out on the way. It's a strong smell, blood and bile. But not an unfamiliar one - you gutted enough hive gangers back home to be acquainted.

Intense heat whooshes over you, nearly toppling you in its wake. You spin around just in time to see corporal Smith get pasted by a choppa. The wreck slides into the rear of trench and -crunches-. You don't think Marcus is getting up from that one.

The rider - a stormboy, if you remember correctly - pulls himself free, minus an arm.

He shakes off his disorientation and looks around, before setting sights on Thomas.

>?

>>30023755
Charge, for the emperor!

>>30023755
Our bayonet is already affixed!! For the emprah!! Charge!

>>30023755
Bellow at the Greenskin.
Raise Bayonet to throat level.
Charge.

Charge wildly.

>>30023794
>>30023830
>>30023877
>>30023898
Roll for me.
Emperor guide you.

Rolled 18

>>30023909
The Emperor protects.

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Rolled 88

>>30023909

Rolled 91

>>30023909

Rolled 91

>>30023909
Emperor preserve us.

Rolled 44

>>30023909
FOR THE EMPORAH!

Rolled 97

Yaaaaaahhhhhhh

Rolled 66

>>30023909
>>30023922
Well, the Emperor is displeased.

Rolling for the GLORY OF KHORNE!

>>30023922
STOP FUCKING ROLLIN DEAR EMPRAH

>18, 88, 91

Thomas, your childhood friend. Thomas, who took a slug for when you were just kids. Thomas, who joined the guard not because of conscription or pride, but to keep you company.

That greenskin is going to kill Thomas.

You drive the butt of your rifle into the face of an encroaching grot and use the elbow room to set yourself. Screaming an invocation to the Emperor, you charge.

The Ork brings his slugga around, alerted by your caterwauling. You fought big men before, back in the hive. He's not fast enough. They're never fast enough.

You're under his guard in an instant. The first thrust of your bayonet take him in the armpit. You feel it sink into muscle and scrape against bone. A quick -twist- and the satisfying crunch and friction of severed tendons and ligaments resonates through the weapon.

You withdraw the spear as his arm goes slack, numb and useless fingers dropping the makeshift handcannon. The ork looses a howl of rage and throws his head forward, intending to crush you with whatever limbs he has left.

Sidestep, and swipe. Your blade flicks across his throat. The giant collapses face-first. You don't waste any time driving the blade into the back of his neck, putting him down for good.

Thomas looks at you, horrified. But there's still a war going on, and you've got precious little time to comfort him.

The commissar is out in the fray, chainsword cleaving through flesh and metal. A massive ork wielding a powerclaw stomps towards him.

Heinlein and MacDowel are fighting back to back, the heavy man roasting entire mobs of the slavering xenos while the captain handles any that get past his guard.

You can barely hear Adelberhts exultations to the Emperor over the roar of battle.

>What do you do next

>>30024379
Help the commisar out. Fuck that Ork up!

Going to go do some dishes, will be back shortly

>>30024379
Aid the Commisar.

>>30024379
See how the giant ork likes las beams to the face!

>>30024379
Charge the ork that's going after the Comissar

>>30024379

put thomas up! back to back HOLD THE FUCKING LINE!!!

Charge the ork. He is no match for our emperor sanctioned bayonet

>>30024557
Shoot the commissar in the back because he gave you latrine duty for 3 shifts last month. It was deserved, but damnit, now is the perfect time to take revenge.

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>>30024697

Back, sorry for the wait.
Writing.

You grab Thomas and point him in the direction of Paul and the captain. "Over there. They know what they're doing, they'll keep you safe."

He tightens his grip. You see his knuckles go white. "That's what Marcus said."

It hurts, but you don't have time to talk this over with him. You give him a light push and take off at a sprint for the commissar.

The bastion of Imperial purity remains steadfast, refusing to give ground to the towering xenos. Adelberht knows he can't take the force behind the power claw directly, so he parries - time and again turning a skull-shattering blow into a near miss. But he's tiring, and the servos driving the ork's fist will last longer than he will.

You spray few shots while you run. A few even hit home, though the ork shrugs them off. It's enough of a distraction, however, for Adelberht to land a telling blow to the knee, chainsword sawing through armor and flesh.

>Roll 1d100 for your charge

Rolled 100

>>30025153

Rolled 63

>>30025153
HERE I COME

Rolled 76

>>30025206
Well shit, Wrenloft. Good job.

>>30025206
FOR THE EMPEROR

>>30025206
The Emperor really likes it when you stab things.

>>30025206
Now that's a furious charge.

>>30025206
THE EMPEROROR GUIDES OUR BLADE

>100, 63, --
>CRITICAL

Your blood pumps, your body tingles. You charge the mass of muscle, armor, and chaos - the stain on the Imperium, threatening to kill your commissar, the very symbol of steadfast morals. The barrier protecting Man from corruption and cowardice.

The Emperor's gaze falls on you. You feel it in your heart, lending you strength. Resolve. Your love for him, your trust and devotion, fills you, enabling you to soar.

With a mighty leap, you fly toward the xenos' unarmored torso. He swings his power claw, a deadly blur of sharp edges and murderous intent.

But with a -clang-, it stops mid swing! Adelberht, until now conserving himself with a flighty, dancing engagement, take the attack head on. Two hands bracing his sword, you can hear it whirr and crack under the strain.

Your boots land in the ork's chest, and your bayonet -thrusts- upward. It skitters for a moment along the underside of his steel jaw before catching on the seam where flesh and metal meld. You drive it home, slamming it up to the muzzle in ork-flesh.

Not content, you lay on the trigger. The singe of roasting meat assails you. The gushing blood slows and stops, burned closes. The giant wavers, and then topples backwards. You ride him all the way down.

The Commissar stares at you, dumbfounded by your display of bravado.

>?
>Shit, man. What a roll.

>>30025746
"You owe me one, sir."

>>30025746
Scream FOR THE EMPEROR and start trying to murder more orcs, what the fuck else is there to do? Incidentally check if any of said orcs are near what's left of our squad.

>>30025773
Nigga you want to die?

Cut the big ork's head off, hold it by its' orkish hair, and use it as a flail

>>30025801
this

>>30025746
Quick thanks and back into the breach. Emporer guide the 101st, Creed and Cadia!

>>30025746
scream I WANNA BE A SPEES MUHREEN and charge the ork horde

Rolled 81

>>30025746

"I think that pillow of yours would make for a mighty fine repayment, Commissar!"

>>30025937
>asking anything from a Commisar. Ever.

It's like you want to be Blammed.

>>30025937
>>30025773
you are going to be shot

>>30025958

By the Emperor's Grace I saved his loyal Commissar. He'd better recognize.

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>>30025773
>>30025842
>>30025937
>>30025958
>>30025980

>>30025801
This.

>>30026043
Where's Thomas?

>>30026043

Once the Commissar's back is turned search for Thomas.

>Fucking, part of the text didn't paste.

fter a moment, the Commissar finds his voice. "Stop standing around, private. There are more xenos to purge," a moments pause, "and that was good work, by the Emperor."

You nod, beaming despite yourself at the praise. "Thank you, sir."

"Don't get cocky, boy. It was still a damned fool thing to to do, and I'll put a bolt in your head if you pull something like that when we're in formation."

Paul and the captain have joined up with what looks to be another squad, they've taken cover behind an upturned trukk.

The Commissar motions you to follow him, "come on, you've gotten enough hero's glory for one battle - we'll be more effective once we rejoin the troops."

You realize, however, that Thomas is not with them.

>>30026043
>cont.?

>>30026094
you lost the a at the start and thats it hahahah

>>30026100
>arglrg

Truly, I cannot into copy-paste.

That's a decisions point. Rejoin your squad or look for Thomas being the obvious two.

>>30026043
Follow the guy who is your superior officer and just gave you an order, and keep an eye out for Thomas. Or whoever killed Thomas, because revenge.

>>30026094
"Where's Thomas?"

>>30026141
>look for Thomas

>>30026141

>Look for Thomas

But not for too long. He wouldn't want us to separate from the squad.

>>30026141
Ask the commissar for permission, otherwise rejoin the line. Gotta secure a foothold for the priests and medics.

>>30026141
Thomas. Come up with some excuse to why hrs vital to the ear

>>30026221
*war
Fookin touchscreen

>>30026141
Go with the superior officer, look for Thomas on the way.

Don't REMIND the guy who KILLS STRAGGLERS that your friend might be hiding. This is dumb.

Instead, look for him as you follow the commissar, or short of that look for whoever might've killed him. And try to avenge him, because revenge is allowed.

>>30026314
yeah okay, let's do that

You suppress the urge to go looking. The Commissar would probably turn around and blast your head off if you did.

"Sir. I don't see private Abbott."

The Commissar glances around, "you're right. But you know what we do see?" He grabs you by the back of your jacket and jerks you forward. "I see a sea of green filth trying to kill the Emperor-blessed men brave enough to stand and fight, or unlucky enough to not have martyred themselves yet."

Cowed by the reminder, you follow along. It's easy enough between the two of you, the battle has reached its peak. Pitched engagements on both sides distract from a lone soldier or two dashing past.

You don't see Thomas among the dead, though. Maybe he's joined up with another squad. Or... maybe he did run away.

The captain welcomes the both of you. "Glad you two made it," he thumbs over his shoulder to two guardsmen keeping overwatch, "Jason and Memphis, from the 432nd. Rest of their squad got taken down by a flight of kopters."

A blast of heat sears the air between you. You stumble back, narrowly missing being singed. You see to your left a group of six Orks, bloody and beaten but still standing. Their faces twist up in a mixture of anger and glee.

The Commissar growls, chainsaw revving. "Burners."

"Dun' git so wurk'd up, 'umie. Ah can feel yer blud boilin' frum 'ere."

>Things are trying to kill you with terrifying liquid projectors of death
>What do you do?
>Ork speak is difficult, sorry if I messed that up

>>30026610

No words, shoot the nearest burner tank.

>>30026610
shoot them all and then try to find thomas

>>30026610

Throw another grenade

>>30026610
Open fire whilst putting some distance between us and them

>>30026610
Shoot them. Stay the fuck away from them.

>>30026649
>>30026650
>>30026654
>>30026666
Roll for me.

Rolled 64

>>30026610

Throw grenade at the center of the group

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Rolled 93

>>30026726

Rolled 23

>>30026726
I'll roll for you OP- kun~

Rolled 71

>>30026726
o-okay

FOR THE EMPRAH

Rolled 10

>>30026726
Aw shit, we gonna get burned

Rolled 14

>>30026726

Rolled 43, 90, 44, 31, 72 = 280

Also, rolling for allies.

Rolled 14

>>30026726

Shootin...

>>30026778
Alright, who was the asshole who rolled the 31?

Rolled 90

>>30026807
The Commissar

Rolled 16

>>30026738

Seconding this.

>>30026819
God damn it, Adalberht, you homosexual. When your gun explodes in your face we're going to take your pillow.

Rolled 92

>>30026867
Oh fuck, I'm laughing like a heretical piece of shit.

>>30026867

I wonder how many guardsmen could fit on that thing.

>>30026950
After they got cremated by ork flamers, lots.

>64, 93, 23

Another wave of fire jets towards your position. You leap out of the way just in time - but the Commissar is less lucky. His arm is caught alight, and he spends a few frantic moments attempting to set himself out before he manages to strip the burning coat off.

You roll into a shooting position and manage to place a series of las fire in the chest of the offending ork, downing him. Captain Heinlein leaps into cover behind the remains of a choppa and fires his plasma pistol. The plasma catches a fuel canister of one of the rear orks, and he vanishes in an inferno of howls and agony.

Paul's less lucky. His flamer spews a think mist of fire before drizzling. The big man curses, you think you hear him utter some very heretical things about machine spirits.

Jason catches a spout of flame to the face. He's dead before he hits the ground. Incensed at the loss of his last squadmate, Memphis pulls a frag grenade from his belt and lobs it - it's just wide, but the explosion ruptures one canister and blows the side open on another ork. The latter is still stubbornly moving.

You dive under another spray, putting the upturned bed of the trukk between you and the xenos. You exchange the battery in your las gun.

The Commissar is crawling towards you, one arm savagely burned. Paul, Memphis, and the captain have all taken cover.

Three orks still standing.

>?

>>30027081
Grenade

>>30027081
>a think mist of fire

>a -thin- mist of fire

>>30027081
Save the Commissar's ass.

>>30027081
Grenades!

>>30027081
GRENADE OUT
once they're all dead we should help the commissar.

you sit that commissar against something solid, so he stays upright while he continues to blast orks with his one good hand before you do the same

Rolled 41

>>30027081
Save the commisar,
Then grenade

>>30027149
Start lobbing those grenades

Rolled 40

>>30027081

The Commissar has clearly lost the Emperor's blessing. Take his hat.

>>30027081
Save the Commissar, dammit. He might be a shitty, pompous asshole, but he's OUR shitty, pompous asshole!

>>30027230

Lol, the commissar still has one good arm and both legs.

He doesn't need our help.

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someday commissar, someday soon that pillow will be ours...

Would you like to combine Grenades and Commissar for a nominal check penalty?

>>30027311
yes.

>>30027311
sure

>>30027311
No, fuck the Commissar, he can still crawl.

We lob the grenades.

>>30027311
Fuck no. The commissar still has an arm, he can fend for himself.

Rolled 99

>>30027311

yup.

>>30027081
Request temporary usage of the commisars bolt pistol and pray that the high explosive bolt rounds aid in detonating the foul xenos burnas

>>30027350
DAMMIT ANON

WE CAN'T ROLL YET

WHY

WHY DID YOU DO THAT

>>30027311
Nah. Commissar knows how to stop, drop, and roll, but if those Orks don't die now he won't get a chance.

Rolled 1

>>30027350
The goods have spoken

>>30027350
>>30027434

What is happening?

Alright, priority on grenades over the Commissar.
At least, that seems to be majority. You keep splitting almost-evenly.

Roll for me.

>>30027434
indeed you will die a slow painful death

Rolled 90

>>30027482
FOR THE EMPRAH!

>>30027469
/tg/ plans, and the dice laugh.

Rolled 38

>>30027482
FOR THE IMPERIUM

Rolled 27

>>30027482

Rolled 52

>>30027482

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>>30027469

Rolled 23

>>30027482

FOR CHAOS!

Rolled 57, 20, 99, 88 = 264

Allies.

Rolled 12

>>30027562
>that 20
Shit commissar, get it together.

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>>30027600
He is nothing without his pillow.
We must retrieve it.

>>30027562
>dat 99 tho

Some orkz are gonna get roasted

>>30027703
I was seriously disappointed when google search turned up nothing for a space marine pillow

>>30027703
How do we know the Commissar has a pillow?

>>30027761
read the thread m8

>letting the Commissar die
You are all a pack of fucking heretics.

>>30027787
We're not letting him die

He is letting himself die by rolling poorly

Rolled 42

>>30021825
>>30027761
It's over there. I just searched for it myself because my memory is shit.

>>30027787
He'll be fine. He'd agree with our choice.

>>30027787
Can't kill the commissar if they're all dead.
I think he will appreciate our line of thinking

>>30027787
>not murdering xenos scum at every opportunity
Our lives are worth nothing, except in service to the Emperor.

Rolled 6

>>30027806
>We reach out and clasp his hand
>Tug him into cover
>Seared arm comes off easily like a tender chicken leg gets peeled off a roasted chicken

>>30027787
> abandoning Thomas
Ain't irony a bitch?
dibs on his boots.

>>30027867
Made a legitimate noise of disgust, good job anon 10/10 would experience in the grimdarkness of the near future

>90, 38, 27

The symbol of the Imperium is on the ground, crawling through the mud churned red by battle. You want to go to him, but you remember his words.

Don't be foolish.

You steel your heart and ready a grenade. A glance, to remind yourself of the ork's positions. They've been joined by a small band of gretchin.

You count, and throw. The gout of propellant which narrowly misses your face is enough incentive to keep your head down, to resist the urge to check and see if you were on-target. Besides, the explosion, accompanying burst of pressurized fluid, and high-pitched squeals of pained greenskins is enough to tell you the damage.

In the gulf left by the absence of raucous, crazed laughter, you make to retrieve your Commissar. He reaches out an arm to you, and you take his hand and -pull- -

- but a slug slams into the side of his skull. Red and pink spray you, and something thicker than bloody spatters across the rocks.

The other unfamiliar guardsman suffers similarly. His cover was poor to begin with, and the hail of slugs and flame wash over him. You note that the smells is different, when it's human flesh that's burning. Charbroiled greenskin is an almost heady aroma, but your fellow man... it's cloying. Sickening.

The Captain and Paul are quick to put down the last two burner boys. The gretchin, only just arrived, panic and begin to route.

You send them off in a hail of lasfire.

Once the battle has calmed, Captain Heinlein comes to where you are, standing over the body of Adelberht.

"Chin-up, boy. You tried," Paul offers you a word of encouragement.

The Captain nods. "Putting the death of xenos over him was the right choice."

You don't feel vindicated.

>Look for Thomas
>Wait for orders
>Suggest something
>Other

>>30027867
Almost did.

Rolled 98

>>30027482
GRENADE OUT

>>30028060
>Suggest Something

CHARGE THE XENO SCUM

AVENGE THE COMMISSAR A THOUSANDFOLD

Rolled 31

>>30028060
Wait for orders, only go looking for Thomas if you are given the opportunity

>>30028060
>>Suggest something
Use the corpses to reinforce your defenses.

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>Just realized I didn't post a picture when we switched perspectives

And that somewhere I mixed up names but who gives a fuck, no one noticed.
PLANNING IS HARD.

>>30028060
Wait for orders, contemplate how much trouble you would get in if you looted the commissar's hat.

>>30028060
Light a lho and pray for our asshole superior.

>>30028060
>>Look for Thomas

>>30028060
>Wait for orders
>Smoke

>>30028130
THE BEST QUEST
ON /TG/ RIGHT NOW

>>30028060
Wait for orders, look for an opportunity to rummage through the late commissars pockets.

>>30028129
use grenades on the corpses to turn them into mines. (pull the pin and place the body on top so the latch cant release)

also find us that pillow. I would sell my soul to the chaos gods for that pillow
if this pillow doesn't lead us down the path of chaos

>>30028246
You're sure you want another man's body pillow?

>>30028246
>Offhandedly include Commissar having a body pillow because why not
>small obsession forms over it
Goddammit /tg/

You guys are all over the place, but I'll see what I can do. They're not entirely mutually exclusive, so smashing them together is doable.
Writing.

>>30028060
Loot commissar's body for his sweet commissar swag.

It's okay because it's for the emperor or something.

>>30028060
Get the Commisar's pistol, and offer his chainsword to the captain.

>>30028060
Requisition the bolt pistol and chainsword. Such valuable and iconic symbols of the imperium should never.be left in the mud.

After this await orders from your seargent

>>30028310
Grab his gun and sword

Rolled 24

>>30028060
>Suggest something

If I could, sir, I would like to take the Commissar's hat and pillow.

Rolling for Charm, Diplomacy, etc

>>30028307
Gotta take what the Guard can give

Maybe we can see if we can scrounge something better than a las gun

>>30028385
>take the Comissar's hat
BLAM

>>30028307
I bet there's a bloody hellgun or something hidden in it.

>small obsession forms
>obsession draws our thoughts from the emperors glory
>pillow slowly gathers small following of worshipers
>pillow gradually ascends into demon prince of chaos undivided

commissioning art on the subject

>>30028060
Loot the bodies?
Loot the bodies.
The human bodies.
No xeno looting. Could be construed as heresy, and the commisar could be faking it.

>FIND THOMAS
>TAKE CHAINSWORD

Not necessarily in that order.

>>30028388
Dude, lasguns are awesome. No moving parts to jam, no recoil, no bullet drop or windage, and you can recharge it by throwing it into a fire. It's more durable than an AK-47, and more accurate than any sniper autogun. For a bunch of conscripts whose supply line literally runs through hell, there can be no better weapon.

>>30028480
Oh god

>we take the commissar's body pillow
>survive the war
>years later, retired on a forgeworld
>cuddling body pillow
>door gets kicked in
>it's fucking Adalberht

"N-No! NO! I WATCHED YOU DIE!"

BLAM

>>30028495
Indeed. It is a bitch trying to make sure things get to the right unit on time in this world. Multiply that by 1,000. That isn't even how bad it is.

>>30028480
>and the commisar could be faking it.
Faking a shot to the head to route out heresy, now that's one hell of a commissar.

>>30028517
I think I just pee'd a little

>>30028495
Yes its great if your assigned to logistics. Still something with some more oompf will help us survive the next 15 mins. Then we can go back to trusty las.

>>30028336
Also nab his dogtags an officer from the schola progenium should have his sacrifice remembered.
(plus if we get questioned as to why were carrying officers equipment, we have an explanation)

>>30028540
That's why all of the Imperium's military tech is so weirdly primitive. The primary design requirement is "Being able to make spare parts by banging scrap metal into roughly the right shape with a wrench."

A brief, dark thought overtakes your mind. As though the Warp had encroached upon your conscious and blotted out the light of the Emperor.

You could... take the hat.

Your hand twitches. Your arm begins to raise. You reach out -

The Captain grunts. You freeze. "Don't blame you, better than that shitty las rifle they issue you," he gestures, "don't let me stop you - this is a battlefield."

You come to your senses. Disregarding how disrespectful to a dead servant of the Emperor it is, what would you want with a hat dripping gore and half-melted by flamers, anyway?

But you do grab the bolt pistol and its ammunition. The chainsword, sadly, is fractured and broken - you remember his blocking a power claw head-on.

There's little else of note on his person. Nothing that wouldn't get you shot for touching, anyway.

When you stand, you see the Captain and Paul looking skyward. You follow their gaze and see streak of vapor following metal teardrops, raining down from the sky.

Paul breaks the silence. "That's damned strange."

"Astartes deployment isn't our concern," the Captain replies. "The greenskins are." He turns to you, "Commissar is dead. I'm not too fond of their attitude, but they're effective at what they do and I'm not about to gain-say them. But I'm loathe to leave a man behind. What say we go find your friend?"

>Request permission to kill xenos instead, Thomas is dead or gone, no point looking for him now
>Look for Thomas (where?)

>Acquired: Bolt pistol!
>Acquired: enough ammunition that I don't care to track it!

>>30028666
>>Look for Thomas (where?)
where did you last see him?

>>30028666
look for thomas. He might not have been killed...yet.

>>30028693
You last saw him in the trench, after you killed the ork rider that pasted Marcus (the initial character).

You told him to join Paul and Heinlein. He apparently did not.

>>30028666
>look for Thomas
he might have found something cool that you can take off his corpse

>>30028728
ok, the spot between the trench and Paul's position. Search any available pathway

>>30028666
Look for Tommy among the dead around where you last saw him. Be sure to make a bunch of noise so he knows you're looking.

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>>30028666
Ask Captain if we can take the god damned hat, for.. you know.. honor and stuff.

>>30028728
Well then we're gonna have to fuckin' find him!

>>30028728
He is probably cowering in the trenches, go get his ass.

>>30028666
>Look for Thomas
Query Paul and Heinlein.

>>30028666
Captains a cool dude. Look for Thomas, but not to the extent that it would endanger us or our comrades

>>30028771
HUR HUR HUR

>>30028666
Take the commisars dogtags so that we can explain away having a bolt pistol. We can also claim his dying bequeathment of his sweet sweet body pillow.
Look for Thomas, more soldiers with us=more chance of survival

>>30028796
Alright, alright. You swipe the damned hat. Its his symbol of office or whatever, you're just looking after it.

You also take his dog tags/whatever they use for identification in 40K I'm entirely unfamiliar with the universe and have been frantically scanning a wiki this entire time.

We're doing a short perspective change while Thomas carries out the search.
I thought you guys would roll poorly enough to die horribly one-by-one, but Joseph has proved to be really lucky. I guess it's Not-So-Expendable Quest.

Writing.

Take everything on him. Impersonate him. Become him.