>>32002078
Oh man. I was just about to go to sleep too.

>>32002097
But I'd rather not now just to add.

>>32002078

"Lookin' pretty good for a dead man," Vincent remarks, looking you over. "Think I could see what we'll be workin' with? I'll go easy on ya, I swear."

Well, that was unexpected. The slip up after Alpha Squad comes to mind, but now that you've gotten real food in you you're actually starting to feel like yourself again. Maybe you're ready enough to at least get some early training in?

>I think I'll hold off for now, let things heal a bit more.
>Shooting contest.
>Sword practice.
>Obstacle run.
>Good old fashion sparing match.

>>32002150
>Shooting contest.

We probably still have some stiches so Something light for a start would be good. Atleast we know we are good at shooting since our shot saved our new boss.

>>32002229
>stiches
*Stitches

I can't into English.

>>32002150
>Good old fashion sparing match.
As long as we get Alpha team up here to start a betting pool first.

>>32002150
>Good old fashion sparing match.
Real contest for real men. Could we even consider any other option?

>>32002416

By all means. I was just throwing out the basics and forgot to add the Other option.

>>32002150
>Good old fashion sparing match.

Some fisticuffs seem like a nice idea to warm up to!

>>32002287
Good one. Might as well show the troopers how its done.

>>32002433
I meant it in a 'I really hope you guys don't vote for something else' kind of way, but good to know write ins are alright.

>>32002150
>Other
Squat contest!

Rolled 88

>>32002519
Personally I was bit concerned of our recovery and that we might want to adjust to our new leg, but I suppose having a knuckle match will help us learn and gauge our condition the best.

>>32002150

"Let's keep to something simple," You suggest. "Sparing match?"

"I don't thi-" Christina begins, her expression tell how much she agrees with this idea.

"Perfect!" Vincent grins, giving a nod before glancing over his shoulder. Already, a pair of armsmen are racing toward the elevator. "We'll have a crowd soon enough. Let's give'em a show."

True to his word, it's not long at all before a sizable crowd of security and crew are gathered. You and Vincent are soon standing in a sparing ring, both of you stripped down to your undershirt and pants. You note, with approval, that Alpha is in the crowd and excitedly talking with the others. You also spot, with less pleasant feelings, of Christina quickly speaking into her vox. Then, as if feeling you stare, looks on and gives you a smile that basically says 'if you're going to do this, get on with it.'

"Alright, Mikkey boy," Vincent grunts, taking a stance. "Let's see whatcha got."

>Roll a 1d20

Rolled 17

>>32002668
HAHAHA NAT 1! TIME FOR OUR LEG TO ASSASSINATE US!

Rolled 17

>>32002668

Rolled 12

>>32002668

Rolled 5

>>32002668
I'm thinking
>>32002689
>>32002703
is probably good enough.

>>32002668

For now, at least, Vincent allows you to make the first move, eagerly signaling you forward and getting the crowd riled up.

Falling into a fighters stance similar to the Commander's, you take several quick steps forward to begin. Your new leg actually manages to keep up, if not outdo, your fleshier counterpart, allowing you to most fast enough to surprise the both of you.

However, while Vincent is taken aback you push the advantage and lay into the man with a series of quick hits. Though fueled by the crowd and adrenaline, you're still sloppier than you'd like. Even so, you manage to pull off a feinted high punch shortly after and force Vincent to duck into your awaiting (organic) knee. The blow seems to come as much a surprise to the Commander as it does the crowd, as they fall silent when he takes a few steps backwards.

"Well, alright then," Vincent chuckles darkly. "Play time."

>1d20. First three count.

Rolled 3

>>32002901

Rolled 8

>>32002901

Rolled 12

>>32002901

Rolled 13

>>32002901
Welp, looks like we don't do too well this time. Should have thrown knives instead.

>>32002901

Rather than coming straight at you, Vincent begins to circle around you like a hunter on its pray. Then, just like that, he lunges and you're on the defense. Almost as soon as he does the crowd is cheering again, though for you you're too occupied to find out.

You credit yourself on being better than most without a weapon, but Vincent seems to float about you as if he were light as a feather. His attacks come often, but most not even hard enough to leave a bruise. Seeing an opening, you take a heavy swing-

-and hit nothing but air and overstepping yourself.

Before you can move a boot slams into your backside and you stumble forward, just barely managing to keep from toppling over. Whipping back around, Vincent sports a confident grin.

"One to one," He announces. "First to three hits win?"

>You're on.
>Last man standing.

>1d20. You know the drill.

Rolled 3

>>32003056

>>32003056
Nah, final round wins the game. I don't want to spend forever sparring tonight.

Rolled 8

>>32003056

Rolled 20

>>32003056

>>32003056
>you're on

Rolled 7

>>32003056

>>32003175
Nice.

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>>32003175

>>32003056
>>You're on.

>You're on
just got out of the med bay no need to go back thare in just a few hours

>>32003056

"You're o-" You don't even get to fully answer before he's on you again. Again, his sheer speed leaves you almost dazed as he jumps from side to side. You find yourself losing ground fast, and some idiot decided barriers were a stupid idea for an elevated platform. You keep nearing the edge, just managing to keep yourself covered.

Then the Commander leaps into the air, bringing his leg around in a dramatic kick to knock you offstage.

And you grab it, stopping the hit wholesale.

Vincent has just enough time to widen his eyes before you drag him forward, setting him off-foot before sending him careening backwards. He falls hard on his ass, but scrambles to his feet almost immediately. For a moment his expression darkens, but then he simply begins laughing.

>Say something/taunt him?
>No need to waste your breath.

>Rollin'

>>32003383
>No need to waste your breath.
Taunting this kind of guy dose not work that well best save your breath

Rolled 19

>>32003412
opps frogot

Rolled 4

>>32003383
>No need

Rolled 18

>>32003383

Rolled 10

>>32003383
>Say something/taunt him?
Say he got too overconfident

>>32003383
>No need to waste your breath.
He seems like a pretty cool dude. Best not antagonize him.

>>32003383
>No need to waste your breath.

>>32003383
>No need to waste your breath.
although if
>taunt
wins go with something like "sorry i'm so sloppy haven't quite recovered yet.'

>>32003383

The crowd is doing all the cheering (and jeering) for you, so instead you concentrate on simply fighting. Having been set back twice, Vincent seems to have taken a much more cautious plan of dealing with you.

Again, you circle one another, each looking for a sign of weakness in the other. And then, when Vincent seems ready to strike, you beat him to the punch.

You're fighting style isn't flashy, nor sporting some honored name or tradition. It's merely the basic techniques you were taught in basic, tweaked by experience and pragmatism.

You move quickly to back Vincent into a corner, not allowing him room to move or escape. The Commander seems to understand almost immediately, but his face shows nothing more than simple determination.

However, you're starting to lose steam fast, so you decide to end things quickly and bluntly. The same way you handle most situations, really.

Shoving into him, you force the Commander almost clear off the arena. Then, as he struggles to remain upright, he succeeds... and leans right back into your awaiting finger, poking him in the chest. The crowd goes quiet for a moment, shocked, and then explodes into even louder cheers for their newest victor. Vincent, meanwhile, simply gives his typical grin.

"Alright, so you know your stuff," He admits. "Best not let it go to your head, though."

>I managed to take you, didn't I?
>I never do.
>Thanks for the match. We'll have to do this again sometime.
>Other?

>>32003700
>Thanks for the match. We'll have to do this again sometime.
Shake his hand.

>>32003700
>Thanks for the match. We'll have to do this again sometime.

More practice make perfect.

>Thanks for the match. We'll have to do this again sometime, Also sorry for being so sloppy just got out of the med bay i will be shure to do better next time

>>32003746
this but with correct spelling

>>32003700
>Thanks for the match. We'll have to do this again sometime.

>>32003700
>I never do.
Painting picture of rational officer who is above pity things like wining or losing an game seems good to me.

>>32003700
I never do.

>>32003700
>Thanks for the match. We'll have to do this again sometime

>>32003700
>I never do
>Thanks for the match

>>32003700

You extend a hand and the two of you shake, Vincent looking you over with a new-found respect for you.

"Thanks for the match," You say. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

"Count on it," Vincent nods. "If I can't keep putting the fear of the Emperor into the recruits I'll be out a job."

With that both of you step down from the arena to the awaiting crowd. Almost immediately you're assaulted by a jumble of and praises. Roxie is among the few you recognize, slapping your shoulder and leaning into your ear.

"You just made us a lot of money," She chuckles, and sure enough, you spy Gabriel and Dominic nearby collecting winnings from several sour-faced crew.

>I'll be expecting a cut.
>Damn fine work, there, Sergeant.
>I'll send you my hospital bill.
>Other?

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>>32003807
>rational officer
>above petty things
>/tg/

>Damn fine work, there, Sergeant

>>32003936
>Damn fine work, there, Sergeant.

Good to see that you paid attention.

>>32003936
>I'll be expecting a cut.
Need cash for a present for our fav Tech-priestess.

>>32003936
>Damn fine work, there, Sergeant.

>>32003936
>I'll be expecting a cut.

Gotta get dosh, and we did win the fight after all.

>>32004010
We'll need to get creative on this one...

>>32003936

"Damn fine work there, Sergeant," You tell her, and she brightens at the compliment.

"Just following your orders, sir," She smiles, giving a lazy salute before leaving back to help her goons. Though your initial impression of the girl was not the best, she may not be so bad after all.

Meanwhile, there are several dozen awestruck armsmen and crewman ready to ask you several questions, as well as gush over their new hero. Christina, meanwhile, looks on from a distance, sitting atop an ammo crate and chatting with Melodi.

>Stay for a bit and enjoy the attention.
>Uh oh. Best go get back to the Inquisitor.

>>32004263
>>Uh oh. Best go get back to the Inquisitor.

>>32004263
>Uh oh. Best go get back to the Inquisitor.

{Fear Intensifies}

>>32004112
U wouldn't have any STC fragments laying around?

>>32004263
>Uh oh. Best go get back to the Inquisitor.

>>32004263
>Uh oh. Best go get back to the Inquisitor
lets hope thare not to far into plotting awere demise

>>32004112
>>32004282
What if we recover our old leg and give it to her as a present? Tech-priests like tech stuff, right?

>>32004263
>Uh oh. Best go get back to the Inquisitor.
Duty calls.

>>32004263
>Uh oh. Best go get back to the Inquisitor

>>32004316
Might be too late for that. Buuuuuttttt, on the bright side, this gives us an oppotunity to thank her again for the leg.

>>32004316
Them techies like Archeotech. Vintage stuff. Shame that you can't usually buy something like that on guardsmans salary

>>32004263

...uh oh.

Though going back into the ring with Vincent sounds preferable, you decide to just get it over with. You take a moment to retrieve your shirt and look a bit more presentable, then stride over to the pair as calmly and quickly as you can.

Both women turn to face you as you grow closer. Melodi's face is one of both amusement and annoyance, while Christina is much harder to read. Sighing, the Inquisitor simply stands and gives you a once-over before crossing her arms.

"So," She begins, a bit too calm for your liking. "What part did you find most difficult to understand, Lieutenant?"

"I could have sworn I told you to take things easy," Melodi adds, frowning.

>No excuses, ma'am's. I'm sorry.
>What? Didn't like the show?
>I'm not dead, and neither is he. No permanent harm done.
>Other?

>>32004576
>No excuses, ma'am's. I'm sorry.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit

>No excuses, ma'am's. I'm sorry.

>>32004385
>>32004471
Ok, had a think.

We probably won't be able to get anything technical that she won't be able to get herself.

However... Imperial star ships. They're big with a capital B, and they're invariably chocka' block filled with interesting technologly, much of which isn't on record. So here's the plan.

We get chummy with some of the lower forms of life on the ship, people with access to the guts of the place, see if someone knows about anything of interest. Maybe there's some secrets about the vessal... We either find something to give or find something to show?

>>32004576
>>No excuses, ma'am's. I'm sorry.

>>32004576
>>What? Didn't like the show?

>>32004576
>other
"I did what seemed necessary to boost morale, ma'am's."

>>32004576
>No excuses, ma'am's. I'm sorry.
>Other

Also, thanks again for the new leg, Melodi! It moves just like my flesh one when I still had it.

>>32004691
We should hold responsibility of our actions, instead of apologizing for our decisions.

>>32004621
Inquisotorial ship is bound to have plenty of secrets. Most of them deadly. On that note its bound to be good stuff though.

>>32004576

Though you feel that the fight did more good than anything else, you know when to cut your losses. Especially when it involves an Inquisitor. Any kind of rebuke dies before it forms, and instead you settle into a parade rest and await judgement.

"No excuses, ma'am's," You tell them. "I'm sorry."

Your answer seems to catch both women off guard, seemingly causing them to retract from whatever lecture they had planned. You take small comfort in that, at least.

"Yeah, well," Melodi scowls. "At least wait until your bits have stopped creaking before trying anything else like that again."

"Agreed," Christina nods. "I'm glad you understand the problem, and I hope this means you'll try and refrain from making the same mistake twice. I called Melodi up just in case Vincent accidentally hurt you."

"Though now it looks like HE'S the one in need of a medic," The Techpriest notes with a smirk, but it quickly vanishes with a glance from the Inquisitor.

"All the same, I hope you're quite finished," Christina continues onward. "If you can refrain from any more duels, you can meet the last on our list and be shown to your quarters."

>Lead on, ma'am.
>No promises.
>Are you joining us, Melodi?

>>32004912
>>Are you joining us, Melodi?

>>32004912
>Lead on, ma'am.
makes me wonder what would happen if we lost that fight

>>32004912
>Are you joining us, Melodi?

>>32004912
>Lead on, ma'am.

>>32004912
>>Are you joining us, Melodi?

>>32004912
>Are you joining us, Melodi?
Might as well ask her to come along.

>>32004912

"Lead on, ma'am," You nod, back to being the dutiful soldier.

Pleased, Christina turns and begins heading for the elevator. And then you think of something.

"Are you joining us, Melodi?" You ask the Techpriest, who seemed content to watch the crowd from her perch on the crate. At your question she seems surprised, but not overly so, giving the question a bit too much thought before smiling and nodding.

"Sure, why not?" She agrees, hopping off and falling into step with you. Christina gives no objection, only shaking her head as you leave. "So who do we have left?"

"Captain Delmar," Christina answers, and at that Melodi lets out an odd laugh.

"Oh, good," She says. "I was hoping to see his face when they met."

As you three board the elevator, it begins to rise and you find yourself curious.

>Something wrong with him?
>Wait and see for yourself.

>>32004912
>Are you joining us Melodi?
Deflect, deflect!

>Wait and see for yourself.
we are allready going to see him so might as well keep quite and try not to get the Inquisitors bad side

>>32005197
>Wait and see for yourself.
We can wait few moments, can`t we?

>>32005197
>>Something wrong with him?

>>32005197
>>Wait and see for yourself.
Let's not ruin their surprise by asking.

>>32005197
>Do I know him? Is that a fake name or something?

>>32005197
>Wait and see for yourself.

>>32005197
>Something wrong?

>>32005197

The way they're acting makes you suspicious, but so far no one you've met has been particularly outlandish. Chances are it's just an attempt to get back at you for spoiling their fun scolding you.

"The Antebellum, for all intents and purposes, is a Rogue Trader's ship," Christina explains as you wait. "It allows us easy travel options, and her firepower means we can handle most trouble. Or keep it at bay long enough to escape."

"Plus, it's got crew accommodations you'd NEVER see on a Navy rig," Melodi adds. "Fancy carpets and rugs are one thing, but it's something else entirely when your ship has pools. Plural!."

"And she's not referring to motor ones, either," Christina chuckles as the elevator comes to a halt, giving a cheerful chime before opening its doors.

They open to reveal the bridge; a hive of activity with crew constantly moving about. You find yourself standing on some sort of observation platform, able to see below to a small city of operators at their stations. That, however, only catches your eye for a moment.

Standing near a base of stairs leading up to the captain's chair is the most ridiculous looking man you've ever seen.

While everyone else sports the same black and gold fatigues or armor, he's dressed solely in a golden robe and cloak that gives off an obnoxious shine. His hair and forked beard are an odd shade of green, matching his eyes and most of the jewelry on his fingers and ears. When he sees the three of you he smiles wide, though it lacks the gems you were half-expecting.

"Lady Massey!" He calls, his accent odd and completely unknown to you. "And Lady Coyle, welcome!"

He greets each woman in turn with flourish, bowing and kissing their hand. Christina rolls her eyes, while Melodi laughs.

"It's been a while, Mr. Delmar," Melodi says.

"Too long, my sweet," He smiles before setting his eyes on you. "Oh, but what's this? A new face, not yet known to me? Come closer, my friend, and tell me your name!"

>Your response?

Guardsman Michael Dunkin Pleasure to meet you Captain

>>32005935
second

>>32005812
>Lt. Dunkin, bodyguard.

This is a Captain we're talking to, we remain professional regardless of how chummy he is.

>>32005812
Just stare for a few seconds. Wonder to self just how much that cloak would cost. Enough to buy Mike his own personal Leman Russ.

>>32005935
second

>>32005812
You are THE most shiniest man I have ever met

This post
>>32005935
Followed by this post
>>32006213

>>32006213
Heh, do it.

>>32006040
This.

>>32005812

You decide against getting any closer, not really wanting to get in trouble for socking the captain if he tries to kiss you too. Instead you rely on the ever-faithful professional role you use when meeting important people.

"Guardsman Michael Dunkin," You say, nodding your greeting. "Pleasure to meet you, captain."

"Guardsman?" He asks, turning back to Christina with confusion. "A lowly guardsman demands your attention, Lady Massey?"

"Lieutenant, actually, and my freshly made bodyguard," She says, giving you an odd look. "He's responsible for seeing me back here in one piece."

At this Delmar changes right back to the friendly host, eyes going wide as he quickly approaches you. You get ready to punch when he instead takes your hand and shakes it vigorously with both of his.

"My friend, you have my deepest thanks!" He smiles wide. "When she reported her peril, my heart lept to my throat. I wanted nothing more than to rush down to her aid!"

"But of course you did no such thing," Christina seems all to eager to point out.

"Ah, Lady Massey," Delmar sighs, clearly distraught. "If I left, who would command the ship in my absence? I trust no man with my Antebellum but myself!"

As if remembering you, he turns back to you in a twirl of gold.

"Speaking of which!" He points a dramatic finger at you. "What do you have to say?"

Unblinking, you reply without hesitation.

"You are THE most shiniest man I have ever met." You say.

Melodi covers her mouth to muffle her giggles, but more or less fails. Even Christina fails to mask a surprised laugh at you, as well as Delmar's expression. The captain gapes at you a moment before flashing you a grin and striking a pose.

"My name is Blanco Delmar, renown explorer and adventure seeker!" He announces like a cheesy holodrama. "And I was actually referring to my Antebellum. Quite a sight, isn't she?"

>I've seen better
>She's certainly... something.
>Blows a troop ship right out of the water.
>Other?

>Blows a troop ship right out of the water
Never seen a better ship in all my life sir
also would had included rank but i fregot what rank we were so just went with guardsman

>>32006574
>Blows a troop ship right out of the water.

>>32006574
>Blows a troop ship right out of the water.

>>32006574
>>Blows a troop ship right out of the water.

>>32006574
>Blows a troop ship right out of the water.

>>32006574
I'm so tempted to call him a scrub and git gud for not having A beard made of pure gold.

>You should be proud captain. I've never seen a finer ship.

>>32006574
>blows a troop ship right out the water

>>32006745
this.

>>32006574

You pause to inspect your surroundings, though you already have a fairly good idea of what kind of ship you'll be staying on. After looking like you're giving the question serious thought you give your answer.

"Blows a troop ship right out of the water," You answer, much to his delight.

"But of course!" Delmar scoffs, looking around him. "You think I would stand to suffer through such barren living conditions? Never! Blanco Delmar does not settle!"

As if an afterthought he looks back to you.

"Anything that happens on this ship, I know about, no matter who or what it is. Of course, I am also a man of discretion," He says, utterly serious, in his current costume. "Since you will be protecting Lady Massey, I will do better than most in my services. If you ever require anything, simply ask me, and I shall do whatever is needed to make it so. All I ask in return is that you die when she requires it. A fair deal, no?"

>Test out his promise and request something. (Try not to go too crazy)
>Don't worry, captain. I'll look after her.

>>32006981
>>Don't worry, captain. I'll look after her.

>Don't worry, captain. I'll look after her.

>>32006981
>Don't worry, captain. I'll look after her.

>>32006981
I want to go with that request option but I can't think of much apart from something involving his old comrades.

>>32006981

The thought of acquiring almost anything you want sounds enticing, to say the least. Too bad for you you're a simple soldier, and with the promise of a good rifle and set of armor already done, you can't really come up with anything else you might need. Instead, you just shake your head.

"Don't worry, captain," You assure him. "I'll look after her."

"I do not doubt it, my friend," Delmar gives you a knowing smile. "I can see it in your eyes. You have a debt to pay, much like myself. Now, though, I must bid you farewell. Lady Massey and I have things to discuss."

"Indeed we do," The Inquisitor nods before facing you. "This is where our tour ends and your career begins. If I could make one final suggestion, though; see to the armory for a carapace fitting. You'll be needing it soon enough. Melodi will take over from here and show you to your quarters without trouble. Isn't that right?"

"I think I can handle him," Melodi smirks, mechadendrite firing off a spark of electricity.

"As of now you have the remainder of the day to do as you wish. Just refrain from anymore incidents and you'll find this business to be quite enjoyable," Christina tells you, and with that she and the captain bid their farewells.

Melodi watches them go with a happy smile before turning to you.

"So, what is it?" She asks. "To the armory, or to your new home?"

>I think I'd like to see my new toys.
>It's been a long day. I think I'll call it here.

Op, when are we going to play again?

>>32007448
>>I think I'd like to see my new toys.

>>32007448
>I think I'd like to see my new toys.
this.

>>32007448
>>I think I'd like to see my new toys.

>>32007448
>I think I'd like to see my new toys.
oh lets see what shinys the kind Inquisitor have gifted us

>>32007464
(I'd like to say I'll be here tomorrow as well, but I usually need a day to catch up on sleep after running late. The best I can say is that I'll try and shoot for tomorrow as well, but no promises)

>>32007448

The thought of seeing your new gear is too much to pass up. You're not too worn out, even after the match, so you see no need to turn in so soon.

"I think I'd like to see my new toys," You tell her.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Melodi says, quickly signaling you back to the elevator. "To tell you the truth, I would too. They don't let me into the armory often, so you give me a good excuse."

The buzz of activity from the bridge goes muffled as the elevator doors close shut behind you. Once more you begin to descend, but you notice something off. Though trying to act natural, Melodi is clearly trying to come up with something to make smallness with, but is coming up blank.

>Wait patiently.
>Help her out. (How so?)

>>32007854
>Help her out
>A Throne for your thoughts?

>>32007854
so how did you guys get into the captains favor?

>>32007854
>Help her out. (How so?)
If you don't mind my saying so, you seem quite bubbly for a tech priest. Not that I'm complaining, but other cog boys I've met are "No Fun, not ever" kind of guys.

>>32008077
ok changing my vote from >>32007919 to this

>>32008077
Second

>>32007854
So do you know anyone who can teach me advanced medical treatment? If i'm going to be a bodyguard I should probably know it.

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After you help me with my armor, mind coming to my room to help with adjustments?

>>32007854

You're perfectly fine with the silence, but you soon decide that you could lend her a hand. Yawning casually, you look over and raise a brow.

"A throne for your thoughts?" You prompt, much to her surprise. Still, she recovers much faster than before and instead gives you a sheepish smile.

"Oh, it's nothing," She gives a resigned sigh. "I'm just... not very good with people. Sewing them up? Sure. Prolonged conversations? Eh, not so much."

"I see," You give a contemplative nod. "Then how did you come into the captains favor?"

"Him?" Melodi chuckles. "Mr. Delmar isn't what you'd call 'normal', though I guess you already figured that one out yourself. Pretty early on, Chrissy and I were looking after these xeno artifacts that had gone missing. Nothing fancy; just some broken statues. Or, well, so we thought. Turns out they were pumped full of warp energy, and nearly turned the entire ship into a house of horrors."

Melodi shudders as the elevator comes to a stop, but she continues even as you disembark.

"Lucky for us, a liberal amount of psyker powers and heavy firepower banished the stuff they summoned, and kept Delmar and his crew from becoming lunch. I hadn't been part of the fighting, but I heard it was really something."

You pass a handful of patrols on your way, who either ignore you completely or offer a passing greeting to the tech-priest. Melodi returns in kind, but always in a flustered, wary manner. Then, just as you think of saying something, you round a corner and find the entrance to the armory. The blast doors are sealed tight, but Melodi bounces over to a nearby terminal and keys a button.

"What?" An irritated voice asks through static.

"Lieutenant Dunkin, reporting for gear requisition," Melodi replies in a formal tone.

"You sure don't sound like a Dunkin," The voice chuckles.

"...escorted by Enginseer Coyle," Melodi grumbles.

"Uh huh."

After a moment the doors rumble and begin to open with a hiss.

(Cont.)

>>32008501

Inside, you find an impressive array of weaponry and armor lining the walls and resting on tables or inside open containers. Inside are a number of techpriests and armsmen, either performing routine maintenance or some similar task.

A man approaches you, the majority of his body replaced by augmentations. At first you take him for a techpriest, or a servitor, but then you notice the Man-at-Arms rank on his uniform.

"Mel," The man greets your companion with professional courtesy before turning to you. "Now what-or who- have you dragged in here now?"

>Let Melodi introduce you.
>Michael Dunkin. I'm new.
>LT Dunkin. Lady Massey's new bodyguard.
>Other?

>>32008647
>>Let Melodi introduce you.

>>32008647
>LT Dunkin. Lady Massey's new bodyguard.

I smell a HellGun

>>32008647
>>LT Dunkin. Lady Massey's new bodyguard.

>>32008647
>>Michael Dunkin. I'm new.

>>32008647
>LT Dunkin. Lady Massey's new bodyguard.

>LT Dunkin. Lady Massey's new bodyguard

>>32008647
>>LT Dunkin. Lady Massey's new bodyguard.
"I don't think my longLas rifle was saved along with me, was it?"

>>32008647
uh.... he already knows who we are i mean
>"Lieutenant Dunkin, reporting for gear requisition," Melodi replies in a formal tone.

"You sure don't sound like a Dunkin," The voice chuckles.

"...escorted by Enginseer Coyle," Melodi grumbles.

>>32008647

Straightening, you offer the man a salute.

"Lieutenant Dunkin. Lady Massey's new bodyguard." You introduce yourself.

"Ah," The man says, realization donning. "She told me you'd be down sooner or later. Came to see what you could get your hands on, did you?"

"The thought came to mind," You admit with a shrug and a smile. "But what about my old gear? My Long-las and the rest?"

"They never brought in the rifle, but I still got your other stuff locked away," He grunts. "Was planning on using it all for spare parts, and got the ok from her. Want to look it over for something to keep, or move on to the good stuff?"

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Sorry guys, but as >>32008910 points out I kinda goofed, and I'm still kinda off from last night, so I think I'll call it here. I can stay for a minute or two to answer any questions, though, if you have any.

>>32008988
Nice, I caught this just in time for the end. Fun read so far.
I'm still new to role-playing so do you have a rules for combat or other things for this adventure I can get to read?

>>32009135

I'm afraid I don't have any rules to lend you. I just use the typical 1d20, higher is better rule. I thought about using the DH system, but decided that might be a bit too complicated for me as well as the players.

>>32009207
Ok, well hopefully I'll be able to catch the thread (if there is one, no need to push yourself) tomorrow. I'll just read the 40k wiki for the other stuff right now.

>>32008988
"Damn I modded the fuck outta that thing too, well that's the way of the guard,right? I'd still like to look at my old stuff though, a lot of it was modded to keep me alive longer, I'd hate to do all that over again."