>>32038685
Straightening, you offer the man a salute.

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

"I thought I heard Tony say he was letting you in," The man says, pausing to look you over before continuing. "She told me you'd be down sooner or later. The name's Cachino, and this is my armory. Break anything and I break you. On that note, I'm guessing you came down here to see what you could get your hands on, didn't you?"

"The thought did come to mind," You admit with a shrug and a smile. "But what about my old gear? My Long-las and the rest? Did any of it survive?"

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

>Put it all to good use. Time for upgrades.
>It saved me one last time. I guess... pay respects?

>>32038726
>It saved me one last time. I guess... pay respects?
Farewell the machine spirits and then lets go SHOPPING!

wheres all the anons at?

>>32038726
>>It saved me one last time. I guess... pay respects?

>>32038726
>It saved me one last time. I guess... pay respects?
Randomly checked your twitter saw this, yay.

>>32038726
>>It saved me one last time. I guess... pay respects?

>Save it for later and have a prostitute wear it then pretend to have sex with the mashie spirit of your old equipment.

>>32038726
(Sorry about this. The site went a bit wonky and wouldn't let me post. A great way to start things off, for sure..)

For all the time you cursed, smacked, and repaired your old gear you can't bring yourself to scrapping it without seeing it one last time.

"It saved me one last time," You decide. "I guess... pay respects?"

Cachino seems oddly pleased by this, though considering his own many augmentations you don't doubt his viewpoint by now is more aligned with the Mechanicus than the typical Guard one.

"Fair enough," He says, turning and signaling both of you to follow. As he continues on, Melodi leans over to you.

"He's got more metal in him than I do, by now," She grins. "And I'm responsible for installing most of it, too."

"I think I'll just stick to the leg, if that's ok with you," You answer, much to her amusement.

"Oh, very well," She heaves a dramatic sigh as you follow the sergeant into a back room full of bits and pieces of just about anything vaguely metal. However, it doesn't take you long to find a familiar set of olive flak armor laying on a table near the center of the storage room. With it is your laspistol, the belt and holster it came with, and your old combat knife. However, as you grow closer, Melodi lets out a surprised gasp.

There's a sizable hole in your flak jacket's chest plate, caked with something dark and reddish brown. On a closer examination you find the cut having gone all the way through to the back, and you shudder involuntarily.

"We've been busy," Cachino explains lamely. "Never really got around to cleaning things up."

You turn the armor over in your hands, every dent and scratch looking more profound than the last. Just when you think you can hear something, or someone, in the distance a hand touches your arm and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Mikkey?" Melodi asks, a touch of concern in her tone. "You ok?"

>Never better, Mel.
>I'm alright. Just... remembering things.
>So, this all came outta me, huh?
>Other?

>>32039374
>>I'm alright. Just... remembering things.

>>32039374
>I'm alright. Just... remembering things.

>>32039374
>I'm alright. Just... remembering things.
We are sooo keeping our old knife, as they say, one knife is none and two are one.

>>32039374

With effort you nod and give Melodi a weary smile.

"I'm alright," You assure her. "Just... remembering things."

Her expression is a thoughtful one as she considering saying something, but instead decides to simply return your smile with her own.

"Can I keep the knife?" You ask, deciding to not let yourself dwell on things.

"Eh?" Cachino seems lost for a moment before shrugging. "Don't see why not. May wanna give it a wash sometime, though."

The white and purple ichor staining the weapon actually gives you some small reassurance as you sheath the thing and clip it onto your belt. Now you just need a good set of armor and a rifle.

"Thank you, Sergeant," You tell them man, who once more shrugs off your words with casual ease.

"It's your stuff. No need to thank me for it," He says. "Now, are we done here?"

>Take something else? (Specify, but don't go bonkers)
>No. Let's get to the fun stuff.

>>32039588
>>No. Let's get to the fun stuff.

>>32039588
>>No. Let's get to the fun stuff.

>>32039588
>No. Let's get to the fun stuff.

>>32039588
>No. Let's get to the fun stuff.

>>32039374
Um. A few things.
Cadia fields Shock Troops, not Storm Troopers. Storm Troopers are more of your special forces, "operators" if you will. Shock Troops are your en masse heavy infantry.
Shock Troops don't wear flak armor. They wear carapace armor.
Shock Troops also use hellguns, almost never long-las. In the case of their sergeants, usually a power sabre or chainsword and hellpistol.
That's all I can think of for the moment.

>>32039829
Cadia fields whatever the fuck it wants to and the fluff has had it field weird and wonderful things before.

>>32039894
>Cadia fields whatever the fuck itwants
Hue

>>32039908
This

>>32039829
(...well, shit. Here I was thinking I'd done a fairly good job covering my bases, and then this happens. I could make a defense, but I think >>32039894 sums things up rather well. Still, thanks for the correction. I can at least fix the intro now.

>>32039588

"Lead the way." You tell him, waving the man forward.

With a grunt Cachino leads you both back out into the main armory. You're taken over to a corner seemingly dedicated to armor, sporting all manner of gear that you'd only previously heard of. Though the mirrors on the wall make you scratch your head, you don't give it too much though before you feel someone grab you by the arm and pull it outward. Turning your head, you find an odd sight.

"Arms out," Cachino orders you, measuring tape in his free hand. "Don't move, and for Emperor's sake stand up straight. I hate slouchers."

You look over to Melodi, utterly confused, but she seems a bit too occupied trying not to laugh. Loudly, at least.

>Excuse me, but what the gak are you doing?
>HEY! Hands off!
>Endure it like a proper guardsman.

>>32039937
>Excuse me, but what the gak are you doing?
we've never had a properly fitted piece of gear before

>>32039937
>Excuse me, but what the gak are you doing?

>>32039937
>>Endure it like a proper guardsman.

>>32039937
>Endure it like a proper guardsman.

>>32039937
[x] Endure, and in enduring, grow stronger.

>>32039937
>Endure it like a proper guardsman.
Black, gold, and red please

>>32039894
But if we use the same equipment like the anon said, we'll have a better chance of surviving and killing than with a flashlight and cardboard.

>>32040089
we did plenty fine with what we had before, and now we're getting the best you can reasonably expect an =][= to possess short of powered armor and plasma weapons

>>32040089
Inquisitor said in the previous threads that we are looking at Carapace armour to be part of our gear atleast for now.

>>32039937

You're first instinct is violence, but you manage to fight down the urge and instead endure this oddity in silence. Pausing in his work, Cachino gives you an appreciative nod before continuing his work measuring your limbs.

"Finally, we've got someone that's not a baby," He grumbles. "It's always 'Mr. Alvarez, you're hurting me!'. 'That's too tight!' And my personal favorite, 'Get your hands off me!'"

The mirrors suddenly start making a bit more sense, but that just leads to even more questions.

"Am I getting ready to try on carapace or a suit?" You ask.

"Yes," Cachino answers. "Whatever Lady Massey needs you to wear, she gets me to find or make it. Whether a firefight or a ball, I won't have our people not looking their best."

You shoot Melodi a halfhearted glare when he's not looking, but she only smiles innocently from her perch on a nearby crate. Her mechadendrite offers you a brief wave.

Eventually Cachino seems to have gotten everything he needed, typing several things into a dataslate before sending it off with a servo-skull. Then he turns back to you and hold up a finger.

"Stay here and don't touch anything," He orders you. "I'll know."

With that the man takes his leave, disappearing into another backroom that shuts behind him as he enters. Melodi watches him go as well, before turning back to you with a grin.

"Don't worry one bit," She assures you. "Signore Alvarez has a fine taste for fashion and efficiency."

>No offense, but if its pink, I'm gonna kill him.
>I'll take your word for it.
>Signore?
>Other?

>>32040353
>>No offense, but if its pink, I'm gonna kill him.
First jokingly, then:
>>Signore?

>>32040353
>Other?
Touch everything

>>32040404

this.

>>32040353
>No offense, but if its pink, I'm gonna kill him.

>>32040353
>No offense, but if its pink, I'm gonna kill him.
>Signore?

>>32040424
we should try but not touch everything and see if he notices

>>32040353
>>I'll take your word for it.
>>Signore?

>>32040353

Having spent the past several minute standing stock still, you allow yourself a moment to stretch before inspecting the tables around you.

"No offense, but if its pink, I'm killing him," You joke lightly, then stop and turn to face her, brow raised. "Signore?"

"Cachino comes from a place where everyone talks funny," She explains, watching you move with curiosity. "Besides, if you put a guy back together enough times you're bound to hit it off eventually."

A number of various weapons and other pieces of gear sit scattered about, mainly hellgun parts but also more unique sets. You see the gutted half of a melta gun and run a hand across the barrel, wondering what you could upgrade to after a hellgun.

Then the door behind you hisses open and your hand snatches back. Turning, you see Cachino approaching you with a set of black and gold carapace, with boots and a helmet sitting atop the pile.

With almost paternal-like care he sets it all down on a nearby slab of clean table and takes a step back, watching you expectantly.

>Very nice.
>It's even in my favorite color.
>I'll look after it as best I can.
>Other?

>>32040699
>>It's even in my favorite color.

>>32040699
>I'll look after it as best I can.

>>32040699

>Very nice.
>It's even in my favorite color.
>I'll look after it as best I can.

>>32040699
>Very nice.
>It's even in my favorite color.
>I'll look after it as best I can.

>>32040699
>>Very nice.
>>It's even in my favorite color.
>>I'll look after it as best I can.

>>32040699

You approach the armor and go about carefully inspecting each piece. It's a bit like your old set, but vastly improved. Even he same chest plate angles and visor shape, just like...

This is Cadian-pattern. More importantly, this is Kasrkin armor. A virtual replica of Dan's, albeit with different colors.

Despite the surprise, your many nights at the tarot table allow you to mask it and instead you give an approving nod.

"Very nice," You tell him, flipping over the helmet to peer inside. "It's even in my favorite color."

"A pain in the ass, too, to be last minute," Cachino adds. "But I admit, it's a piece'a work. I suggest you keep it that way."

"Don't you worry, sergeant," You try and assure him, giving him your best smile. "I'll look after it as best I can."

"Well, that's more than I get from most," He grunts. "I'll take it."

You find yourself feeling like a child again getting your Whiteshield gear for the first time. It's not the same as the Kasrkin ceremony, of course, but you'll take it all the same. Just the sheer technical side of the thing- from the advanced vox system to the re-breather and the possibility of a grav-chute- makes your head spin.

>Try it on now? You've never been particularly discreet to begin with, and you've got something on underneath.
>Move on to the weaponry.

>>32040699
>>I'll look after it as best I can.

>>32041041
>Try it on now? You've never been particularly discreet to begin with, and you've got something on underneath

>>32041041
>>Try it on now? You've never been particularly discreet to begin with, and you've got something on underneath.

>>32041041
>Try it on now? You've never been particularly discreet to begin with, and you've got something on underneath.

Might as well.

>>32041041

Ask if anyone minds, then
>Try it on now? You've never been particularly discreet to begin with, and you've got something on underneath.

>>32041041
>Move on to the weaponry.

>>32041041
>Try it on now? You've never been particularly discreet to begin with, and you've got something on underneath.

>>32041041

As you inspect your new gear an intriguing notion strikes you and you turn to the sergeant.

"Do you mind if I try it on?" You ask. "I've got everything covered, before you panic."

The reactions from the two are varying, to say the least. Cachino simply lets out an amused snort and gives you a bemused shrug. Melodi, meanwhile gapes at you like you'd suddenly grown a second head.

"Make it quick," Cachino suggests, but by then you're already working on it.

Your fatigues are neatly put aside and you begin to work on the armor in your skivvies.

As you do all this the Sergeant-at-Arms pulls out another dataslate and begins to tap away it, but Melodi simply covers her face with her mechadendrite.

"Are all guardsman this... forward?" She asks, sounds more than a little uncomfortable.

>Is there a problem, Miss Coyle?
>You don't tend to think about modesty when artillery's involved.
>In the Guard you're taught how to shoot in exchange for anything resembling dignity.
>Other?

>>32041318
>You don't tend to think about modesty when artillery's involved.
>In the Guard you're taught how to shoot in exchange for anything resembling dignity.

>>32041318
>You don't tend to think about modesty when artillery's involved.
>Is there a problem, Miss Coyle?

>>32041318
>Is there a problem, Miss Coyle?
>You don't tend to think about modesty when artillery's involved.

>>32041318
>>Is there a problem, Miss Coyle?
>>You don't tend to think about modesty when artillery's involved.

>>32041318
>In the Guard you're taught how to shoot in exchange for anything resembling dignity.

>>32041318
>You don't tend to think about modesty when artillery's involved.
>In the Guard you're taught how to shoot in exchange for anything resembling dignity.

"Every had to piss in a canteen, while in a moving transport vehicle on a bumpy road, with a squad of sweaty guys crammed together just watching you? This is nothin'."

>>32041318
>>You don't tend to think about modesty when artillery's involved.
>>In the Guard you're taught how to shoot in exchange for anything resembling dignity.

Rolled 13

>>32041411
this, so much

oh please she took us apart and put us together again guaranteed she saw us naked before

>>32041520

"Or how about actin' like tough shit in front of the cute new female medic, only to take some shrapnel in the ass and have her taking off your pants before the first date."

Seeing another naked solider? Ain't nothin'. Still we in our skivvies so we okay, I guess.

We should just make a funny comment.joke: >"The codpiece area is a little tight, think you can make it bigger?"

>tfw you come to a tie on multiple options.
>tfw you have no face.

>>32041318

"In the Guard you're taught how to shoot in exchange for anything resembling dignity," You explain as you dress, voice going slightly muffled as you work your way into your chest piece. "Artillery coming down, the LT shouting to get ready to contacts, you kinda forget to be embarrassed. That's not even the worse moments, either. Imagine, if you will, having to take a piss with nothing but a bumpy chimera, a canteen, and your pals to-"

"Lieutenant," Cachino speaks up, halting you. "Is that really somethin' to talk about in front of a lady?"

Your head pops free and you stare down at your new armor before returning your gaze to Melodi and giving a polite smile.

"My apologies," You say. "Is there a problem, Miss Coyle?"

The techpriest is giving you a look that's half part horrified and intrigued. With a sigh and a shake of the head she stares at you with a bemused expression.

"Not at all, Mr. Dunkin," She deadpans. "I just thought you'd like to know there are plenty of bathrooms here and absolutely NO artillery going off."

Even still, she pauses and cocks her head to the side, as if waiting to be proven wrong. Thankfully she isn't and Cachino takes the moment to continue.

"Well?" He prompts.

"Fits like a glove," You tell him. "Though the codpiece is a little tight."

"Ah, my apologies," Cachino waves you off, walking over to a nearby container and popping it open. "I thought I'd measure it to scale so there wasn't any false advertising. Guess I must'a messed up somewhere."

>Give a reply? (What?)
>Wait patiently for the dakka.

>>32041876
>Give a reply? (What?)

No problem just make it 80 sizes bigger
then we
>Wait patiently for the dakka.

>>32041876
>>Wait patiently for the dakka.

Its time to get srs.

>>32041876
>>Give a reply? (What?)
It's more personal preference really, I like to give the boys a bit of room to breathe

>>32041876
She ain't no lady, she's a techpriest. We don't act coy in front of a toaster or vacuum toilet either.

>>32041876
>>32041968
+1 then
>Wait patiently for the dakka.

>>32041876
>>32041968
+2
>Wait for the dakka dakka d

>>32041876

"It's more of a personal preference, really," You explain, flexing a gloved hand. "I like to give the boys a bit of room to breathe."

Melodi's hand smacks against her forehead while Cachino just shakes his head and mumbles "Guardsmen." Then he turns back to you, a pair of new toys in hand.

"The trusty hellgun and hellpistol," He explains in a tone that hints at how often he's done this speech. "Reliable, durable, and able to knock just about anything on it's ass. The rifle'll be connected to a power-source on your back to take out the need for reloading, but it can also be switched to power the pistol if you need it. A straight week's worth of juice, but times like those are rare."

You take the rifle first and find the grip not too different that of a long-las or any other rifle. With a bit of work you connect the power pack to it and the things lets out a soft hum. Locking it into place on your back, you then take the sidearm and the holster it comes with. Though not as flashy or sought after, you know you'll be able to use it well in a pinch.

With your weapons and gear now in place, you turn to the mirrors and give yourself an approving once-over.

"You can gawk elsewhere," Cachino informs you, crossing his arms. "Are we done here?"

>Request extra equipment/modifications?
>We are. Thank you, sergeant.
>Yeah, yeah, I'm going.
>Other?

>>32042321
>What kinda gear and modifications is everybody else rollin' with?
>Also grenades.

>>32041876
>>Wait patiently for the dakka.

>>32042321
>Request extra equipment/modifications?
>>32042368
Some aid assist and grenades would not be a bad thing to have.

>>32042321
>We are. Thank you, sergeant.

>>32042475
>Some aid assist

*aim assist

Geez.

>>32042321
Ask for a heavy stubber, put Melody to carrying it for you.

>>32042321
Aim assist and grenades would be nice.

>>32042321
>Request extra equipment/modifications?
Tools and such to maintain and repair the weapon in the field.

>>32042321

"Any chance of getting Targeters on these?" You ask, deciding to start early on enjoying your new perks.

"The hellpistol comes with it," Cachino says, rubbing his chin (one of the few parts of his face still flesh). "I can handle it for the hellgun, but you won't have it done until tomorrow."

Melodi perks up, as if to say something, but then seems to rethink it and returns to petting and baby-talking a servo-skull.

"Anything bigger than a frag grenade I can use?"

"On missions? We got just about anything you could ask for. Right now? Fuck off. Not bein' rude, but I don't like live ordinance goin' around my home unless it's needed."

"Fair enough," You nod, seeing his logic but not his reasoning behind what is and isn't rude.

>Let Cachino keep the hellgun
>Hold off for now

>>32042735

>Let Cachino keep the hellgun

Can I get a servo skull? Hopefully with guns?

>>32042735
>Let Cachino keep the hellgun

>>32042735
>Let Cachino keep the hellgun

>>32042735
>>Let Cachino keep the hellgun

>>32042763
Seconding this, let's adopt a servo-skull today!

>>32042735
>Ask Melodi what she was going to say

>>32042936
Lets call it Jeeves and have it carry our small stuff around!

>>32042735
>Let Cachino keep the hellgun
>Ask Melodi what she was going to say

>>32042983
Better yet let's just swipe one off Melody and claim that we found it.

>>32042735

With a cautious hand you unhook the hellgun and hand it over to Cachino, who takes it with equal care.

"This doesn't mean I'm completely useless," You assure him. "Give me a repair kit and I'll look after my own stuff. Just don't expect me to light some incense candles or something."

"So long as you don't clean it with your own blood or other bodily fluid I think there's no cause for concern," Cachino replies, nodding toward the door. "Good to meet a new face, but now's the time to be off. Keep an eye on this one, Mel."

"Aye, aye," The techpriest answers, jumping off the crate and to her feet. "Does this mean I'm allowed back in here without an escort?"

"Absolutely not," He says, however lacking the typical irritation directed at you. "Not yet, at least."

Though dejected, she bids the sergeant farewell and with your new gear (minus the hellgun) the two of you depart from the armory. As the blast doors groan shut once more Melodi lets out a sigh and sticks her tongue out behind her before turning back to you.

"So, what now?" She asks.

>Turn in for the day.
>Visit someplace (Where? I'll offer a list if requested)
>Say something?

>>32042735
>Let Cachino keep the hellgun

>>32043023
>Say something?
What were you gonna say in there?
Then
>Turn in for the day.

>>32043023
>>Turn in for the day.

>>32043061
seconding this

>>32043023

I'll second this: >>32043061

>>32043023
>>Say something?
so what were you going to say in there?

>>32043023
>Say something?

So what do I have to do to get a servo skull or Psyber Eagle?

>Turn in for the day.

>>32043023
Ask Melody for a pet-skull. Swipe one if she says no, run like hell.

>>32043023

"Well, first," You begin. "What were you going to say in there?"

"Huh?" She asks, confused for a moment before smiling sheepishly. "Oh, that. Nothing. I was just... going to offer to handle upgrading your hellgun for you; maybe tweak other bits of it too. It's alright, though. Signore Alvarez knows his way around firearms better than I do, and hasn't blown up the armory. Yet, at least."

She seems rather peeved at that, and before you can stop yourself you let out a yawn that stretches out more than you'd like. Suddenly, the armor starts weighing down on you, and you begin feeling the affects of sparing with Vincent.

"Tired?" Melodi asks, smirking at your attempts to cover the yawn.

"Eh, a bit," You admit. "I think I'll turn in. Gotta be ready for whatever deathtrap I get thrown into next."

"That's smart," Melodi nods. "Well, I had fun, at least."

"Same here. Goodnight, Melodi... or whatever time it is."

"Night, Mikkey," She chuckles, bidding you goodbye. However, not before reaching into her cloak and pulling out a vox communicator. "You won't always be in your armor-or so I guess-, so this is for when you're aboard the ship. It's already got you synced with the rest of the team, so all it takes is a bit of button pressing and you're good!"

"If it messes up, do I have to turn it on and off again?"

"That, or bang it against something," Though you meant it as a joke, Melodi replies with professional advice. Or so you think, before she gives you one last grin for the evening.

With that you part ways after a short bout of directions, and with a new mission in mind you head for your new home.

The quarters for most of the team, as you find out, are among the higher and more extravagant levels of the ship. A handful of crewman point you to your room, and before long you're looking at a door that has your name written on it. By the Emperor, that woman works fast.

Taking a breath, you grab the handle and enter.

>Roll a 1d20. First three count.

Rolled 14

>>32043500

Rolled 11

>>32043500

Rolled 9

>>32043500
oh i got a bad feeling about this rolling

Rolled 5

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>>32043500

The door, an oddly wooden thing, gives way and you step inside. It only takes you a few moment for you to shuffle uncomfortably, already feeling like a fish out of water.

Everything about the room is lavish. Too lavish. From the silk sheets on the kings size bed to the overly ornate dresser and everything in between, you remember Delmar and his gold cloak. Standing in the middle of it all, head to toe in carapace, you can't help but laugh at the craziness of it all.

"Is something humorous, Master Dunkin?"

Your hand moves in a flash, hellpistol coming free from its holster as you dive for cover behind the bed. The sound had come from your right, and there's virtually no cover, so...

The servo skull lazily descends from above, coming to a halt atop the bed and stares at you and you at it. Then, as if to drive the oddity home, it does something you didn't even think was possible for a servo skull.

It speaks.

"Salutations and felicitations, Master Dunkin!" It greets you cheerfully. "I am ever so much delighted to finally make your acquaintance. My name is Jeeves, and as you serve Lady Massey I shall serve you, either until I am deemed unneeded or you are kill in the line of duty."

>Greet the skull!

>>32043779
"Neat."

>>32043779
Hello Jeeves

>>32043779
I love you servo skull
I pet you servo skull

>>32043779
Eh hello why exacty did they give me a servo skull?

>>32043779
>or you are kill
I laughed

>>32043779
Pet the not so fluffy servo skull

>>32043779
I know this is suppose to be our room now but doesn't this seems a bit too...lavish?

>>32043779
"Two question. One can I put guns in you, and two can I turn you into an psyber eagle?"

>>32043779
Say hello to Jeeved.

Then we make prank calls with the vox thingie we just got.

>>32043779
"Jeeves is it..? Can't say I've ever met a servoskull with a name. That said, today's been quite a day of firsts. Could you give us the tour?"

>>32044090
Jeeves*

>>32043779
>I am ever so much delighted to finally make your acquaintance. My name is Jeeves

I dreamed a little dream and it came true!

>>32043779
"You have five seconds to explain to me why you aren't tech heresy."

Abominable AI and all that. If it can't and just sits there, it's probably fine. "Good enough."

>>32044296
Abominable Intelligence* whoops!

>>32044296
>>32044317

Servo skulls are literally made out of skulls so this one probably wasn't lobotomized, just mindscrubbed

>>32044384
I always though the skull was just a hollowed out housing for the machinery? Though that WOULD be a mostly satisfactory response.

>>32043779

Huh.

"Hello, Jeeves," You say, standing and holstering your sidearm. "Why exactly did they give me a servo skull, again?"

"Why, so that I can look after your every need!" Jeeves replies in a cheerful tone that makes the skull all the more unnerving.

While part of you wants to believe that, a more cynical side doesn't doubt there's a recording device somewhere on him. Or in the room. Or both. Sitting down on the bed, you give the thing a hesitant pat on the head before you go about removing your boots.

"So, this is my room?" You ask it.

"Oh, but of course! Someone tasked with looking after Lady Massey must be well looked after. No expense is too much."

"And the price of everything in this room?"

"23.7 Million credits. Another 11.4 Million in the master bathroom."

You hadn't even realized you even had one of the latter, but a quick search shows a closet and another door that leads to no doubt this famed master of bathrooms. It's hard to imagine anything worth so mu-

"Is that a bar?" You ask, a faint glint suddenly in your eye.

"Would you like a tour of the suite?" Jeeves asks. "It would be my honor."

>Humor him/it.
>I don't think so, Jeeves.

>>32044442
Oh but of course. Lead the way.

>>32044442
>Humor him/it.
humor the head.

>>32044442
>>Humor him/it.

>>32044442
>I don't think so, Jeeves.
I can't let you do that Jeeves.

Then throw him against a wall

>Humor him/it.
No reason not to really

>>32044437

The most important part of the servitor is the brain. Servitors are usually modified humans who are lobotomized afterwards to prevent them from going insane. Mindscrubbing would work too but the servitor would remain sentient and probably go crazy when performing menial tasks. Plus mindscrubbing is risky and way way more expensive than lobotomization.

>>32044442

Chances are mel and the inquisitor are watching so have it show you the bathroom and take a lavish bath. You've been out for a pretty long time so you must smell badly.

Mite be fun.

>>32044892
Hmm i liking that idea

>>32044442

You pause in your undressing and consider humoring the floating skull. Hesitantly, you decide it wouldn't hurt and stand.

"Lead on, Jeeves," You tell him.

"Splendid!" He replies, the happiest lifeless skull you've ever seen. The only one, thankfully. It hovers over to what you gathered to be a pair of doors leading into wardrobe and seems to beckon you closer. "I'm afraid to say your current options are rather lacking; being split between black and gold, or both. However, I'm certain you're impeccable eye for design will see it varied soon enough!"

Sure enough, the thing is almost half the size of your old barracks, with several black and gold sets of fatigues with matching boots being all that it holds. The few sets of clothing that it hold seem to make the rest of the room seem even larger in comparison, and if anything it annoys you. You never had much use for the rich or nobles, and now that you're suddenly being treated like royalty it just feels wrong.

Oblivious to your inner thoughts, Jeeves moves onto your already favorite part of your room.

"Polished aliswood- the same as the bed's nightstands- stocked with several choice vintages," Jeeves says, almost sounding wistful. "For a restock, all you need do is ask one of the servants and they'll see to just about anything you require and I cannot do. Next to it is a kitchenette, should you ever feel the need to make something for yourself after scoring a kill out on the hunt. Currently under-stocked, but I'll see to filling our larders once more with the uttermost haste."

You consider stopping to have a more detailed inspection of both places, having vague memories of being the squad's cook and possible drunkard, but already the little drone is on the move. Now he's next to a massive bookcase, looking it up and down. Nearby is a plush chair far to snobby for it's own good, sitting behind a desk that lacks a single sheet or dataslate.

(Cont.)

>>32045087

>once more

Have him tell us about who lived here previously

I'm guessing that was the previous bodyguard who got his face eaten by a nid?

>>32045087

"'A man who reads lives a thousand lives. The one who does not only lives one," Jeeves quotes. "While I'm sure you find yourself more at home pillaging and murdering, you can find many intriguing texts of both fiction and nonfiction here."

You want to take offense, especially after realizing there's a FIREPLACE, for Emperor's sake, but for some reason his constantly merry demeanor keeps you from fully committing to a scowl.

"Now, onto the main event!" He calls, and for a moment you think he's going to ram the bathroom door. Instead, he rapidly ascended at the last moment and glides into a cubby hole that opens just long enough for him to enter. Almost immediately, you make plans for jamming that thing shut.

Though you've got a bad feeling about this, you open the door leading into the bathroom and aren't disappointed. A too big mirror sits on one wall, with a too big counter underneath sporting too many sinks.

Part of the bathroom consists of a shower that could no doubt fit a half dozen people, and there there's some sort of small swimming pool on the opposite side. In the farthest corner of the pool, sitting upon a platform, a statue of a Leman Russ sits, barrel pointed upward as if in parade. All in all, as gaudy as you imagined, if not more so.

You return to the main bedroom drained once more, though a shower does actually sound like a good idea right about now. However, as you resume undressing atop the bed, a thought strikes you.

"What about this?" You ask, patting the crimson sheets

"Oh, that," Jeeves seems to scoff. "Carubian silk and feathers. Rather drab, if I do say so myself. Now, is there anything you wish to possess or know, Master?"

>Make a request?

>>32045408

"Are you recording me?"

>>32045408
>How combat effective he is

>Previous Occupant of this suite

>Psyber Eagles

>>32045408
what kind of servo skull are you did they froget to clean the brain out of you or something?

>>32045466

We're not a psyker. We have no use for Psyber Eagles.

>>32045463

No no, that's boring. We KNOW we're being watched. This is the inquisition after all. It's up to us to put up a show and make them blush. No shame in the guard, remember?

>>32045466

The previous occupant of the suite is probably hovering around us.

>>32045487
seconding this don't let them know we know

>>32045481
I thought regular inquisitor s used them as well?

I mean who wouldn't want a cybernetic anything chilling with them and helping purge and burn in the name of the empra?

>>32045487
gahaahhaah
nice thinking anon
let us strip slowly and hereticly

>>32045408

"What can you do in a fight?" You ask as you pull your armor off.

"I'm afraid I leave that to your baser, more barbaric instincts, Master," Jeeves says, sounds almost as if he's letting you down. "I am to assist you while on the ship or on civil occasions out of it, but I can offer to such thing in combat. Apologies."

"That's a fair point, actually," You tell him, for some reason almost feeling bad for the little thing. "So, how did you get to become... you?"

"Oh, it's a rather dull tale, Master," Jeeves moves his head in what you guess is an armless shrug. "I served with Lady Massey for some time with most of my limbs intact, before suffering a most grieving wound in her service. Though my body may be gone, I still serve her and the Emperor however I can."

As he explains, a sinking feeling settles into your gut as you begin to get a faint idea of just who you're talking to.

"Does that mean...?" You begin, and for nothing but a single bone Jeeves picks up well.

"Please, Master! Do try and give me some credit. I have been in my current state for quite some time. No, your immediate predecessor was another."

>Press him for information (On what?)
>Bid him farewell, shower, and bed.

>>32045714

So what can you tell me about my predecessors? How long do they usually... last before they expire? What kind of situations can I expect to be thrown into? I suspect you're quite old so you probably have some good stories right?

>>32045778
rolling with this idea

>>32045778
oh boi
story time
feels like when my grampa was alive

>>32045778

Also, though completely unrelated, we should see mel about getting Jeeves some maneuverable eyebrows so he can make facial expressions.

>>32045714
"What can you tell me about Lady Massey? or her entourage?"

>>32045921
>Eybrows on a Servo-Skull
Anons that sounds suspiciously close to tech-heresy.

>>32045714

Though you're not sure if you really WANT to hear, you decide to do it anyways.

"So what can you tell me about my predecessors? How long do they usually... last before they expire? What kind of situations can I expect to be thrown into? I suspect you're quite old so you probably have some good stories, right?" You ask, sending a boot flying.

"I do take minor offense to being hinted at being ancient, but yes, I suppose I do know a thing or two," Jeeves admits. "However I can say little and less for some of your questions. There's never really a set time for how long her bodyguards tend to last, though that would be rather continent. Some of the past bodyguards, at least the cause for their demise, has been wiped from my memory for either being too graphic or classified. Or so I wager."

The servo skull bounces through the air, reminiscing as he goes.

"Number 3 was eviscerated by a mad chirurgeon; 3 being myself. Number 6 was captured and tortured by Dark Eldar for a solid month, and by the time they'd been found Number 7 had to put her down. Number 7 then proceeded to commit suicide. Number 9 took down an Ork Warboss with several strings of demolition charges. So on and so forth."

You gape at the skull's aloofness about all these deaths as if they were part of the weather forecast. The words form before you can stop them.

"What number am I?" You ask, but already you're biting your tongue.

"Why, Number 13 of course!" Jeeves informs you with a hearty laugh.

The urge to grab a drink is a strong one, but instead you decide to try and advance the topic as fast as possible.

"What can you tell me about Lady Massey? Or her entourage?" You ask.

"As I said some members, both active and dead, are classified, and I've been informed to keep you limited with personal knowledge on your living companions. Apologies." Jeevs informs you with a bow of the everything. "However, I may still be able to answer. What exactly is it you wish to know?"

>Questions?

>>32046235
No questions come to mind. Kind of strange we can't hear the history of our position. I guess she doesn't want us to lose our nerve?

>>32046235

Why is everyone so afraid of father mikkel when he goes into combat?

>>32046235
she must go though a body guard every year or two not exacty good news lets just take a show and go to bed not much else to ask at the moment

>>32046235
Nothing for now. Could you prepare me a drink I'm going for a shower

>>32046330
He won't tell us that.

>>32046235
No questions, bed time!

>>32046235

After all that you want nothing more than a good drink, a shower, and some sleep. Possible in that order, possibly not.

"I think that's all for now," You tell him. "Could you make me a drink while I take a show?"

"Of course! What would you like, sir?" Jeeves asks, thrilled to have his first real request.

"Do you know what a Cadian Potshot is?"

"I do indeed. Sergeant Kelleher gave me extensive lessons in it and its variations."

With that at least keeping him busy, you leave your armor and head for the bathroom. You're mildly paranoid of cameras, but after what you said before you're not about to eat your words. You undress and grab a shower without incident, though you still keep a wary eye out for Jeeves. Thankfully, he never appears.

With a towel around your waist you make your way back into the bedroom to find a glass of purple liquid awaiting alongside a set of nightclothes.

"I do hope everything is to your liking," Jeeves says, hovering about you as you pull on the fresh clothes. It's a nice change, and a testing sip from the drink makes you smile.

"Everything and more, Jeeves," You say as you take a seat on the overly plush chair and idly begin draining your glass. "So, why is everyone afraid of Father Mikel?"

"Father Mikel? Why, I have nothing but respect for the man! I do not know what malicious rumors you may have heard, but I can attest to his good character," He informs you with vindictiveness, and you begin to think Jeeves has only seen him OUTSIDE of combat. It also means, again, you're being stonewalled. Great. Already, things are starting to feel like home.

"Wake me at 0800 tomorrow," You tell him as you finish your drink and stand. "Or earlier, if I'm called for."

"Of course, sir. Very good, sir."

Killing the lights, you more or less collapse onto the bed and tumble into sleep.

>Roll a 1d20. First three count.

Rolled 12

>>32046647
Rolling for nightmares!

dice+1d20

Rolled 20

>>32046647
Should never have accepted that drink

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>>32046744

Rolled 18

>>32046647

>>32046744
What does it MEAN?

>>32046786
Not only do we wake up rested as FUCK, we actually manage a GOOD dream that helps carry us through the rest of the day.

>>32046744
Why are we rolling!

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>>32046744
Is this a nat 20 for sleepwalking shenanigans? Or are we about to have the best ptsd-induced dream ever?

>>32046786
Wake up covered in women.

>>32046827
Assassins
Lewd cameras
Heresy
Lewd Jeeves
CHAOS

Choose 3

>>32046916
>Lewd
pls

>>32046847

It's essentially going to be TF2 pyro goggle battles where everyone is trying to put the presents back into their stomach zipper and the hive tyrant just wants to hug

>>32046710
(Curses! My plan revealed once more. You anons are good at guessing.)

>>32046647

You sleep better than you have for the first time in... well... you're not really sure, actually. Perhaps it's simple fatigue, the drink, the meds (now that you think about it, maybe combining those two was a bad idea), or all of the above, but once your head hits the pillow you're out like a light.

You can make out shapes and the faint murmur of voices, but nothing you can really latch onto. The sensation and feelings of old places you don't remember, or maybe don't want to remember.

Then, in the distance, you see a clear figure. Olive armor, golden visor shining, lasrifle slung over their back. He's waving you closer.

You start forward hesitantly, uncertain of what's going on.

"What is this place?" You ask them, looking around you.

"Your head," They reply in a voice you know but can't place. The distortion of the helmet they're wearing doesn't help. "A real mess, too. I'm disappointed in you, Mikkey."

"Who the hell are you?" You ask him, reaching out to him.

"A friend," They reply, but as you go to touch them they begin to fade away. "I'll be around, from time to time."

Then you wake up to an alarm.

Groaning, your hand swings out and you smack the source of the noise. However, the object actually gives way under your impact and you hear something bounce.

"Didn't hurt," You hear Jeeves whimper.

>Apologize to Jeeves.
>Stay for a minute longer.
>Get ready for the day.
>Other?

>>32047163
>Apologize to Jeeves

>>32047163
>Apologize to Jeeves.
>Get ready for the day.

These are nice digs and even nicer equipment; lets at least seem like we deserve them by being punctual.

>>32047163
>Apologize to Jeeves.

>>32047163
>>Apologize to Jeeves.
>>Get ready for the day.

>>32047163
>Apologize to Jeeves.

>Get ready for the day.

Fucking psykers always trying to eat my dreams

>Apologize to Jeeves.
>Get ready for the day.

>>32047163
"what the- OH, MAN, I am SO sorry! I'm used to wreaking havoc on my alarm I - Uh, listen, just talk to me next time, ok? I'll feel bad if hitting you like that ends up becoming a habit!"

>>32047163
>Apologize to Jeeves.
>Get ready for the day.

>>32047163
>Apologize to Jeeves.
Sorry about that, Jeeves... You alright? (Help him up)

>>32047163

You rise up and give a small stretch before leaning over the side to see an upside down servo skull.

"Sorry about that, Jeeves," You offer, grabbing him and lifting him upright. "I used to wreak havoc on my old alarms, although my other alarms never complained."

After a moment your servant (an odd phrase, that) seems to get his second wind and starts off into the air.

"Perfectly alright, sir," He assures, though you can tell in his tone that he appreciates the care. "Alarmed and awake, as requested."

"Thank you," You tell him, throwing off the blanket and standing. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Lady Massey requests-read: demands- that everyone attend the 0930 briefing for further intelligence on your next assignment. Feeling lucky, sir?"

>Overly so, Jeeves.
>Like a heretic in a cathedral.
>We'll see.
>Other?

>>32047442
>Overly so, Jeeves.

>>32047442
>We'll see.

>>32047472
>Like a heretic in a cathedral.

>Overly so, Jeeves

>>32047442
>We'll see.

>>32047442
>Overly so, Jeeves.

>>32047442
>>We'll see.

>>32047472
>>32047495
>>32047585
>>32047663
>>32047722
>>32047725

Well, shit. Guess we pull out old reliable and roll. First odd is cynic, while even is neutral.

Rolled 2

>>32047789
rolling

>>32047442

Even after hearing what happened to those that came before you, you're not feeling overly dreadful about the whole thing. Last night's dream, already quickly fading, included.

You pull on the set of fatigues and before long you're ready for the day. You clip on the hellpistol to your side, but decide you'll hold off on donning your armor. For now, at least.

With an hour and a half to kill, you have a handful of options to choose from.

>Grab breakfast at the mess hall.
>Scrounge up something in the kitchenette.
>Skip breakfast and acquire dakka.

Also

>Let Jeeves tag along.
>Let him stay and keep things tidy.

>>32048014
>Grab breakfast at the mess hall.
>Let Jeeves tag along.
>Let him stay and keep things tidy.
>Ask his preference!

>>32048014
>Grab breakfast at the mess hall.
he woke us up at 8:00 so we got a good hour and a half to eat and get ready more then enugh time
Also depends if jeeves wants to come with or not let him do what he wants really

>>32048014
>Skip breakfast and acquire dakka.

>Let him stay and keep things tidy.

>>32048014
>Grab breakfast at the mess hall.
He can do like what ever he wants man.

>>32048014
>Grab breakfast at the mess hall.
>Let Jeeves tag along.

>>32048014

"Guess I'll head to the mess hall," You plan aloud.

"A splendid idea, sir," Jeeves adds.

"Will you be joining me?"

The servo skull seems to pause mid-air and looks over, tilting ever so slightly.

"Sir?" He asks, uncertain.

"Would you like to come along?" You ask. "It's your choice."

"You would ask...?" Jeeves seems beside himself at this revelation, going silent for a few moments before nodding so fast he ends up doing a small flip. "Yes, yes, sir! I would be happy to accompany you!"

Smiling at his obvious delight, you hold the door open for him and with that the two of you take off. You get a handful of stares as you make your way to the elevator, servants or freshly awakened crewman being scared to death by the cheerful talking servo skull. You try to keep a straight face, but you can't help but enjoy his antics ever so slightly.

Before long you're back in the mess hall, where a reasonable number of people are gathered and eating. Without Christina there you're offered no special treatment, but that's fine by you. That just gives you more time to watch the crowd gape and stare at Jeeves as he bobs to and fro, chatting with anyone that can remember they can do so. By the time you reach the counter, the servo skull and Marbo are already merrily talking with one another.

"Oh, Grox steak and eggs," Jeeves sighs wistfully... somehow. "Now those were the days."

"And you were my best customer!" Marbo chuckles. "But look on the bright side. You've lost so much weight!"

Then the chef turns to you and grins.

(Cont.)

>>32048476

"Lieutenant!" He says, sliding you a generous meal. "Are you responsible for this old museum piece being let out?"

"I'm in trouble, aren't I?" You ask lightly, though now you're slightly worried.

"Oh, not too much," He shakes his head. "I thought Lady Massey had scrapped him long ago. Always good to see an old friend again."

"Likewise, sir," Jeeves nods happily.

With your meal in hand you move on to find a table, and see a few friendly faces amongst the bunch.

>Roxie and Alpha team are chatting over in a corner.
>Eric seems to be with some fellow pilots.
>Father Mikel is talking with Vincent, the latter causing a small gap between them and the rest of the table.
>Find someplace quiet and stick with Jeeves.

>>32048542
>Father Mikel is talking with Vincent, the latter causing a small gap between them and the rest of the table.

May or may not be a bad idea.

>>32048542
>Roxie and Alpha team are chatting over in a corner.

Trooper habits die hard.

>>32048542

>Roxie and Alpha team are chatting over in a corner.

>>32048542
>Father Mikel is talking with Vincent, the latter causing a small gap between them and the rest of the table.
Lets try to learn more about the strange preast

>>32048542
>Father Mikel is talking with Vincent, the latter causing a small gap between them and the rest of the table.

>>32048542
You, yourself and Jeeves. Scope out the room. People watch. Might tell you something.

>>32048542
>>Find someplace quiet and stick with Jeeves.
Someone will be crazy enough to come to us.

>>32048542
>Find someplace quiet and stick with Jeeves.
I'll agree with people watching

>>32048542
>Father Mikel is talking with Vincent, the latter causing a small gap between them and the rest of the table.

>>32048542
>Find someplace quiet and stick with Jeeves

>>32048542
>Find someplace quiet and stick with Jeeves.
Watching the fleshies.

>>32048542

"This way, Jeeves," You call over your shoulder as you head off to a quiet corner to eat at. Even with the morning rush you manage to find something, and with your servo servant hovering about no one seems to object.

"Is something the matter, sir?" Jeeves asked, sounding uncertain again. "If this is because of me, I can-"

"It's nothing like that," You assure him. "I'm simply observing. An experiment, if you will."

"An... experiment, sir?"

"Yes. Just wait and see."

"Of course, sir. I await with baited breath."

As you look over the crowd you see various types and groups, from all kinds of places. The veteran armsmen, close but not too close to the recruits still adjusting. Eric and the other pilots, shooting the shit and remembering past flights. Simple crewman, chatting about this and that. An odd group, on an strange ship, commander by an even stranger captain. Fitting, you suppose.

You start on your meal posthaste, devouring it with a speed you've come to hone over time. Or so you think. As you eat, alone to your thoughts, you go back to the dream you had last night. Already most of it is all but forgotten, but it still seemed so strange. Who was it? Was it... one of the others? Dan?

Someone clears their throat and you look up from your meal to find Roxy staring at you, brow raised and tray in hand.

"So, what?" She asks, plopping down without asking. "The first day you come busting in, all chest pounding and speech giving, and now you're a loner with a creepy servo skull?"

"I take offense to that, madam," Jeeves answers, to her obvious surprise. "I am not 'creepy.'"

>Greet the sergeant!

>>32049186
"I like watching people, its a fine gentleman's sport, isn't that right Jeeves?"

>Greet the sergeant!
Wanted to find out who would work thare nerve up first to come and sit with me

>>32049186
>>32049240
+1
And that concludes the experiment, Jeeves.

>>32049186
"Actually, I'm just taking the chance to see who gravitates toward whom. Incidentally, I'm flattered."

>>32049186
"Keeps people on their toes. Had an old sergeant who'd find you at the oddest times and scream CONSTANT VIGILANCE in your ear to make sure you were always alert. Have that done to you a few times and you get used to watching for ambushes everywhere."

>>32049515
We need to do this at some point

>>32049186

"I like watching people," You explain. "Its a fine gentleman's sport, isn't that right Jeeves?"

"Quite right," He quips.

"And that concludes the experiment," You announce, though that seems to only add to the sergeants confusion.

"O...k...so, I think I found out something as well," Roxie hesitantly tells you.

"Oh?" You ask.

"Yup," She nods. "You're an weird one, LT. Lucky for you, there's a lot of us to go around."

"Pish posh," Jeeves shakes his body. "Nothing but outstanding, normal citizens of the Imperium here."

Both you and Roxy stare at the servo servant for a few moments before breaking down into extremely mature snickering. The sergeant manages to recover well enough, though, and soon regards you with a coy smile.

"So, have you heard anything?" She asks. "About the mission, I mean."

>Not a clue. I'm as in the dark as you are.
>I do, but it's classified.
>Jeeves?
>Other?

>>32049622
>Not a clue. I'm as in the dark as you are.

>Not a clue. I'm as in the dark as you are
my bets its going to be us beating up some Orks

Rolled 15

>>32049186
"Yeah, Jeeves isn't creepy!"

>>32049622
Not a clue. I'm as in the dark as you are.

>>32049622

You give her a shrug, and it quickly becomes obvious that wasn't the answer she was hoping for.

"Not a clue," You tell her. "I'm as in the dark as you are."

"Damn," She mutters. "I was hoping for some sorta snippet from her new number two."

"My job's to give my body as cover, not advice," You clarify, to her mild amusement.

"Sounds like what we're supposed to do," She says. "What makes you so different?"

"Your job is to shoot the enemy in the face and go home. My job is to get shot for the Inquisitor, and let Jeeves here tell the next guy how I died," You explain, signaling to your companion.

"Quite right," He says when Roxy stares.

"I'd heard we had something odd going about the ship... but I didn't think it was something like you," She gives an embarrassed smile. "Not that there's anything WRONG with you."

"Certainly, miss," Jeeves replies with a hint of dryness.

"Aaanyways," She turns back to you. "Have any plans after the briefing, LT?"

>I'm afraid I do.
>I guess it depends on what you're asking.
>Asking me out on a date, sergeant?
>Other?

>>32049921
>I think it depends on what you're asking.
With a bit of an asshole grin.

>>32049955
going with this

>>32049921
>>Asking me out on a date, sergeant?

>>32049955
This'un

>>32049921
>I guess it depends on what you're asking.
Have to pick up, my hellgun soon.

Jeeves needs a fancy tophat

>>32049955
Maybe less 'asshole' and more of a 'sly' or 'shit-eating' grin

>>32049921

"I think it depends on what you're asking," You tell her, already not liking the sound of this.

"Oh, don't get all panicked on my account," She scoffs. "I was just wondering if you wanted to join me and the rest of Alpha on a run through The Gauntlet. We could use the extra practice, and I thought you might like the challenge."

"The Gauntlet," Jeeves sighs. "Now THAT brings back memories. Painful ones, mind you, but memories all the same."

>What the hell's The Gauntlet?
>That sounds amazing, but I think I'll pass.
>With a name like that? Sure.
>Other?

>>32050114
>What the hell's The Gauntlet?

>>32050114
>With a name like that? Sure.

>What the hell's The Gauntlet? you know what sure you only live once

>>32050114
You stare at her for a moment.

"Does this Gauntlet get me yelled at by the medic for straining myself and glared into submission by my new boss? Cause if so, I'll have to pass."

>>32050196
changing my vote to this

>>32050114
>That sounds amazing, but I think I'll pass.
Already got into trouble over the match with Vincent, better not push it.

>>32050114

"Does this Gauntlet get me yelled at by the medic for straining myself and glared into submission by my new boss?" You ask her, sighing. "Cause if so, I'll have to pass."

"Don't be a baby," Roxy teases, grinning. "You only get hurt if you're bad, and if that's it then you SHOULD feel bad. It's not that harsh, really. Just a training sim, with the highest ranking squad getting bragging rights."

"And it includes various assault servitors, select armsmen, obstacles, and turrets that attempt to keep you and your team from reaching a flag at the end of it all," Jeeves explains. "If memory serves only one has died, but numerous injuries have occurred."

"Hey, that's not right!" Roxy says. "The medics brought that guy back. He doesn't count."

Even though she makes it sound SO desirable, you're not so sure about throwing yourself back into bodily harm so soon. Still, it's been a while since you've shot something as well.

In the end, you decide...

>Pass.
>Give it a shot.

>Give it a shot.
But make shure we get the Bosses permission first no need to get her pissed at us

>>32050421
>Give it a shot.
Bragging rights are all a dead man walking like us has

>>32050421
>Pass.

Whoa down Mikkey down boy, goddamit get down no you're not going

>>32050421
>Pass.

Let's not push our luck on the 2nd day, alright? Maybe later, but for now no. Just focus on our job first.

>>32050421
>Pass
Show your skillz on the battlefield

>>32050421
>Give it a shot.

>>32050421
>Pass.
Still gotta get settled in but, soon.

>>32050421
>Pass

>>32050421
>Give it a shot.

>>32050421
There's a time to push boundaries, but the first full day on the job definitely isn't it.

>>32050421

Even with a good night's sleep on a luxurious bed, you're not sure you're able to take on something like that so soon. Though Roxy looks hopeful, you shake your head.

"This is just my second day," You say. "Give me some time, let me settle in, and I might then."

"Oh," She replies, disappointed but at least able to hide it. Mostly. "Yeah. I gotcha. No need to go getting yourself killed on my account."

"I'm glad we're on the same page," You offer, finishing your caffeine. "And now I'll just have to wait and show my stuff out in the field."

>Anything else to add? (What?)

If not...

>Finish here and head for das armory.
>Finish here and get your bearings for the briefing room.
>Finish here and drop off Jeeves

So why are we carrying around the hellpistol if we're not lugging around the accompanying power backpack?

>>32050718
>Finish here and head for das armory.

>>32050719

It can be fed power cells if needed. Also, a good pistol is Michael's manly safety blanket.

>>32050421
You look at her.

"I just got finished fighting off an army of nids, had my internal organs rearranged by a crazy techpriestess, found out my new boss has the ability to make planets explode and you want me to irritate her?! I'm not sure weather to be impressed by your bravery or worried about how you have no sense of self preservation."

>>32050758
Okay, but we don't get many shots out of that, do we?

>>32050718
"Cheer up. I'll be sure to kick everyone's ass as soon as it doesn't earn me a scolding, promise."

>>32050764
going with this also go to the briefing room so we can watch everyone filter in so how they act and such

>>32050718
>head to briefing room

You've got a knife, hellpistol and carapace armored steel balls. I pity whatever fool gives you wrong directions to the briefing room.

>>32050718
>Finish here and get your bearings for the briefing room.

The dakka isn't going anywhere

why do I kinda hope we get to roll for the happening whenever we fly through the warp?

>>32050718
>Anything else to add? (What?)
Don't look so glum. I still gotta go up against you in real time. Name your game!

>>32050718
>>32050798
+1
I just got my organs put back inside they need some time to settle then I'll show you how to kick virtual ass.

>>32050792
(Admittedly, no, but you're on a ship with several hundred armed soldiers. What could possibly go wrong?

...anybody know where I put my Perils of the Warp chart?)

>>32050718

"Don't worry," You tell her. "Let me get used to my organs being back in place and I'll kick everyone's ass."

"That'll be a sight," Roxy grins. "Don't leave a girl hanging, LT."

With food disposed of and Jeeves in tow, you head off to find the briefing room. With your floating companion to guide the way you don't even have to ask for directions, simply following him as he goes.

Before long you've reached a large ornate door with an armsman on either side, both of whom snap to attention when you near. You salute them both before pressing inside, finding the place empty. In it are a number of tables and chairs centered around a projector of some sort, though currently it's deactivated. The chairs seem comfortable enough, so you pick one at random and begin to wait.

>Roll a 1d20. First three count.

Rolled 11

>>32051047
FOR THE DARK GODS

Rolled 16

>>32051047

Suck on my Nat 20!

Rolled 15

>>32051047
Eh we have a knife.

>>32051111
Did we ever get around to cleaning that?

>>32051164
Now that you mention it.. no I don't think we did. Guess we better before we go get our hell gun just in case.

>>32051164
Idk if WE really should, seeing as it's 'nid blood. Might want to get a specialist to clean that.

>>32051200
It's probably covered by routine weapon maintenance. What good is a weapon you don't know how to keep clean?

>>32051200
Hey maybe the dried nid blood is poisonous like how if you shank a dude with a rusty knife.

Not the best comparison but hey.

>>32051047

You check the time and see there's still almost half an hour remaining, and as time drags on you prop your feet up. Then, as you grow increasingly more bored, you start counting the ceiling tiles; a trick you picked up after you were recovering from your leg.

You get to eighty four before a boot slams on the ground behind you. You tense, but manage to keep from making a fool out of yourself. Instead, you shoot forward before turning around, hand resting on your hellpistol as you look for a pistol.

To your chagrin, you find it rather easily.

In the form of one let down looking Vincent, face twisted in confusion.

"Huh," He says. "Usually that makes people land on their asses. Must be losing my touch."

>Nah. I'm just paranoid.
>It happens to all of us eventually, sir.
>So I guess this is why Eric called you Specter
>Other?.

>>32051265
Lemme check the Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer on that one.

>>32051279
The Deathwatch has a powersword that's exactly this, but it's always kept in stasis when not in use because the poison is eating away at the blade.
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/The_Corroded_Falchion#.U27-iIGSxIE

>>32051298
>So I guess this is why Eric called you Specter

Rolled 17

>>32051298
>It happens to all of us eventually, sir.

Old age does creep up on everyone...

>>32051298
"Consider it a new challenge then, sir. Something to aim for."

>It happens to all of us eventually, sir.

>>32051298
"I'd be losing MY touch if I had."

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>>32051298
>>32051561
>All this talk about the touch

>>32051298

"It happens to all of us eventually, sir," You shrug, and Vincent's brow visibly twitches at your words.

"Are you trying to call me old, son?" He asks.

"Your words, not mine," You reply. "It takes a lot to scare me, though. Consider it a new challenge then, sir. Something to aim for."

"Heh," Vincent snorts. "Alright. I guess I can make it my new life goal to scare the shit outta ya."

That's not really what you meant, but the commander now looks like a man on a mission. Then, however, he sees the floating skull in the room and pauses.

"Jay?" He asks.

"Yes?" Jeeves answers.

"Well by the Throne; Jay!" Vincent grins. "Get over here you mangy fuck, and let me get a look at you!"

Bobbing through the air, Jeeves makes his way over and sets himself down on the commanders awaiting palm.

"A pleasure to see you again, sir," Jeeves quips. "Still trying to scare the pants off of the recruits, I see."

"Old habits die hard," Vincent chuckles, looking between the two of you. "So, how did this happen?"

>He followed me home.
>When I got the room it came with service.
>I'm still wondering that myself.
>Other?

>>32051649
>He followed me home.

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Rolled 6

>>32051434
>sorry left my trip from /k/

DO IT ONE MORE TIME, I FUCKING DARE YOU!

>>32051685
/k/ommando please calm down

Rolled 14

>>32051649
>He followed me home.

Gotta go with it.

>>32051649
>I'm still wondering that myself.
>32051685
Your picture loads upside down for me, thanks for sending me to Australia asshole. Guess I'll go see if Aspie will protect me from giant spiders.

>I'm still wondering that myself.

>>32051740
Huh, if I copy it and put it in paint to rotate it, its right side up.