>>32163984

"Hey! Mikkey!"

You look up to find Melodi on a catwalk quite a ways above you, and it's more her voice and frantic waving that gives her away than her features.

"Hey yourself!" You call back, briefly returning the wave.

"Be down in a sec!"

You're not really sure how she plans on doing that.

And then she vaults over the side and into thin air.

Before you can say anything she's already speeding towards you at an alarming rate, red and white robes flapping about as she descends. You gape, but the Tech Priests around you seem no more worried than they ever are about anything.

>PANIC!
>Wait and see what she does.

>>32164083
>panic

>>32164083
>>Wait and see what she does.

>>32164083
>Wait and see what she does.

>>32164083
>Wait and see what she does.

>Wait and see what she does.

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PROCEED, FAGGOT!

>>32164083
>Catch her

>>32164083

Though this isn't exactly what you were expecting, you've learned enough in your short time here to be prepared for surprises. Sure enough, Melodi's fall begins to rapidly slow until she comes to an eventual stop, suspended a few feet in the air for a few moments. Seeing your expression, or lack of one, she frowns.

"Dang," She says. "That usually freaks most people out the first time."

"Sorry," You tell her. "Want to try again?"

"Nah. Thanks for the offer, though."

With that the gravchute she's got hidden somewhere dies and her boots hit the floor with a loud thud. A handful of curious eyes turn to investigate the noise, but quickly go back about their day.

"We don't get a lot of visitors down here, what with the 'You must be THIS augmented to enter' sign, but I suppose I can let you by. Just this once," She says. "So, what's up?"

>Greet the Tech Priest!

>>32164083
Three hips for being anti-social. I haven't been able to catch a thread since the first.

>>32164496
Got any cybernetic animals I can borrow?

>>32164496
I'm just getting some practice in with this new lasgun, it's nice to be able to shoot at something that isn't trying to chew my face off every once in a while.

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>>32163984
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1ygTlGuDz18

I made a thing but you move too fucking fast

>>32164562
Seconding

>>32164565
(...words... words fail me, my friend. That was fucking badass on every level, and I'm now tripping the fuck out. You've officially made my weekend.)

>>32164496

While you're admittedly impressed by her skill, you manage to keep a straight face. You take a moment to look around you, inspecting the various before returning your gaze to her.

"Got any cybernetic animals I can borrow?" You ask.

"Huh?" Melodi cocks her head to the side, brow furrowing. "Like... servitors, or... you're messing with me, aren't you?"

"Maybe. Maybe not," You offer the Tech Priest a shrug. "Nah, I'm just getting some practice in with this new hellgun. It's nice to be able to shoot at something that isn't trying to chew my face off every once in a while."

Though you meant the last sentence to be well-meaning, Melodi looks just a little unsettled by it. Shaking her head, however, she's quick to recover and turn her attention to the weapon in question, currently hanging from the thing's strap resting against your shoulder.

"So he got everything put back together?" She asks, nodding in approval.

"He did, indeed," You answer. "Kicks like an angry grox, but I'll get used to it. It's too fun not to."

"Boys and their toys," Melodi rolls her eyes. "I think and Vincent'll get along just fine. But I'm sure you didn't just come down here to chat. What do you need?"

>Well, actually... *Ask/Say something?*
>Just thought I'd stop by and say hi, actually.

>>32165099
>Just thought I'd stop by and say hi, actually.

>>32165099
>>Just thought I'd stop by and say hi, actually.

>>32165099
>Just thought I'd stop by and say hi, actually.

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>>32165099
well i was hoping you could give the hell gun a once over see what upgread you could put into it

>>32165340
This sounds good, she was interested in doing so when we got our gear.

>>32165099

"Just thought I'd stop by and say hi, actually," You mimic her previous move and tilt your head. "Something wrong with that?"

"Of course not! It's just..." Melodi begins wringing her hands. "Whenever someone needs something or someone tweaked, fixed, or upgraded they usually come to me and I see what I can do. Nothing wrong with that, mind you; it's my job. I guess I've just got used to helping people, and wanting to help."

While an admirable habit, the fact that she greeted you expecting to be asked to do something doesn't sit very well with you. Still, if she isn't complaining, and it keeps things afloat, you decide it may be for the best.

"Well, now that you mention it," You begin. "You said something about looking at my hellgun for me?"

The Tech Priest brightens at that, already eagerly awaiting what you have planned.

"Sure!" She nods. "I haven't been allowed to touch one of those in a while. What would you like me to take a look at?"

(Pick one)
>Make it pack a bigger punch.
>Increase the rate of fire.
>Could you slap a shotgun under it?
>How crazy does a grenade launcher sound?
>Other?

>>32165591

>Other

"Can you reduce the recoil?"

Rolled 64

>>32165591
>How crazy does a grenade launcher sound?
BOOM!

>>32165591
ah crap only one well lets see
we will have grenades on us so a launcher is a bit over kill so no
fire rate its a hell gun so don't think that will be useful
harder punch nothing wrong with that
or underslug shotgun good contender as well hell guns are not as good in hand to hand as other guns
Other reduceing recoil would be helpful as well
so ether shotgun punch or recoil

>>32165685
personly i think i am going vote for the shotgun verstility in combat is key and a shotgun will let us do just a bit more then what we would normaly be able to do

>>32165591
>>Make it pack a bigger punch.

>>32165644

I'll support this.

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>>32164565
Badass

>>32165591
>GRANATA
Extra firepower never hurt anyone we care about.

>>32165591
>How crazy does a grenade launcher sound?
>Other?
ask her how she got interested in technology

>>32165866
sounds good
gotta make smalltalk to get those social links

>>32165591
>>Other?
>Could you slap a single shot FLAMER under it.

>>32165644
This fuck recoil

>>32165591

>Could you slap a shotgun under it?

the look on some heretics face when we pump an round of buck and ball into them from close range is preferable to any of the other options

>>32165644
Recoil can suck a duck. Supporting.

>>32165591
>How crazy does a grenade launcher sound?
and tell her that most of the time we aren't going to need anything, if she's ok with just talking every once in a while.

>>32166128
Haven't you ever wanted to set people on fire, but they've been too far away for you to do so? Also a flamer will not only get the heretic, but his friend, his other friend behind them and his third friend behind the corner he was hiding at.

I can settle for a shotgun though.

>>32166184
ah hell we are going be here all day arguing for shotgun grenade launcher recoil and fire power and whatever else we think of that might be good to have

>>32165591
I like all the underslung options, so I'm fine with any of those.
Also seconding the small talk options. Melodi's interesting so far, I want to know more about our techpriest

>>32165644
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>>32166250
Dude, dudedudedudedudedudedude DUDE.

What if...
We asked her to do ALL of them?

>>32166250
of course. this is /tg/, where there's consensus on combat and plot points, but we argue for days on shipping and shopping

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>>32166278
That's Tech Heresy.

You better not be a fucking heretic anon

>>32165644
Sounds good to me.

Rolled 12

>>32166306
We also argue for years over waifus

>>32166250
Could be worse. We could be arguing over pole arms.

Man fuck pole arms

>>32166340
that's part of the shipping

>>32166306
Jeeves is best girl.
Your waifu a shitu.

>>32166347
Pole arms out class swords easily

Maybe we could ask her how would she improve it?

>>32166383
and then talk with her about her favorite kinds of tech

>>32166347
oh how about a polearm banyet we can stab someone behind cover from 5 feet away

>>32166375
but Jeeves is Vincent's waifu

(I never expected so much competition over Michael going /k/. Not that I'm saying this is bad, mind.)

>>32165591

You've seen plenty of Orks with weapons smashed together to form one, but you've also seen a few Guard units using multipurpose weapons. Seeing as your pay-grade has gone up substantially, you decide to try it out yourself.

"How does a grenade launcher sound?" You ask, and a familiar unease settles in when you see the sudden glint in her eye.

"Explosives?" She grins. "You just made a girl's day, Mikkey! I'll get started on it right away; gotta have her ready for tomorrow."

Handing the weapon over, you can already hear the gears turning in the Tech Priest's head as she lovingly looks the weapon over. Watching this, a question strikes you.

"So what did it for you?" You ask, getting an odd look in return. "Getting interested in technology, I mean."

"Oh," She says, sounding only a little surprised at the personal question. "It's kinda boring, actually; just the classic story of wrench meets girl, girl meets wrench. By my eighteenth birthday I was an adept, and by the time I was twenty one I'd officially joined the club."

Carefully holding the rifle in one hand, she pulls down the collar of her robe and cranes her neck, revealing most of the flesh to be replaced by multi-colored wires.

"Too bad for my teachers, I was as much a fan of the flesh as I was of metal. Eventually they'd had enough of me trying to go Medicae and Mechanicus at the same time and put me up for review. Of course, then comes Chrissy to the rescue. Ready to sweep me away to a life of adventure and danger," Melodi chuckles, sounding wistful as she runs a hand over the hellgun.

>'Chrissy', huh?
>Sounds like you enjoy your work.
>So you play medic during missions, and gretchin in here?
>Bid her goodbye and leave her to her work. (Where to?)

>>32166459
>>'Chrissy', huh?
>>Sounds like you enjoy your work.

Rolled 39

>>32166459
>Sounds like you enjoy your work.

>>32166459
>>Sounds like you enjoy your work.
>>'Chrissy', huh?

>>32166459
>Sounds like you enjoy your work.

It's the little things that gets /tg/ going Elijah.

>>32166459
>>Sounds like you enjoy your work.
>>So you play medic during missions, and gretchin in here?

>>32166459
odd why did you pick grenade launcer it only had 4 votes while recoil had 5 or 6 anyways
>'Chrissy', huh?
>Sounds like you enjoy your work.

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>'Chrissy', huh?

I hope she kept the important bits still fleshy man

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>>32166584
isn't the only metal thing we've seen her mechandrite? Seems like she just adds extra rather than replacing

>>32166516
(And that's why I love this place)

>>32166567
(I'd created three different outcomes, and when I last checked GL had the advantage. Sorry about that.)

>>32166459

Seeing as you're not leaving for the moment, Melodi starts off out of the way of the other Tech Priests and you dutifully follow behind. A handful of Melodi's companions give you an odd glance or two, but it seems they're more curious than anything.

"'Chrissy', huh?" You smirk as she colors ever so slightly, shuffling the weapon in her hands as she walks.

"What?" She asks, flustered. "Do you have a problem with that nickname or something?"

"Not at all," You say, chuckling, and only making her discomfort worse.

She leads you over to a small, private corner Melodi seems to have taken as her own. Various bits and pieces lay scattered but oddly organized in stacks and piles. You notice a well-worn cot sitting behind a container, just out of plain view. Melodi places your firearm on a nearby workbench, mechadendrite pulling a seat under her as she sits and begins tinkering.

Not wanting to pry too much, you decide to concentrate on the Tech Priest as you watch her work from your place nearby, helping hold up the wall.

"You sound like you enjoy your work," You note.

"Why wouldn't I?" Melodi asks. "I get to see new places, meet new people, and get to save the Imperium every other day. But... it's also more than that. Not just for me, either. Joining the Inquisition, joining Chrissy, has given a lot of us a fresh start with living. Whatever we did, whatever problems there were, they all vanished once we set foot on the Antebellum."

Though still trying to seem cheerful and lighthearted, it doesn't take an Arbite to know she means every word she says. For a moment her hands falter with your weapon, and she looks over at you.

"What do you think?" She asks.

>You can't just drop the past.
>A clean slate -does- make this job easier.
>I don't know what to think yet. Still deciding, myself.
>Other?

>>32166964
>I don't know what to think yet. Still deciding, myself.

>I don't know what to think yet. Still deciding, myself.

>>32166964
>I don't know what to think yet. Still deciding, myself.

>>32166964
>>I don't know what to think yet. Still deciding, myself.

>>32166964
>I don't know what to think yet. Still deciding, myself.
>A clean slate -does- make this job easier.
>You can't just drop the past.

In that order.

>>32167068
I'd say we go with this, since these answers don't really exclude one another and each has a point.

>>32167068
this, and mention that we didn't magically regrow our leg, the past will remain nigguh

>>32167118
But Melodi took care of that, so it's a non-issue. Especially since we've got a BETTER leg now. Still, maybe we can pat the leg in question for emphasis as we mention not being able to drop the past.

>>32166964

The urge for a Lho Stick grows dramatically as you ponder her words and question. Melodi patiently awaits your answer, and when you feel you've finally reached one you answer honestly.

"I don't know what to think yet," You say with a shrug. "Still deciding, myself."

"Yeah. That's understanda-" Melodi begins.

"I wasn't finished," You inform her lightly, and with an embarrassed laugh she nods for you to continue.

"A clean slate -does- make this job easier, without a doubt. I'll never have to worry about my brother or friends wondering about me. They know I'm dead. Technically."

The Tech Priest gives a smile at that, but it slowly vanishes as you lean down and give your new leg a few knocks.

"But even still, you can't just drop the past," You explain. "Trying to forget something ever happening isn't how you deal with a problem, it only makes it worse. I can't forget losing a leg to save a friend, but I don't want to either. It reminds me that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to save a friend, and I know I'll do it again. This new one is great, don't get me wrong, but I can't ignore it anymore than the rest of me."

You note that this is far from what Melodi was hoping to hear, judging by her reaction, but she nods all the same. She returns to her work and sighs, a wane smile on her face.

"Hey Mikkey," She says. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Stick to shooting things."

Your only response is to laugh, and after a moment Melodi joins you.

>Say/Ask something else? (What?)
>Bid farewell and set off. (Where?)

>>32167448
>Say/Ask something else? (What?)

What seriously? I was thinkingof publishing a series of self help books.

>Bid farewell and set off. (Where?)

Timespik to warp travel. The warp sings to me brothers

>>32167448
>Bid farewell and set off. (Where?)

Time to warp travel

>>32167448
"I dunno, I was thinking of becoming one of those sharpshooters that's also a philosopher and poet like on the holovids."

Timeskip to warp travel, make sure to let Melodi know we're coming down to talk again.

>>32167609
like this one but i would suggest we go see the priest instead of the time skip

>>32167448
>Say/Ask something else? (What?)
"Leaving philosophy behind, any idea where I can get a pack of smokes?"

(Sorry about that, folks. Grabbed a bite to eat.)

>>32167448

Recovering your composure, you push off of the wall and look for a clock, but find none.

"That's a real shame," You tell her. "I was hoping to go for the 'quiet but intelligent' type. Maybe write a self-help book while I'm here."

"Good luck with that, Mikkey boy," Melodi shakes her head, waving you goodbye with her mechadendrite.

You're almost away when something strikes you and you pause.

"Hey Melodi. Know where I could get a pack of smokes?" You ask.

"Office Quarters," She answers almost immediately, not bothering to turn around. "Talk to the barman and tell him your brand. He'll look after you."

"Much appreciated."

"It's why I'm here."

With that you part ways, Melodi's mechadendrite waving goodbye as you go on to search out your new objective. By the end of the day you've grabbed a pack of your favorite flavored Lho Sticks, turning in after a small dinner and a shower. Sleep comes with some effort, but you strike it up to pre-mission jitters. It's not the first time you've done this song and dance, but it'll be the first time while working for the Inquisition. No pressure.

The next morning you wake up early, getting a satisfying meal in you before heading down to check on Melodi. Though you have a sneaking suspicion that she was at it all night, she passes the whole thing off as a breeze. Now armed and armored, you're feeling old habits kick in as your helmet locks into place and you await the call.

A little before noon you and the rest of the team are called to the bridge, which by now is alive with activity as the crew prepares to exit the warp. You've had a few experiences in-transit before, but luckily nothing too scarring. Even so, you don't feel exceedingly lucky today.

(Cont.)

>>32168497
make shure we grab some nades for that launcher i am thinking vary high explosive or fire LOTS of fire

>>32168497

"Estimated time of arrival: five minutes," A crewman reports, and in the chaos Delmar simple nods, robes shimmering gold.

"Are we ready?" Christina asks, already in her gaudy power armor. Freshly cleaned and prepared it's a sight to see, if a bit much. You refrain from telling her about your latter thought.

"Warlock is awaiting launch, with Jaraax standing by right behind them," Vincent reports the names of the battalions being used for the operation. "Ready as we can be, ma'am."

"Good, good," She nods before turning to you, and though her face is hidden by her visor you can hear her smile. "Nervous, Lieutenant?"

>Utterly terrified, ma'am.
>Just the normal jitters. You?
>Ready to get back into things.
>Other?

>>32168601
>Shaking in my boots

>>32168601
>Hell can't be worse then the bugs ready to get back into things Miss

Rolled 95

>>32168601
>Just the normal jitters. You?

>>32168601
>>Ready to get back into things.

>>32168696
Maximum jitters, our skeleton will be rattling out of body shortly

>>32168601
>Just the normal jitters. You?

>>32168601
>Ready to get back into things.

>>32168601
>>Ready to get back into things.

>>32168601
>>Utterly terrified, ma'am.

>>32168904
>>32168635
Can we add to this
>Aliens? Nah. Working with the Inquisition? Utterly terrified.

>>32168925
I support this.

>Aliens? Nah. Working with the Inquisition? Utterly terrified.

>>32168925
I like it.

>>32168925
>Aliens? Nah. Working with the Inquisition? Utterly terrified.

This should be good

>>32168925

I like this.

>>32168601

A familiar anxiousness settles over you, but it's a welcome feeling. One you're used to.

"Aliens? Nah," You answer. "Working with the Inquisition? Utterly terrified."

"Good answer," She chuckles darkly, doing wonders for your morale.

As the minutes tick down you do a last minute equipment check, ensuring everything's set. You're grenade launcher inventory consists of four high explosive and two smoke rounds. For the hand-held variety you have two frag, two flash, and a smoke grenade. A standard load-out, all around. You consider bringing along flares, but the flashlight on your rifle and shoulder will probably cover things. Probably.

Soon the moment comes where warning lights spark to life, and as your stomach seems to fall you know you're out. Even so, you find yourself holding your breath until a crewman gives the all-clear.

"Not the most astonishing place," Delmar notes as images of the orange planet appear on a number of screens. "But I suppose it could have it's charms."

"Come down and experience it yourself, Captain," Christina suggests, getting a wholehearted chuckle from Delmar. "You might enjoy the change of atmosphere."

"Someone must keep a quick escape ready," He says. "Just in case."

"Ever the warrior," She notes wryly before turning to you and the others. "Well, off to it then. Let's not keep Eric waiting."

(Cont.)

>>32169215

Having been occupied with your own thoughts and worries over gear, you almost bowl straight into a large man in carapace. At first you mistake him for the Stormtrooper Gabriel, but oddly enough his armor is cloaked in the white and red of the Ecclesiarchy. Though that in of itself isn't overly concerning, what is are the number of tubes twisting and winding down the armor's chest, arms, and back.

"Apologies, Father," You quickly say as you walk.

"Perfectly alright, my son," Mikel answers, hefting an impressive weapon you weren't expecting. When he notices you staring he laughs. "My faith in the Emperor protects my soul. My skill with a shotgun protects my body."

>Good to know, Father.
>Is something wrong? What's with the tubes?
>Now that's a church slogan I can get behind.
>Other?

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>>32169261
>Show me your moves

>>32169261
>Good to know, Father.

>Now that's a church slogan I can get behind.

>>32169261
>Now that's a church slogan I can get behind.

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>>32169261
>Now that's a church slogan I can get behind.

>>32169261
>Now that's a church slogan I can get behind.

>>32169261

Staring for a few seconds, the only thing you can really do is smile and shake your head.

"Now that's a church slogan I can get behind," You tell him, and the Father nods in agreement.

You all reach the hangar bay shortly after to find Alpha already waiting. With Vincent leading the armsmen and Delmar being Delmar, that leaves Leo and Melodi on the ship, though you suppose neither of them would be much help in a firefight.

"Our main objective is the capitol city, and by that I mean the only city, of Aleso," Christina explains as you all board her transport; a heavily modified Aquila Lander. "The entire planet is dark, minus the beacon our agent has on him. We're fairly certain he's holed up in the PDF garrison, so that's where we'll start."

Everyone finds a seat and buckles in, and within moments you feel yourself going airborne. Opposite of you, Roxie is clutching at her stomach with her head tilted back.

"Everything alright, Sergeant?" You ask.

"I frakking hate flying," She mutters into her vox. "Always feel like I'm about to lose my lunch."

"Please lose it outside of my general direction," Jami requests.

"If it wasn't for this helmet I'd aim right for you, Jay," She promises, getting a chuckle from the rest of her team.

As you begin your descent the mood is a relaxed one, despite the uncertainty hanging around the rock below you all. Alpha makes small talk while Mikel seems to be in silent prayer. Christina, meanwhile, remains quiet on the outside, but the occasional nod hints at her using a private vox line inside her helmet. Being her bodyguard, you're given a much higher clearance level than most, and you've already memorized most of the major vox lines being used.

On the descent down, you decide to...

>Chat with Alpha.
>Listen in on Warlock's chatter.

>>32169839
>>32169839
>Listen in on Warlock's chatter.

Get in the zone

>Listen in on Warlock's chatter.
if things start going wrong he is going be the first one to know

>>32169839
>Listen in on the Warlock's chatter

Whoever Christina is talking to is Inquisitor business, we're just the mug who takes the bullet for her.

>>32169839
>Listen in on Warlock's chatter.
I'm all for talking with NPCs, but this is mission time

>>32169839
>>Listen in on Warlock's chatter.

>>32169839
>>Listen in on Warlock's chatter.

(Sometimes I feel like my laptop has an actual grudge against me.)

>>32169839

One of the advantages of having a fully enclosed suit of armor is being able to hold a conversation (or blast music) without the people near you hearing.

With no one paying you too much attention, you flip through the vox channels designated for Warlock. They left a time before you, so chances are they're just now deploying. After a few bursts of static voices begin to come through.

"-ting down in the market square, over."

"Roger, two. Three's inbound for that hospital on east-side. Throne, what's left of it anyways. Anybody got eyes on movement?"

"Negative... and Ack Ack said a thousand people live here? It's a frakking ghost town."

"My favorite."

"Enough, both of you. Proceed to your objectives and report your findings. No surprises."

You flip through a handful more.

"Wait, so she's coming HERE?"

"Yeah, man. Lady M herself."

"Well, shit."

"Uh huh."

"You heard him, people! Lock it down nice and pretty for the Lady!"

A flash of orange catches your eye and you turn to see the city displayed on a pictfeed inside the cabin, showing transports descending or rising from various parts of it. Far from the largest or most advanced city you've ever seen, you doubt it even has much of an undercity, if any at all. As you look on you see what the armsmen were talking about.

Aside from the transports and the men they dropped off, the entire place was utterly still and, you would wager a guess, quiet.

"We're setting down right on top of the main PDF garrison," Eric's voice comes through the Lander's speakers. "They've even rolled out the welcome wagon for us."

Everyone prepares to step off, and as you do the same you try and garner anything useful from the broadcasts.

>Report something to the Inquisitor?
>Say something to Alpha and Mikel.
>Don't both wasting your time and prepare to disembark.

>>32170848
>Don't both wasting your time and prepare to disembark.

>>32170848
Let everyone know that comms say that all the civilians are gone. That could be important

>>32170848
>Don't bother wasting your time and prepare to disembark.

>>32170848
>Don't both wasting your time and prepare to disembark.
time to be professional

>>32170848
>Report something to the Inquisitor?
Ask if people are always this jumpy when dealing with an inquisitor, say something doesn't feel right. Be prepared as Scar says.

>>32170848
>>Don't bother wasting your time and prepare to disembark.

She'll get the info soon enough.

>>32170848

>Report something to the Inquisitor?

Apparently hospital on the east side may have seen some action and there's reports of this place being abandoned

>>32170848
>Don't both wasting your time and prepare to disembark.
nothing of intrest that the Inquisitor needs to know now so just keep your eyes and ears open when we hit the ground

>>32170848
er hang on he says Lady M herself. her name dose not have a M in it that we know of be shure to be even more on guard then before somethings off here

>>32171284
the =][='s name is Christina Massey, or Lady Massey...

>>32170848

You've got a fairly good idea that, whatever you know, Christina probably knows more. With that in mind you decide it best to remain quiet and your rifle ready. A small shudder goes through ship as you land, and by the time the ramp begins to lowers you and the others are already moving.

Outside, you step down to the sight of your typical PDF headquarters. You mean that literally, as it's about as in shambles as every other PDF building you've seen. What looks to be a hastily made barricade lays shattered all around the front entrance and the stairway leading up to it. A platoon of armsmen mill about cautiously, lasguns at the ready. A squad greets you as you depart, snapping to attention with a man with bars of Lieutenant standing in front.

"Ma'am," He says, giving a crisp salute.

"What's the situation?" She asks, and as you look around you quickly notice the obvious.

Lots of battle damage.

Quite a bit of blood here and there.

But not a single body to be found.

"It's a mess, ma'am," The man informs her. "Looks like whatever happened here happened fast and dirty. We're working on cracking the door's security right now, so they should be done by the time you arrive. If you want, we co-"

"Secure the area and watch our backs, Lieutenant," Christina orders him, moving before he can reply. Wordlessly you, Alpha, and Mikel follow her through the destruction and up the stairway. True to his word, a number of armsmen are gathered around a pair of heavy metal doors that mark the entrance to the garrison. As you approach, however, you note what looks like claw marks on the metal with quiet unease.

(Cont.)

You heard him, people! Lock it down nice and pretty for the Lady!
now if the area was allready sealed and they did not know what happened why would they need to lock it down? pls bring this up with the inquisiter as soon as you can

>>32171510

"Waiting on you, ma'am," One of them says, and with a nod from her they key the console and the doors begin to open with a groan.

"Alpha, on me," Roxy said over her squad's vox. "Jami, take point."

For once the forlorn trooper gives no qualm, moving quickly and quietly inside with flashlight glowing bright as the squad vanishes into the darkness inside. After a few seconds the sergeant's voice came through again on the team's primary channel.

"Clear."

"After you, Lieutenant," Christina signals you forward, and with a flip of a switch you're illuminated as well.

Taking a breath, you enter.

Once more you're thankful for the secured armor, as you don't even want to think of the smell the room probably holds. More blood, a few hints of gore, and the scorch marks of lasfire is scattered about the front office. Behind the front desk, or what's left of it, Jonah seems to be trying to raise the computer's machine spirit, but to limited success.

"Anything useful?" Roxy asks.

"Give me five, maybe ten minutes," Jonah says, disappearing beneath the desk.

On either side of the desk a hallway branches off in either direction, though both lack any sort of light themselves.

"Where do you want us, ma'am?" Roxy asks.

"We find our man," Christina says, tapping her wrist. "Be a dear and keep an eye out for trouble while I do a bit of tracking."

While Dominic remains behind to watch over Jonah, the rest follow Christina down the left hall, weapons at the ready.

>Roll a 1d20. First three count.

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>>32171510
Dark Eldar fags incoming

Rolled 8

>>32171670
DICEDICEDICE

Rolled 12

>>32171670

Rolled 11

>>32171670
FOR THE DARK GODS

Rolled 20

>>32171679
>>32171695
>>32171705
1d100's have never looked so appealing

>>32171721
Oh you motherfucker.

>>32171721
I hate you

>>32171721
roll faster next time

Rolled 7

>>32171721
...

what is it with us rolling 12 all the time?

>>32171778
>Michael The Incredibly Average Bodyguard!

Rolled 7

>>32171721

Sheeeiittttt. Hope the author makes an exception with this roll...

Something about having luck and rolling the Nat 20 in a 40k quest seems very odd.

Maybe it's the whole SHITSUX part of 40k

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>>32164565
please tell me you are going to do that for every thread, that was great.
>>32171670
woohoo I caught up I hate having to work just when you start a thread. How much longer are you planing on going?

>>32172026
>>32171778

Turn off your die roll.

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Rolled 12

>>32172407

No.

>>32172407
Chill out anon.

You only take linked rolls, right Elijah?

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>>32172476

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Rolled 10

>>32172604

Oi m8 I'll bash ur fookin' head in I swears on me mums.

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>>32172604
>>32172634
>you two

>>32172634
oh a half time fight my money is on the blond

>>32172697
Mugi a shit.

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Rolled 12

>>32172697

You want some of this also you fuckin' DOUBLE HERETIC?

Rolled 14

>>32172726
hey with your average rolls BRING IT ON!

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Rolled 15

>>32172476
>>32172634
>>32172726

>12
>10
>12

Suck. My. DICK.

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Rolled 3

So who died first Op? Or his Laptop?

So is the QM dead or does it normally take this long between posts?

Rolled 11

>>32172823
hmm a 15 a difficult number but it is not all that high ROLLING!

I don't say this often, but god DAMN IT. My laptop's machine spirit has decided to be a complete and utter bitch, freezing and finally crashing after an hour of waiting. Now I'm on a friend's laptop, fighting the urge to toss my laptop out a window.

I can still soldier on if you guys want, but all my notes and the post that I had made went out the fucking window. Yes, I mad, but still willing.

What do, anons? Want me to keep going?

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Rolled 9

>>32172788
>>32172823

Oh yous wanna roll high huh?

>>32172842
i think the OP just simply cannot stop laughing and may be in the middle of a heart attack right this second.

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>>32172859

Write more or else we'll continue the shitposti- ah who am I kidding I'm still gonna.

>>32172859
I'm still here, if your willing to soldier on

>>32172859
Have at it if you feel like it. How long were you going to keep going? If it wasn't that long, meh. But if you still had a few hours in you, I wouldn't mind if you went off your notes

THE DICE HAVE SPOKEN!

Rolled 1

>>32172860
>>32172848
you have no room to talk you heretic with that small number my error however shall be rectified

>>32172925
Uh huh

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Rolled 5

>>32172925

NICE CRITICAL FAIL THERE FAGGOT.

Sure showed me!

>>32172890
>>32172897
Eh, it's almost midnight here, but I think I've got another hour or so in me before I can no longer function as a human. I guess we'll see.

On that note, where do you other anons live? I'm mainly curious to help me figure out how to schedule these things to where its convenient for most (can't please'em all) of us.

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Rolled 19

>>32172925
fixing the small number problem, eh?
YOU HAD ONE JOB, MOTHERFUCKER.
ONE JOB.
CUBAN PETE DISAPPROVES.

>>32172956
downunder anon here, its currently 2:51pm here

Rolled 8

>>32172859
We'll let you off if you let us use that 20 hue
Im going to pass out now keep wasting those horrible rolls anons

>>32172956
chicagofag here, its almost midnight but its a friday so i don't care as much.

Rolled 1

>>32172956
east coast. Almost every quest I follow starts after 9pm. It blows.

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Rolled 8

>>32172964
>19

Indeed, Cuban Pete is pissed.

>>32172943
........crap
>>32172977
well it seems i am not the only one who the emperor has forsaken this day

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>Shitty rolls.... shitty rolls everywhere

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>>32172996

It's because you're a Space Jew, heretic.

>>32172859
We are ready and willing.

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>>32173021

>>32173021
(Awkward chough)

>>32173021
>>32172977
>>32172925
>these completely useless faggots who cannot into rolling
plz stop.

testing something

>>32173021
well i know what i am but what dose that make you then sir?

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Rolled 1

>>32173044

Never.

>>32172956
Texas anon reporting.

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THE GODS HAVE SPOKEN UNTO ME AND THEY WHISPERED
>Git gud scrubs

Rolled 9

>>32173067
i- wat

stop it anon

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Rolled 2

>>32173021
>>32173067


DAMN two Nat 1s in a row. Dice Gods sure got a sense of humor sometimes.

Any chance these are 1d2O's? Or 1d1's?

Rolled 1

>>32173108
most of them are legit, unless they're spoofing them with invisible characters, but that usually breaks the dice and just ends up not rolling

>>32173075
Yet another Texas anon reporting.

Rolled 6

>>32173126
yea well look on the bright side all the ones are getting rolled out

>>32173126
>Rolled 1d2: 1
cool, seems that invisible characters just break dice unless someones found the code for invisible 0's

>>32173067
>>32173021
>>32172977
>>32172925
>>32173093
>>32173126
holy christ, anon plz stop, clearly if we were actually doing something right now the MC would die and the dice gods clearly want us to get gud.

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Rolled 3

>>32173108

Nope. 1d20 on my two Nat 1s and a 2 in 3 rolls.

Better to get rid of the bad luck before I'd fuck it up come actual rolling time.

>>32172956
Texasfag.

Rolled 7

>>32172956
west coast

>>32173126
We can all see you. Stop.

Rolled 82

>>32172956
Wisconsinfag reporting in. its only midnight over here

>>32173154
that last one you quoted was a 1d2

how many of you people don't use 4chan X and why not? it shows you what they roll in their post

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Rolled 15

>>32173154

Like I said, I'll continue to keep rolling even if the world and Dice Gods are against me. I'll keep rolling until the day I die.

>>32172956

california here, however due to my job my hours are eratic

>>32173156
or you can stop taunting the dice gods and just stop rolling altogether...

>>32173202
it wasn't meant to be hidden, I was testing invisible characters, that particular one was alt+0144 for an invisible space

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>>32173237

Never, that's just how I ROLL son!

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>>32172956
Hey there OP

I'm the anon who did the voice over introduction. I was pretty damn drunk and don't exactly remember doing it but sounded like it turned out less then shit. If you would like another one for the next thread post the lines near the end of this one and I'll try to get a working link so you can stick it in the OP of the next. If you want that is.

>>32171670

The scene before you continues to unfold as a grim one; a mixture of blood, gore, and the scorched hints of lasfire telling a bloody tale the farther down the hall you go. However, nothing seems to give a serious clue as to the who, what, and why.

It isn't until you turn the corner that you get your first major find. A bit obvious, but nonetheless surprising. It's writing on the wall, consisting of something oddly dark:

'HIS LIGHT BANISHES THE DARKNESS.'

"...huh," Is all Roxy can come up with as you all stare. "This bodes well."

"Yup," Gabriel grunts, hefting his melta. Good thing we're loaded for crazy."

As you continue farther inside more messages appear, each one more mad and bizarre than the last. However, one message in particular stops you dead in your tracks:

'BEGONE, DAEMONS!'

Suddenly, the darkness on either ends of the hall seem more pronounced than it did before. You try and fight the paranoia down, and for the most part you manage. Even still, you grip your rifle a bit tighter than you did before.

"Boss," Jonah's voice crackles into your helmet. "I'm in."

"And?" She asks, turning away from the words. "Don't leave us in suspense."

"Most of it's shit, but I can get some of the very basics like power consumption."

"And?"

"The entire base is dead... except for the armory. Looks like whatever reserve power this place has is being funneled into it."

"Let me guess," You say, looking to Christina. "That's where you're leading us?"

"I wasn't entirely sure it was the armory, but yes," She nods. "Is that a problem?"

"Of course not, ma'am," You're quick to assure her.

"Then let's go find out who's still alive," She says, oddly cheerful given the circumstances.

(Cont.)

>>32173270
(Oh, damn, that sound kickass. I think, since it'll more or less stay the same, voicing over the opening paragraph alone would work just fine, but I'll take whatever you're willing to give, friend.)

>>32173281

Perhaps the worst part so far is the fact that nothing has tried to kill you yet. At least then you'd have something to concentrate on. Instead, you watch the shadows and wait for it to happen.

However, the moment never comes and you reach the armory without incident.

Like a scaled-down version of the Antebellum's, the doors are durable things that look like they're been through quite the beating.

Alpha takes up position on either side preparing to breach, and with a nod from Christina you join them.

"Hold one," Jonah says, and a few moments later you hear the door's mechanisms begin to click and whirr.

"Popping the lock in three... two... one..."

>Roll a 1d20. First three count.

Rolled 10

>>32173417

Rolled 19

>>32173417
come on just scared shitless guardsmen.

Rolled 14

>>32173417

FOR THE EMPEROR!

>>32173435
not with that roll we are

Rolled 11

>>32173447
it could be a good thing and we actually saved important people instead of running into daemon rape hopefully.

Rolled 14

>>32173462

It's not rape if we're willing~!

>>32173417
I could also just make a generic one you can reuse despite what happened in the previous episode. Would make things simpler.

>>32173534
<3

>>32173537
(Sounds good to me.)

>>32173417

The door slides open and a flash bang goes flying through to begin a textbook breach and clear. It goes off a moment later, eliciting a surprised cry and sporadic gunfire from inside. And like that, you're in-

-and nearly blinded as, even as your visor darkens to maximum, what seems like another flash bang goes off right in front of you. However, there's no bang and it remains, and a few quick shots kill the lights in a shower of sparks.

"NO!" A voice cries from somewhere inside, and you make out a figure running for a side door. "LIGHT COMBATS THE DARKNESS!"

"Hold the hell up!" Roxy barks, but he doesn't seem too keen on stopping.

That is, until you intervene.

His uniform is ragged and dirty, but you can safely guess PDF. The pistol in his hand is a slugthrower, so you're relatively certain he couldn't do much harm to you. With that thought process, you cut him off just before he hits the door.

"LIGHT COMBA-"

You've never been on the receiving end, but you can guess getting hit by a man armored in carapace is a bit like going up against a freight train. You both slam into the wall, and you hear the man's pistol go clattering away as he squirms in your grip.

>TROOPER, WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?
>Hey, calm it down! We're friendlies!
>Hold him quietly and look scary while the others question him.

>TROOPER, WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?

>>32173618
>TROOPER, WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?
get him to fall back on his training

>>32173618
Oh god this is halo 1 all over again.

>>32173618
>Hold him quietly and look scary while the others question him.

>>32173618
>>TROOPER, WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?

>>32173618
>>TROOPER, WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?
DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE FACE OF MERCY?

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>>32173618
> TROOPER, WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?

I AM GUNNERY SERGEANT HARTMANN!

>>32173618
>>TROOPER, WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?

>>32173270
You are a pretty cool one anon.

>>32173618
>>TROOPER, WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?

>>32173618

The man struggles, but you keep him firmly in hand as you pin him against the wall.

"TROOPER," You bark, voice amplified by your helmet's speakers. "WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION?"

The man flinches, as if struck, but if anything it redoubles his efforts.

"DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU FREAKS," He screams. "I WON'T BE LIKE YOU, I'LL DIE FIRST!"

He looks to be in a whole other world, trying to force himself free one last time before finally losing his strength and collapsing against you, sobbing.

"Throne on Earth..." You hear Roxy mutter.

>Drop him.
>It's alright, trooper. You're safe now.
>Look to the others for help.
>Other?

>>32173831
>Look to the others for help.

>>32173831
"It's alright, trooper. You're safe now.
Let's see if we can coax some more out of him

>It's alright, trooper You're safe now ah father Mikel a little help here?

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>>32173831
>It's alright, trooper. You're safe now.

Manly hugs for everyone! Oh, its just you. I guess you get ALL THE HUGS!

>>32173831
>Drop him.
>It's alright, trooper. You're safe now.

>>32173831
>>It's alright, trooper. You're safe now.

>>32173831
>It's alright, trooper. You're safe now.
"Now on your feet man. We aren't dead yet."

>>32173863
Seconding this.

>'A man who has nothing, can still have faith!'

>>32173831
seconding >>32173863

lets get the good Father in here

Rolled 1

>>32173863
>It's alright, trooper You're safe now ah father Mikel a little help here?

This. The Good Fathers always know what to say.

Except if it's a Catholic Father talking to a little boy.

>>32173831

You want to say this is new, but a nagging feeling says something like this has happened to you before. Careful to keep his hands away from any sort of weapon, you give the man a few light pats on the back.

"It's alright, trooper," You tell him, tone softening. "You're safe now."

"No, no, no," The man whimpers, beginning to shake. "No it's not. Nowhere's safe. They're everywhere. They see EVERYTHING."

"Who?" You ask, and feel the man shudder violently. When he speaks next, it's nothing more than a whisper.

"The monsters."

He goes limp once more, and you're not sure if he's blacked out or finally snapped. All the same, you nod your thanks when Father Mikel picks the man up off you and set him onto a nearby table.

However, as he begins to tend to the man and the squad gathers round you realize something.

Lady Massey's missing.

Or so you think, for one panicking moment, before you hear the clank of powered armored boots and see her appear from the same door the man had hoped to find safety in.

"Well, I have good news and I have bad news," She reports.

"The good news?" You ask.

"I've found the beacon," She says, holding up what you think is a high tech dataslate of some sort.

"And... the bad?"

"Our man's nowhere to be seen. Or anyone else, for that matter."

_______________

Sorry folks, but I'm gonna end it here. I apologize for the hiccup tonight, but I can in no way promise it won't happen again. Being nearly five years old, my laptop has created a burning hatred for me, and I of it.

Still, hope you all had fun. G'night.

>>32174070
If OP wanted a roll with that choice, it might have gone that way...

Rolled 14

>>32174098
>implying you wouldn't want it that way.

>>32174078
Thanks for the thread op, whens the next session time?

>>32174078
Thanks for running OP. And why are all the quests today ending on cliff-hangers?

>>32174119

Oh boy, good question. First, I need to appease the machine spirit of my device and go from there. Maybe a thread Sunday, but my hands are tied tomorrow. Or today, as it currently stands.

Anymore questions before I head out?

>>32174143

To make sure we keep our players interested when shit like this happens.

>>32174169
Out of curiosity, what are you hoping to do with this quest? It is a WH40k Slice of Life quest, or Serenity in WH40k?

>>32174198
That's a good question, actually. I think a bit of both sums it up rather well, since I plan on there being more to this quest than just constant exterminatus and xeno dicking (Metaphorically).

>Nodo treachery

Ok Captcha, calm down...

>>32174078
Haha, night.

Thanks for running.