>>32419406

You step off the Lander to find the hangar bay filled with Medicae personnel, Melodi included, seeing to the various wounded armsmen scattered about. Minus Dominic, who was whisked away to have his arm seen to, the majority of the team you went down with come back unscathed. You're not sure if this is a rare occurrence, and you're not in much of a hurry to ask.

"I think that's enough adventure for one day," Christina says, inspecting the bay. "Dismissed, all of you. I'll contact you if you're needed."

The others disembark and take their leave, but you linger at the base of the ramp. You're fairly new to the ship, but by now you've got a fairly basic idea of where everything is. Even still, after all that you're a little curious what Christina has planned next.

>Tag along with Alpha.
>Go with Vincent.
>Stay with the Inquisitor.
>Other?

>>32419614
>Stay with the Inquisitor.

Nice, time for bodyguading.

>>32419614
>Stay with the Inquisitor.

>>32419614
Stick with the Inquisitor till dismissed

>>32419614
>Stay with the Inquisitor.

>>32419614
>>Tag along with Alpha.
I shall be the oddball

>>32419919
>I shall be the heretic
ftfy

>>32419614

You decide to wait dutifully as Christina makes her way down, armor still splattered with xeno blood.

"I did say -all-, Lieutenant," She tells you, a hint of curiosity in her tone.

"Begging your pardon, ma'am, but after all that I think I'll tag along with you for a bit longer," You answer with a shrug. "Besides, I was a bit curious on what you're doing next."

"Well first, I'm getting out of this armor," She sighs. "Damned thing is life saver when its needed, but a pain in the ass when its not."

Cracking a smirk behind your helmet, you fall in step behind her as you depart the hangar bay. You board the elevator once more, though this time you hear a faint but noticeable groan when Christina enters in her gear. Keying the button for the suites for her, it begins to ascend.

>"So how'd you come across shinny kit like that, ma'am?"
>"Never thought I'd feel sorry for an elevator."
>Remain silent.
>Other?

>>32420165
"How many Xenos do I have to kill to get me one of those?"

>>32420165
>>Remain silent.
Let's try that for once.

>>32420165
>"So how'd you come across shinny kit like that, ma'am?"

>>32420165
>Remain silent.

>>32420165
>Remain silent.

>>32419959
Yes

>>32420165
>>"So how'd you come across shinny kit like that, ma'am?"

>>32420518
What's this? NON-CONSENSUS!? *BLAM*

>>32420165
>>"Never thought I'd feel sorry for an elevator.

>>32420165

The ride goes on in silence, and you find yourself shuffling uneasily as it stretches on. There was rarely a time, if ever, where you simply went through a single battle and called it there. Instead, there was always a threat or possible threat hanging in the air with the distant sounds of battle always present. Already, you can tell this isn't going to be the most enjoyable experience getting used to the change in procedure.

You're not sure if Christina can tell how tense you still are, but if she can she refrains from commenting on it. Instead, she simply steps off when the doors finally open and a familiar stretch of overly expensive carpet and decorations greet you.

You weren't quite sure where the Inquisitor lived, but you were somewhat expecting a smaller level of grander of Delmar's quarters. However, when she comes to a stop it's at one similar to yours and Leo's.

"Don't you want to change into something comfortable as well, Lieutenant?" Christina asks as she ducks inside.

"I am comfortable, ma'am," You answer, slightly confused. This is the first set of armor that's actually fit you like it was meant to. Why wouldn't it be comfortable?

The chuckle that she gives you only adds to your uncertainty, but you decide to not dwell on it. Instead, you turn when you hear a familiar buzz to see Jeeves approaching, happily bobbing as he goes.

"Master Dunkin!" He greets you. "What a pleasure to see you still in good health. Tell me, did you enjoy your first outing with Lady Massey?"

>"'Enjoy' is a bit generous..."
>"I've still got all my bits, so I'd say it went well."
>"Is she always so quick to kill off her goons?"
>Other?

>>32420681
>"I've still got all my bits, so I'd say it went well."

>>32420681
>Other?
Oh yes!

>>32420681
>>"I've still got all my bits, so I'd say it went well."

>>32420681
>"I've still got all my bits, so I'd say it went well.

>>32420728
"What's not to enjoy?"

>>32420681

"I've still got all my bits, so I'd say it went well," You answer. "How have things gone since we left?"

"You gave us quite the scare when night fell, but I assured Captain Delmar it would take much more than several hundred flesh eating xenos to kill you or the Inquisitor."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," You chuckle. "Enjoying your new surroundings?"

"Certainly so. There's ever so much to clean, new places to explore, and fresh crew to scare the Emperor out of. I must thank you again, Master Dunkin."

"Just make sure you don't do something that could get me on Christina's bad side."

"Oh, of course. Though I must say there are few that can accomplish such a task. Few that are still alive, at least."

With that cheery bit of information Jeeves takes his leave, disappearing around a corner and out of sight. Eventually Christina finally emerges from her room, back in the fatigues you first saw her in and looking much more relaxed. Her hair now sits in a pony-tail, coming down almost to the small of her back.

"That's better," She sighs happily. "Ready?"

>"Lead on, ma'am."
>"I was starting to think you'd gotten lost."
>Other?

>>32421146
>>"Lead on, ma'am."

>>32421146
>"Lead on, ma'am."

>>32421146
>>"I was starting to think you'd gotten lost."

>>32421146
>"Lead on, ma'am."

>>32421146
>"I was starting to think you'd gotten lost."

>>32421146
>>"Lead on, ma'am."

>>32421146

"Lead on, ma'am," You signal forward.

With that you start off once more, returning to the elevator and starting downwards.

"Tell me, Lieutenant. What do you know of xenos?" Christina asks, seemingly out of the blue.

"Anything in particular?" You ask, and get a shake of the head. "I know most of them are out to kill you. They just do it in different wars."

"And how many have you met, not counting our most recent confrontation?"

Now THAT'S a good question. Orks are hardly a forgettable experience, and the same goes for Tyranids. The others, though...

"I guess I've killed my fair share of the typical bunch," You shrug. "Though I've never killed a Necron, whatever that is, or an Eldar. I thi-"

"I didn't ask if you've killed them. I know you've done that well," She interrupts you. "I said have you ever met one? As in, not immediately try to kill one another?"

"I don't... believe so," You answer, unsure how you're supposed to answer that. "Usually they're too busy trying to eat, stab, or shoot me to talk. I just return the favor. The shooting and stabbing part, at least."

"But what if you could? Say you run into a Tau, or an Eldar on the street? Would you listen if they talked?" Though her tone is casual, she's watching you with a gleam in her eye you don't like one bit.

>"Only good xeno is a dead xeno, ma'am."
>"I guess it would depend on what they had to say."
>"So long as they stayed civil, I don't see why not."

>>32421850
>"I guess it would depend on what they had to say."

>>32421850
>"I guess it would depend on what they had to say."

>>32421850
>"Only good xeno is a dead xeno, ma'am."
Maybe i'm paranoid but it feels like a trap.

>>32421850
>"I guess it would depend on what they had to say."

In the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, there is only trueish neutral.

>>32421850
well ma'am In that situation I would just folow your lead

>>32421850
Ma'am I am trained to shoot and not ask questions. Asking questions leads to being blam'd by a commisar, or worse taken for a ride in the Inquisition van.

>>32421850
>"I guess it would depend on what they had to say."

>>32421957
Does the van have candy?

>>32421850
I'm stuck somewhere between:
>"Only good xeno is a dead xeno, ma'am."
And
>"I guess it would depend on what they had to say."

Something like "I might listen to them if I had my weapons handy"

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>>32422051
I've waited a long time to use this pic.

>>32422051
Most certainly, though beside the Inquistor no one ever lived to tell if they where tasty

>>32421850
If only to better understand how to purge them ma'am.

>>32422195
CREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDWHERE ARE YOU?!!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!?

>>32422337
*BLAM* No! It goes CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!

>>32421850

This is a trap.

Right?

This feels like a no-win situation no matter what you say. However, you can't just -not- answer her. Taking a moment to mull over her question, you come up with an answer.

"I guess it would depend on what they had to say," You tell her, and wait for the Commissar to jump from the shadows and start shooting.

However, rather than that Christina does something unexpected.

She smiles.

Not her typical 'I am going to purge you into the next life' smile either, but something bordering on being genuine.

"Very good," She tells you. "In my line of work, a pragmatic view gets you farther than leaning too far one way or the other. Understand?"

"I'm a soldier, not an idiot," You tell her lamely. "Ma'am."

"Quite right."

You were a bit too worried for your life to notice, but now you see that you've delved much deeper into the ship than ever before. Not long after this discovery the doors open to reveal a barren, much more subdued hallway laying out before you. It looks more like something you'd find inside a hospital rather than the ship of a Rogue Trader.

"You should count yourself lucky," Christina tells you. "Few people get to come down to these parts."

"Good to know," You murmur.

Shortly after you leave the elevator you run into a pair of combat servitors nosily patrolling the halls, bolters at the ready. It isn't long before you find out why. You hear... -something- farther down the hall, but you don't go any farther. Instead, Christina pauses at a console next to a pair of large metal doors and activates it.

(Cont.)

>>32421850
>"I guess it would depend on what they had to say."
Nice just got back from a great lunch and saw this running, good day.

>>32422475
>High Impact Xeno Diplomacy Incoming

>>32422475
BRING ME YOUR ELF WOMEN, SO I MAY BREED WARRIORS

>>32422475

With surprising ease they glide open without a sound, opening to reveal a lab full of various men and women in the robes of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Armsmen sporting heavy armor and heavier weapons dot the walls, almost all of them warily staring at the various xenos laying dissected on tables in the center of the room. Most are grown, but you notice one of the babies among them.

"Ah, Inquisitor," A brunette oddly lacking any major augmentations greets her curtly. Her accent is almost as strange as Delmar's, and again you find yourself at a loss. "I vas wondering when you would arrive. I suspect you're simply brimming with excitement like I am."

"Certainly," Christina says in a tone that says otherwise. "Lieutenant, this is Magos Xenologis Lea Koehler. She leads my research team in studying various xenos and related items."

"I would apologize for the mess, but it's not ever day we discover a new species," Lea beams. "The live specimens we've acquired are remarkable things, truly."

Waving you toward a wall-spanning glass window at the back of the lab you first took to be a chalk board, you find that whatever's on the other side is cloaked in complete darkness.

"What of the carrier?" Christina asks, attempting to find something within with you.

"She expired shorty after she arrived," Lea says, not sounding too upset over it. "Thankfully, the offspring are safe and under observation now. We're still looking into finding out just how they reproduce."

Curious as to see what the two you captured are up to, you lean closer to the glass and peer inside, trying to catch any sort of movement that might be within.

>Roll for Fun!

Rolled 19

>>32422739

Rolled 1

>>32422739
1

Rolled 3

>>32422739
broken glass?

>>32422784
Oh god why

>>32422803
we have some xenos on the loose: Riddick style.

>>32422784
He called it. I'm kinda impressed.

Rolled 16

>>32422784
>{FaceHugging Intensifies}

Rolled 13

>>32422739
Rolland

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>>32422784
Ok, I'm gonna sit out rolling for the rest of the thread.

>>32422739

Your helmet actually helps your vision to an extent, but the glass and all the lab equipment lessens the fact. Still, you quickly pick up something t-

You almost feel the impact more than hear it, but all the same you find yourself down on your rump and a large spiderweb pattern on the glass where your face had been moments before. Now this close to the glass, one of the creatures seems to watch you specifically.

"Lea," Christina's tone is strained but low. "That glass is reinforced."

"It is," The Magos replies.

"It's also one-way."

"...it is."

"Lieutenant. Back away. Slowly."

Getting to your feet with painful slowness, the thing follows you the entire time. It isn't until a nearby Biologis Adept cues the lights that it changes. In the cell, flood lights pour in and reveal a sizable holding cell with several holes to hide in. Even still, it isn't until the thing's skin starts to smoke that it pulls away and trots off to safety.

It's only then that you realize you were holding your breath, and as one you and the others release.

"I think it likes you," Christina says, back to her old ways already. "I also think I'd like to have a word with whoever installed this glass."

"Agreed," Lea mutters.

Dusting yourself off, you turn to the two women.

>"They could make a good weapon, if used right."
>"Those things need to be put down. Now."
>"This can't possibly end badly, ma'am's."
>Other?

>>32423291
>"I heard what it had to say, can I kill it now?"

>>32423291
>"This can't possibly end badly, ma'am's."

Interesting that the blighter could sense us though. Warp sesne? or heart/heat detection or electromagnetic detection?

Either way, finding out how it sees is half the battle to eradicating them.

>>32423291
>"This can't possibly end badly, ma'am's."

>>32423291
>"This can't possibly end badly, ma'am's."
Cause I'm interested in how sarcastic we can be

>>32423291
>"This can't possibly end badly, ma'am's."
I am glad to be here as a part of this mission.

>>32423291
>"This can't possibly end badly, ma'am's."

>>32423291
>>"This can't possibly end badly, ma'am's."
"I personally recommend fire"

>>32423291
>>"This can't possibly end badly, ma'am's."
My one none heretic moment probably.

>>32420587
That stung slightly

>>32423291
>>"This can't possibly end badly, ma'am's."
Ask Christina if she's one of the rumored radical Inquistor we've heard about.

>>32423536
No let's not

>>32423291

You've seen enough bad holodramas to know that this can only end one way if not stopped early.

"This can't possibly end badly, ma'am's," You deadpan.

"Oh, I agree," Lea says, seemingly oblivious to your sarcasm. "Their ability to see-or perhaps sense- in utter darkness could bring us a world of possibility's."

"I can understand your worry, Lieutenant," Christina sighs. "But we rarely make progress by killing everything we come across."

"It's worked for me so far," You answer, getting a bemused smirk from her.

"I'm sure," She says before turning to Lea. "What do you know so far?"

"Fascinating. Simply fascinating," The Magos answers, looking into the cell. "Though they lack any plainly visible ways of sight or smell, their sensory organs are obviously designed to thrive in low or no light conditions. If we could perhaps learn to adapt it for use on our troops..."

"Do check with me first before you attempt anything drastic," Christina suggests/orders, before giving you a wink. "I'm sure the Lieutenant here would love to be your first test subject, being the hero that he is."

"I will hold you to that," Lea grins, excitedly moving to converse with a number of her companions before you can object.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" You ask as you both begin to leave.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" She laughs it off, but it does little to waylay your worries. If anything, it makes them worse.

You board the elevator once more with a familiar but ever unpleasant feeling in your gut.

"I need to have a word with Delmar about our next destination, and then send word of my findings to a friend," She tells you. "Fairly boring stuff, all told, and I heard Vincent talk of seeing you rewarded for your efforts on Dwimos. Excess drinking, I'd wager. If you wish to investigate, I certainly won't hold it against you."

>Find das Commander.
>Track down someone else. (Who?)
>Stay with the Inquisitor.

>>32423756
>Stay with the Inquisitor.

>>32423756
>>Track down someone else. (Who?)
Alpha, or maybe the lucky guardian/the survivor

>>32423756
>Find das Commander.
BOOZE.

>>32423756
>Stay with the Inquisitor.
I want to point out that one way glass only works when there is a lit room were the darkened glass is. otherwise the dark room can see into the other room just fine.

>>32423756
>Find das Commander
Lets drink

>>32423756
>>32423811
Oh yeah Hassien I think his name was lets find him. He did pretty well pulled our ass outa the water.

>>32423905
>Good job there guardian, guess it's your luck finaly got the better of you.
>What do you mean sir?
>In the likely event of my death, I forwarded your name to be my successor, Congratulation, you're number 15(or wichever number that'll be)

>>32423756
>Find das Commander.

>>32423974
heh. So cold, might as well just make him our bodyguard.

>>32424051
A fate worst than dying a heretics death.

>>32423756

The elevator starts up once more and you're grateful to be leaving that place behind.

"Getting shitfaced after a mission?" You ask. "Sounds pretty good to me."

"I thought as much," Christina muses. "Have fun. You've earned it."

Soon enough you're back to the main barracks level, and after you bid goodbye to Christina you set off to find Vincent. Though it isn't Vincent, an armsmen does notice you and quickly urges you to follow him.

You're in foreign territory here, so you stick close to the man. Soon you turn a corner and find Vincent waiting at an intersection, leaned up against a wall with his arms crossed. When he sees you he pushed himself off and turns to face you, smiling.

"Lieutenant," He greets. "Just the man I was looking for."

>Roll it.

Rolled 11

>>32424243
Please no face hugger hiding in my pants.

Rolled 18

>>32424243

Rolled 6

>>32424243

Rolled 15

>>32424292
Dodging like a true imperial citizen

Rolled 4

>>32424243
>>32424243

>>32424292
Ten bucks says he is going to try and gut punch us

>>32424432
I kinda feel sorry for him. We have done nothing but show him up since we got here.

>>32424243

Five Armsmen, all dressed in armor and camo cloaks, tackle you seemingly out of nowhere. You hit the wall, hard, but your own armor softens the blow and you turn to face them. You fight free of their grip, sending one tumbling backward with a blow to the stomach before another manages to jump on you from behind. You rear back and slam him into the wall, and his grip lessens enough for you to throw him off.

By then three more have joined the fray, armed with restraining wire. As another goes down from a headbutt from you before they finally bring you down to the floor, kicking all the while. However, they manage to restrain you and you find yourself being dragged into a nearby storage room.

Someone yanks off your helmet as you're thrown onto a table, and you crane your head to glare at Vincent as he enters, casual as you please.

"Commander!" You growl. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Chuckling, the Commander squats down in front of you and grins.

"Do you know how many people have come between me and my boys?" He asks you.

"No clue," You answer, calmer but no less agitated.

"Four," He answers. "And I've got four graves I'll never lose sleep over."

Vincent stands and nods to one of the armsmen.

"Hassan. Do it."

You vaguely remember Jeeves saying that, in case of emergency, your carapace can be removed via a handful of well-hidden latches. Feeling something off, you turn to find your right arm free of it's armor, which now pools around your bound wrist, with Hassan approaching. He's carrying a portable inking machine, with a sizable reserve of the stuff under his arm.

You struggle once more to free yourself, but by then there's simply too many. Pain lances up your arm as the armsman begins his work, but by now most of your ire is gone.

"You're all crazy," You laugh, though you have no clue why. "All of you."

"Yeah," Vincent nods. "But ain't we all, Mikkey boy?"

(Cont.)

>>32424766
shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit

>>32424766
You know if you wanted us to get a tattoo you just had to ask!

>>32424766
We aren't getting out of this one are we?

>>32424829
Not part of the fun.

>>32424766
shit, what would have happened if we rolled a 1?

>>32424766
Something similar happened in a book I was once reading. OP have you ever once read Halo: The Cole Protocol?

>>32424871
He would have burst into flames and swore fealty to us

>>32424871

I think the roll was for how shitty our forced tattoo is. I have no idea how we're retrained with an 18.

>>32424998
this, did we need a nat 20 or some bullshit?

>>32425021
Nah man, nat 20 we would fight so hard they would have to knock us pout and end up with a super detailed tat.

>>32424998
I imagine so, 1 woulda been a dick 20 a dick exterminating a planet

>>32424998
I think the roll was for how well the joke played out i.e. a 1 probably would have had us beating those guys into the ground whilst with the 18 no one got hurt and we realised what they were doing

>>32424766

After a minute or two the constant buzzing of the machine halts and you feel your restraints loosening. Leaning up, you go to fix your armor before Vincent stops you.

"It's because of you my people made it back," He tells you, his mood having taken a turn for the serious.

"Anybody would have done the same," You go to shrug it off, but wince at the motion.

"No," He shakes his head. "Anybody else would have stood by and let'em die. We owe you, Mike. You ever need help from an Armsman, just roll up your sleeve and ask."

Looking down at your new tattoo, you take a moment to inspect it. It's an oddly fitting one; a skull sporting an olive beret, with crisscrossed daggers behind it. Underneath it is something in what you guess is High Gothic, but you don't know the phrase.

Hesitantly, you decide to keep your sleeve off and allow your skin room to breath as you stand. When you step outside, though, it seems all of Warlock is standing in the corridor. Rather than the wide-eyed shock and adoration when you beat Vincent in the ring, the looks from these men is simple quiet respect. However, a number of them give you a slap on the back or-more commonly- on your now highly sensitive arm.

"Alright, ya mongrels," Vincent calls. "Show's over."

Begrudgingly, the armsmen begin to thin out as Vincent holds out your helmet, wearing his typical grin.

"Not so bad, was it?"

>Hit him. (Roll it.)
>"Do something like this again, and I'll kill you."
>"You could of just asked, you know."
>Other?

>>32425114
>"You could of just asked, you know."

Rolled 14

>>32425114
>Hit him. (Roll it.)
>inb4 we accidentally kill him

>>32424998
I think it was for how easily we go down. We held or own for a while against like 8 professional stealthy troopers who got the drop on us

>>32424871
>>32424897
>>32424998
>>32425021
>>32425051
>>32425059
>>32425102

It was part combat roll, part endurance to see how well you took it. A 20 would have killed (or at least knocked out) everyone, but with this you managed to kick several of their asses and go through the tattoo without complaint.

>>32425114
>sporting an olive beret, with crisscrossed daggers behind.
Wait a minute....

Rolled 3

>>32425114
>Hit him. (Roll it.)
He would expect nothing less after that
>"You could of just asked, you know."

>>32425114
>"You could of just asked, you know."

Rolled 1

>>32425208
heck I'll hit him too.

>>32425114
>"You could of just asked, you know."

>>32425223
Congrats man.
you just broke his jaw and your hand.

>>32425114
>"You could of just asked, you know."
Hit enough people already, I just want mah drink.

>>32425114
>"You could of just asked, you know."

>>32425114
>"You could of just asked, you know."

>>32425114
>>"You could of just asked, you know."

>>32425114
Yeah, just got here at the good part!

>"You could of just asked, you know."

>>32424879
(Nope. Never heard of it. Not at all one of my favorite moments of the series, either.)

>>32425114

"You could have just asked, you know," You dryly inform him.

"What? And miss out on half the fun?" Vincent snorts. "I think you broke Qual's nose and busted one'a Yin's lungs."

"Are you serious?" You ask, pausing. Sure you'd fought back, but you didn't mean to...

"Nah, I'm just fuckin' with ya," Vincent snorts. "About the lung, at least. Qual looks even uglier than before."

"Greaaaat."

"Now, how about we celebrate your first run as Lucky Thirteen?" He asks. "Drinks are on me."

>Join him.
>"After all that, I think I'd prefer to stay sober." (Where do you go?)

>>32425544
>Join him

>>32425544
>Join him.

Emperor protect our liver.

>>32425544
join him..

ITS FROM STARSHIP TROOPERS YA GROTS

>>32425544
>Join him.

We pretty much got outright permission from our employer to enjoy ourselves. Let's get FARKED.

>Join him.
got plenty of time to wonder around tomarrow today we get drunk!

>>32425544
>Join him.

>>32425544
>TURN DOWN FOR WHAT?!!

>>32425544
ALCOHOL FOR THE ALCOHOL GODS! LET THE CORRUPTION BEGIN!

>>32425544

"Hell yeah," You tell him, now seriously in the mood to get drunk.

"That'a boy," Vincent chuckles. "Come on!"

With your sleeve stuffed into your helmet, and helmet in the crook of your good arm, you're led to a much larger and more crowded version of the Officers Quarters above. The mood is a lively one as armsmen play cards, shoot pool, shout at various pictfeeds showing a scrum-ball game, or throw knives at a wall nearby.

However, the thing Vincent drags you to is the bar in the center, easily the most popular attraction here. However, when the both of you near room quickly appears as men offer you their spots. You thank them both before taking a seat.

"What'll it be?" The bartender asks.

"Amasec," You answer, not really knowing anything else.

"Same here," Vincent adds, and with a simple nod the man takes his leave.

Before long you've both got a glass and are happily draining away at them, already starting a small pile and looking over the room as you do.

"Did you do stuff like this with the old bunch?" He asks, waving vaguely to his surroundings.

"When we could," You tell him. "Not that we got to do it often, though."

"I know that feelin' too well."

>Question him about the tattoo.
>Ask about him and the Inquisitor.
>Shoot the shit with war stories.
>Other?

>>32425951
>>Question him about the tattoo.

>>32425988

>>32425951
>Question him about the tattoo.

>>32425951
>Shoot the with war stories

Duh, what do old vets do best when drunk?

Tell him about that time with the gretchin launcher.

>>32425951
>Ask about him and the Inquisitor.
I'd like to do all but I'll settle with this.

>>32425951
>war stories

>>32425951
>Question him about the tattoo.

>>32425951

"So... this tattoo..." You begin, looking over the item in question. "I'm guessing it has a story behind it?"

"We pick up a lot'a different people to work for the Lady. Always good to give'em something to stick together with," Vincent shrugs. "Why not a tattoo?"

"Bullshit. There's more to it than that."

"A little bit," He chuckles, saying the phrase in a tongue you're not even going to attempt. "'The Best. The Last.' A little something from a long time ago, when I was younger and a lot more stupid."

"Your old unit?"

"Something like that. I gotta say I'm a little surprised, to be honest. You never got a tat before now?"

"Never had the time or want. Mom's gonna be so proud."

"Heh. I don't doubt it."

You raise a glass to him.

"The Best," You say.

"The Last," Vincent grins, joining your toast and downing his drink.

>Ask about him and the Inquisitor.
>Shoot the shit with war stories.
>Challenge him to something. (Drinking/Knives/Cards/Pool/Other?)
>Other?

>Roll for liver fortitude. For Fun!

Rolled 17

>>32426430
>Shoot the war with war stories.
We need him drunker to ask about the Inquisitor.

>>32426430
>Shoot the shit with war stories

We need to be WAY drunker for competitions, otherwise it's no fun.

>"Lieutenant, what happened to your fingers?"
>"Decided to lose some weight, ma'am. Seemed like a quick-fix."

>>32426430
ask him if he know's the inquisitor REALLY good or just good? ;D

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>>32426430
>Shoot the shit with war stories.
>>32426460
I agree.

Rolled 17

>>32426493
Oh and rolling.

Shots? Shots! Shots! Shots!

Rolled 15

>>32426430
>"'The Best. The Last.'
Wait a goddam minute...
Is that those Welsh, Irish, Scottish tree ninjas?

>Shoot the shit with war stories.

>>32426430
>>Shoot the shit with war stories.

>>32426460
>>32426511
>>32426522
>>32426524

Hory shreeet. If Tequila wasn't a thing in the 40k universe, it certainly is now.

>>32426511
I REALLY AGREE apparently. Also showin him up again haha
First 20 yay.

>>32426524
That's the Tanith 'First and Only'.

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>>32426562
Noice one, mate.

>>32426430

Maybe it's the adrenaline still hanging around. Maybe it's just really shitty Amasec. No matter what the reason, though, you're over half a dozen drinks in and have yet to really feel anything from it. Vincent, for his part, seems to be the same. With the bottle count rising between the both of you, you decide to recount times of your younger days.

Damn. Can one really have 'younger days' when you're only twenty six?

You shrug it off and decide to try and find an answer in your bottle, and before long you forget what you were wondering about.

"...and so I pull the trigger, and you know what comes out?" You snort, nearly losing your drink. "An Emperor-forsaken Gretchin! Oh, Throne, you should have seen that little guy fly."

"Oh, that's nothing," Vincent assures you. "Let me tell you about the time I found a krak grenade when I was drunk off my ass. You see, the Tau get real pissed when you barge into their camp and start demandin' their Amasec..."

For the first time since you arrived you find yourself in the company of a fellow dog soldier, sharing your opinions on most everything from alcohol to how to 'accidentally' help your superiors.

The entire time, the drink count rises.

>Ask about him and the Inquisitor.
>Ask for his opinion on the others. (Anyone in particular?)
>Challenge him to something. (Drinking/Knives/Cards/Pool/Other?)
>Other?

>Roll for liver fortitude. For Fun!

Rolled 9

>>32426841
Ask him about our chances with melodi. .. and the inquisitor.

Rolled 17

>>32426841
>>Ask about him and the Inquisitor.

>>32426841
>Ask about him and the Inquisitor.

Rolled 10

>>32426841
>Ask for his opinion on the others (Alpha Team)

They're the ones we're likely to be actually fighting alongside for the most part, we don't know them nearly as well as Vincent would.

And best to talk about others before we start asking about our employer.

>>32426912
OUR LIVER REMAINS STRONG BROTHERS!

THE SPACE WOLVES WOULD BE PROUD,
Okay not that far, maybe a little impressed/surprised

>>32426841
This >>32426986

Rolled 15

>>32426986
Second

>>32426841

Time drags on and drinks come and go. You're not drunk, per say, but you're at least more comfortable than you were before. Vincent, meanwhile, laughs and talks a bit louder than before.

"What do you think of Alpha Team?" You ask him, handing him a new drink that he happily takes.

"A bit too much hype about'em, but they do well enough," Vincent shrugs. "I liked the old man that lead the bunch before, but I hear the new one might do good too. Even for a woman."

"Do you know her or the others that well?"

"Eh, they're an alright bunch, as I said. Except that Jonah fellow. He makes my skin itch every time we're close. I wouldn't trust him if I were you."

"Why? Had he done something in the past?"

"Not that I know of, but... I dunno. Call it a feelin'. That's just him though. Jami could use a kick in the rear, get outta that damn downer mood of his, but Dominic and Gabe ain't bad. 'specially Gabe and that damn melta of his."

>Ask about him and the Inquisitor.
>Ask for his opinion on the others. (Anyone in particular?)
>Challenge him to something. (Drinking/Knives/Cards/Pool/Other?)
>Other?

>Roll for liver fortitude. For Fun!

Rolled 8

>>32427461
Ask about the inquisitor

Rolled 11

>>32427461
>Ask about him and the Inquisitor

Right, now that he's softened a little (Then games? :D).

Rolled 13

>>32427461
Ask about Melodi.

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>Challenge him to something. (Drinking/Knives/Cards/Pool/Other?)

Dance contest

it has to be done

Rolled 16

>>32427521
This. .. and the inquiditor.

>>32427542
At this rate, we're going to have a Drinking-Knives-Dancing contest. And it's going to go swimmingly.

>>32427461
>>Ask about him and the Inquisitor

>>32427461
>Ask about him and the Inquisitor.

>>32427461

You're not usually one for pumping information out of people, but Vincent seems to get more vocal as time drags on. You're not sure what time it is, but a familiar feeling of complacency says that the quality of your Amasec has gotten noticeably better.

"Alright," You say, leaning back in your chair. "Lady Massey. You're bound to have an opinion on her."

"Damn straight!" He says, looking ready to rant. "She pays me to get these idiots in order, and that's what I do! But don't expect me to be happy when you constantly get'em killed, shot, or chewed up by somethin' or someone."

"So what happened back there is a common occurrence?" You ask.

"Well... not really," Vincent admits, deflating slightly. "She's not going to throw my boys into the fray unless she really needs us. And with how she takes care of us, I guess we really don't have much room to complain. Still, how does she expect me to get these guys to follow me when my boss can order me to let'em die?"

"You said four men have done something similar in the past."

"That was the past. Those were men. And none of'em were damn Inquisitors. I'm brave and I'm stupid, but I'm not suicidal."

"Fair enough."

"You, though... she always has a habit of listenin' to whoever her bodyguard is. If I was you, I wouldn't be afraid to say what you're thinkin'. She'll listen, though I dunno if she'll be happy to do it."

You're not really sure how to respond to this bit of information, so instead you down another drink.

>Ask for his opinion on the others. (Anyone in particular?)
>Challenge him to something. (Drinking/Knives/Cards/Pool/Other?)
>Call it while you can still stand.
>Other?

>Roll for liver fortitude. For Fun!

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>>32427988
Dance time.

Rolled 11

>>32427988
>"You, though... she always has a habit of listenin' to whoever her bodyguard is. If I was you, I wouldn't be afraid to say what you're thinkin'. She'll listen, though I dunno if she'll be happy to do it."
I get the feeling that her bodyguard doubles as an acolyte if we don't fuck it up. Especially given her quizzing us on the xenos attitude beforehand.

>Challenge him to something
>DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION

>>32428035
We should also very something on the dance. .. Our hellgun?

>>32428103
... bet, not very. I'm already drunk.
Captcha: granded cup

Rolled 12

>>32427988
Toss one back for the fallen then call it a day.

Rolled 12

>>32427988
Rolling for dance compitition

>>32428103
Yeah, no.

>"Wouldn't your job of protecting me be made easier with a gun on hand? What happened to the one I gave you?"
>"Lost it in a dance-off, ma'am."

Rolled 19

>>32427988
>Call it while you can still stand.

We got what we needed out of this, no need for the worst hangover possible tomorrow.

>>32428103
Probably not. Shooting things is hard without a gun to fire.

>>32428218
No risk, no reward. Fortune favors the bold. We're drunk, anyways.

>>32428265
Could always use love gun? Or projectile vomiting?

>>32428388
I'd rather not have a 'nid tear our dick off, thanks...

It might be I'm drunk as well, I think it's a tie between dance off and calling it. Fall back on ole reliable. Odd is das dance, while even is calling it.

>>32428075
DANCE TIME!

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>>32428595
Dance Dance Dance!

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>>32428659
YESSSSSSSS

Use your passion,
And make it happen!

>>32428659
Just make sure the Armsmen lose all respect for us and I'll be satisfied.

>>32428877
This >>32428659 was a 1d2 to see if we were calling it quits for the night or partying on.

Do we roll for the dance quality now? Have we got them moves?

>>32428914
I'm asking if I can vote for us not having the moves, but being absofukkinglutely convinced that we are a god on the dancefloor.

That would be funny.

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>>32428914
>Have we got them moves?

Do you need to even ask?

>>32428959
THIS can we pass out mid dance and wake up the next morning in a storage closet in a dress and the inquisitor hat?

>>32427988

Time goes on and your blood alcohol level slowly but surely rises higher and higher. Your trains of thought and topic continue to grow more bizarre and strange, until an amazing idea strikes both of you.

"You may be able to fight, but how can you dance?" Vincent grins. "I can dance with straight silver or without. How about you?"

"You're on," You chuckle, and with effort both of you stumble toward a clear section of flooring meant for much more refined types of dancing then what's about to happen. Seeing what's on the way to happening, armsmen clear away and begin cheering and placing bets. You're not sure who has the bigger backing, but the music blares and you know it's time.

>Roll to see if you've got the magic in you.

>>32428959
>And everyone else lets us believe that.
I like it. Still reckon we should roll though.

Rolled 17

>>32429041

Rolled 7

>>32429041
Moves

Rolled 1

rolling for the great dance off

Rolled 4

>>32429041

Show him our moves. For better or worse.

>>32429076
.........well last roll for the night i am sorry

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>>32429041
DANCE FOR THE DANCE GOD. MOVES FOR THE MOVES THRONE.

>>32429076
Absolutely fated to "break a leg."

>>32429041
At least let it be breakdancing or something.

>>32429041
Can we see Vincent's roll?

>>32429076
Oh god we just commander shepard all over the dance fall

>>32429053
>>32429066
^_^
>>32429076
x_x

Good stuff guys, good stuff.

>>32429133
>^_^
>x_x

>>32429076
You didn't even link the post. You're doing everything wrong.

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>>32429159
Sir! Sir! You forgot your gif!

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>>32429203

>>32429237
Oh shit, is our bionic leg going to fall off mid-dance?

>>32429304
nope gonna turn into a nercon and kill him.

>>32429041

You're not too sure what happens next. You think you did a fairly good job, pulling off some impressive moves to match Vincent. However, all that is a blur that goes by before you can really register what's happening.

When you wake up you're head is killing you, your bionic leg is dented, and there's a small pile of credits stuffed into a pouch on your chest-plate. You take that as a good sign.

"Good morning, Master Dunkin!" Jeeves calls, too loudly, gracefully avoid your lazy swing as you groan. "Would you care for some caffeine?"

"Please," You grumble.

The servitor peters off to the kitchen as you try and die peacefully. After a time Jeeves returns, mug of steaming caffeine perched precariously atop his head which you gratefully take. Sitting up in your bed, you find yourself still inside most of your armor.

Grumbling to yourself, you gather up all your armor before grabbing a shower, trying to lessen the pounding in your head. You're pulling a shirt over your head when artillery sounds, emitting from the direction of the door.

"HEY! LT! YOU AWAKE YET?" Comes a far too cheerful voice.

>"Sod off, Roxy."
>"Door's open."
>Remain silent.
>Other?

>>32429429
>"Sod off, Roxy."

>>32429429
>"Door's open."
>Yell in her ear
>"How do you like it?"

>>32429429
Doors open (barely audible)

>>32429429
>"Door's open."

>>32429474
anticodon alyoha

>>32429480
Seconding this.

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>>32429429
We showed them our moves.

>>32429429
>"Door's open."

>>32429429
>>"Door's open."
we're not wearing pants right?

>>32429429
>your bionic leg is dented
excellent, something for Melodi to fuss over

>>32429548
original video?

>>32429695
Maybe she will put in a special mechadickdrite while working on the leg?

>>32429857
no anon, ours is good and fine, the 'nids didn't touch it and we don't need to compensate

>>32429892
Ugh. That reminds me. .. A friend of mine had a pornafex at one point. He kit bashed it together from nidbuts and greenstuff. Looked great, save for the ill placed gun.

>>32429429

"It's open," You mumble, hopefully too quiet for her to hear.

Sadly, the door flies open and the bubbly Sergeant comes barging through.

"GOOD MORNING!" She greets you with an innocent smile.

"You're doing that on purpose," You growl quietly.

"Lieutenant," She gasps, placing a hand to her chest. "What ever do you mean? I heard you were in poor health, so I thought I'd stop by and offer Alpha's complete and utter support."

"So you decided to stop by and torture me."

"Yup!"

Sighing, you settle into your desk and, without permission, Roxy hops up onto it. However, her teasing demeanor fades.

"You okay?" She asks. "I heard you and Vincent had a hell of a night."

>"Never better."
>"Feels like the night after shore leave."
>"Tell me and we'll both know what happened."
>Other?

>>32430027
" I ain't gonna be a daddy am I? "

>>32430027
>Tell me and we'll both know what happene

>>32430027
>"Feels like the night after shore leave."
>"...we didn't break anything or anyone important, right?"

>>32430027
Tell me....

(I didn't molest jeeves did I?)

>>32430027
>"Tell me and we'll both know what happened."

>>32430027
>"Tell me and we'll both know what happened."

>>32430027
we're still not wearing pants aren't we?

>>32430199
This

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>>32430199
Perfect.

>>32430199
Become extremely self-conscious about your state of undress
Don't pop a boner

>>32430379
>not popping a boner and being proud of your greatness as she blushes and becomes extremely embarassed

>>32430476
fucking this, we have down the 'nids as calm as ever, this is nothing

>>32430498
>have down
faced down*

>>32430476
I don't think she's the type to get embarrassed upon seeing Mike fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel over his waist or just a pair of boxers and his supple, well toned muscles gleaming in the morning light, rippling and making new contours at the tiniest flex.

>>32430541
well, all we're wearing is a shirt
>Grumbling to yourself, you gather up all your armor before grabbing a shower, trying to lessen the pounding in your head. You're pulling a shirt over your head when artillery sounds, emitting from the direction of the door.

>>32430576
who the fuck puts a shirt straight out of the shower as a man? why would you deny the feeling of freshness as the breeze stimulates your upper body, providing comfortable ventilation all over your skin

>>32430199
(First pants, then shirt. Patience, lads. Patience.)

>>32430027

"Tell me and we'll both know," You shrug.

"I wasn't there, personally, but I heard you and Vinny had a throw-down on the dance floor," Roxy chuckles. "At least three people were injured, but I think you won. I think."

"That would explain the credits..." You mutter.

"Being a joygirl on the side, are we?" She smirks, then looks quizzical. "Or would it by joyboy? Are those a thing?"

"I'd rather not find out, personally. Was there a real reason for you to be here, or are you just bored?"

"I really was a little worried after hearing what happened, you ass. Also; Melodi's gonna kill you when she finds out about the leg."

"It's not that bad... is it?"

She gives you a shrug, and you lower your head as you think over how to get out of being turned into a servitor. Not coming up with anything particularly helpful, you remain silent as Roxy continues.

"There is some good news, though," She says. "After all that's happened lately, Lady M's got us heading for Sidonas next."

Sidonas... you remember it, vaguely. A big hive world, used as a springboard for your task force to combat the Tyranids. A nice enough place, you suppose.

"So we're done with Dwimos?" You ask.

"We jumped a few hours ago," She answers, smirking. "Though I suppose even a Daemon attack wouldn't have woke you. On another note... you don't happen to have any plans, do you, LT?"

Though she's trying hard to hide it, there's a hint of uncertainty in her tone and movements, and she seems to suddenly find more interest in the room itself than you.

>"Asking me on a date, Sergeant?"
>"What did you have in mind?"
>"I'm afraid I'm a bit busy body guarding."
>Other?

>>32430671
asking me on a date, Sgt?

>>32430671
>"Assuming I don't need to bodyguard what did you have in mind?"

>>32430671
>(First pants, then shirt. Patience, lads. Patience.)
awww

>"What did you have in mind?"
if she's asking for a date thats fine as long as she understand we're keeping our options open and totally gonna have a threesome with Chrissy and Melodi

>>32430671
>>"What did you have in mind?"

>>32430735
We only need our lovely Tech-Priest wafiu to mate with. Make tons of baby Servio-drones.

>>32430841
please anon, we're not leaving Chrissy out of the fun

>>32430671
>"Asking me on a date, Sergeant?"
Because I sure hope so.

>>32430671
>"Asking me on a date, Sergeant?"

>>32430895
this please

>>32430671
>"Asking me on a date, Sergeant?"

>>32430671

"Asking me on a date, Sergeant?" You ask her. "Because I sure hope so."

To your surprise she takes it more seriously than you had intended, gaping a moment before turning a minor shade of red.

"Asking on a-Oh for Throne's sake!" She groans, clearly flustered. "You're not making this easy."

"So you are ask-"

"NO!"

Grinning at her expense, you lean back and sip at the remains of your caffeine as the Sergeant gathers herself. Glaring at you for a moment, it quickly falters as she lets out a tired sigh.

"I need a favor," She explains. "It's kinda big."

"Put it out there and I'll do what I can," You assure her, now somewhat interested.

"It wasn't so much an order as a suggestion," She continues, "but Lady M told me to take a look at a roster. Look into filling up holes in Alpha's ranks."

Oh.

You were expecting something meant to get a rise out of you, and now you feel slightly bad for that train of thought. You never had the time to play the part of an officer, but you suppose Roxy is a special case, being able to pick and choose the members of her squad.

"I don't know what to do," She confesses. "I mean, five is the minimum for a squad to act efficiently. But if something comes up and five isn't enough... I don't know. Will you help me?"

You begin to offer a comment, but by then she's looking directly at you. The weight of this decision is clearly bearing down on her, and she's looking to you with a pleading expression.

>"Alright, alright, cut the pout. I'll help."
>"Don't sweat it, Sergeant. Of course I will."
>"I'm sorry, Roxy, but this is your task, not mine."
>Other?

>>32431179
>"Alright, alright, cut the pout. I'll help."
>"Don't sweat it, Sergeant. Of course I will."

>>32431179
>"Don't sweat it, Sergeant. Of course I will."
Teamwork and shit yo.

>>32431179
" Don't sweat it, Sgt Of course I will if you return the favor later "

>>32431179
>"Alright, alright, cut the pout. I'll help."

>>32431179
>>"Don't sweat it, Sergeant. Of course I will."

An officer and commander must perform his duties.

>"Alright, alright, cut the pout. I'll help."
>"Don't sweat it, Sergeant. Of course I will."

>>32431179
>"Don't sweat it, Sergeant. Of course I will."

>>32431179
>"Don't sweat it, Sergeant. Of course I will."

>>32431179
This >>32431227
but also add something about her needing to make her own decisions if she's going to lead Alpha.

>>32431179
>"Don't sweat it, Sergeant. Of course I will. But I need you to understand that this is your task I won't be making any decisions for you."

>>32431179

It's not really much of a debate on whether or not to help her. As a simple Sergeant, you had the advantage of simply being shoved a recruit and being told 'here, have fun.' Losing one was one thing, but personally making the decision to replace them must be another. That, and her pout is irritatingly cute.

"Don't sweat it, Sergeant," You tell her. "Of course I'll help."

"Really?" She beams, looking ready to hug you before reigning herself in. "Thank you, LT."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," You shake your head. "I said I'd help. I didn't say I'd do it for you."

"I know that," She huffs. "I just... need a second opinion. Is there anything you need to do before? It's not like we're pressed for time."

>Actually, I need to... (What?)
>"I've got some sleep, a shower, and caffeine. I'm good."

>>32431486
>"I've got some sleep, a shower, and caffeine. I'm good."

how bad is the bionic leg? also, count that cashmoney

>>32431486
>"I've got some sleep, a shower, and caffeine. I'm good."

>>32431486
> Actually I want something first. " KISS HER

>>32431486
>"I've got some sleep, a shower, and caffeine. I'm good."

"I'm all yours, Sergeant. Lead the way, we can grab some food after if you haven't eaten yet."

>>32431486
>>Actually, I need to... (What?)
I think ill take you up on my earlier suggestion of a date later. How do drinks sound?

>>32431486
>>"Actually, I need to... check in with the boss then if clear I'm good."
You guys want to go drinking the day after you stayed up late drinking?

>>32431675
>>32431641
Clam down you horndogs

>>32431486

"I've got some sleep, a shower, and caffeine," You tell her. "I'm good."

"Sounds good," She says, and you both stand when a thought occurs. Or, more accurately, to your stomach, which lets out an annoyed growl.

"Think we could grab some food first?" You ask, and Roxy fails to stifle a laugh.

"Sure," She smiles, her unease all but gone. It's a nice smile.
________________________________

Sorry to do this, ladies and gents, but I'm calling it here. As always, I can stay for a minute or two for questions and similar things.

On a related note, I AM working on a character sheet, I'm just a very lazy busy person.

>>32431825
Nah good stopping point for me too. Thanks for the run, doing great.

Captcha: After ourape

>>32431825
When do we Bang, K?

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>>32432005

Don't worry, we'll bang 'k?

>>32432049
K.

>>32432049
>>32432005
Still impatient, lieutenant?

>>32431825
at work and just caught up on the thread, thanks for running OP, any ideas when next thread will be?

>>32431825
Thanks for running this today, Elijah!

>>32430873
>please anon, we're not leaving Chrissy out of the fun
Erotic foreplay with a Lictor would only be slightly less dangerous than this.

>>32434705
>Erotic foreplay with a Lictor would only be slightly less dangerous than this.
and yet not as fun, don't worry, Melodi can nurse us back to health