>>34440423

You and Roxy depart Alpha’s barracks, leaving behind the two remaining still able members. While you didn’t specifically come down for it, the Sergeant seems to be prepared for a lecture of some sort. So much for hoping she would be the one to start things. You key the elevator, but as always there’s going to be a wait.

>”How are you holding up?”
>”Take your time. I’ve got all day.”
>”He's not going to be dead anymore than he was yesterday, Sergeant.”

>>34440452
>”Take your time. I’ve got all day.”
good to see you elijah

>>34440452
>>”Take your time. I’ve got all day.”

>>34440452
>>”Take your time. I’ve got all day.”

>>34440452
>”Take your time. I’ve got all day.”

>>34440452
>>”Take your time. I’ve got all day.”

>>34440452

Despite what Roxy may be thinking your intentions for coming down here weren't vindictive. Remaining casual, you patiently wait for the elevator to meet you.

"Take your time," You tell her. "I've got all day."

You don't turn to look but you can guess at her reaction. However, even after the elevator heralds it's arrival with a chime she remains silent. It isn't until you're both in and ascending that Roxy lets out a weary sigh.

"He believed in me," She says, sounding more like she's talking to herself than to you. "Even back when I had just made Corporal, he said he knew I'd make it farther. He..."

Her voice falters and her jaw clenches, as if willing any tears away. None fall. You don't say a word and let her grieve. After a few moments she collects herself and finally looks up at you.

"How do you do it?" She asks. "How do you keep it all from getting to you?"

>"I don't."
>"It takes time, but the pain dulls."
>"We're soldiers. We deal with it like everything else: however we can."

>catch end of last thread
>marathon the archives in two days
I can finally have my first time taken by Elijah-senpai!

>>34441516
>>"I don't."

"You just learn more ways to cope, but it never gets easier.."

>>34441516
>>"I don't."

>>34441516
>write in
"Faith that the Emperor has a plan for all of us.

>>34441516
>"I don't."

>>34441516
>"We're soldiers. We deal with it like everything else: however we can."

>>34441516
>"I don't."
>"It takes time, but the pain dulls."
>Everyone has to find their own way to do it

>>34441516
>>"We're soldiers. We deal with it like everything else: however we can."

>>34441516
>>"I don't."
"It's not like I pick a fight with several dozen armsmen for my own amusement"

>>34441516
Write in
"It's like digging a hole really, I just put whatever I want to bury inside, because If I don't dig deep enough It'll hit me like a bullet and dig a hole in me instead, so that way when the tears come I'll know my hole is almost full, and it's time to dig another."

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>in time for ex-Guardsman Quest
>don't need to get up for work tomorrow

IT IS A GOOD DAY TO BE ALIVE

>"We're soldiers. We deal with it like everything else: however we can."

>>34441516
>"We're soldiers. We deal with it like everything else: however we can."
>'Personally, I don't"

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>Time to lurk an /tg/ for just a second
>ex-Guardsman quest suddely appeard
>mfw pic related

>>34441516

"I don't."

Two simple words, but they seem to completely shock the Sergeant, and for the longest time she's speechless. Then, as if seeing you in a new light, snaps out of it.

"But, you..." She starts.

"You think that I've got it all together?" You chuckle dryly. "I've got more problems than I'm willing to admit, Sergeant, but that's not why we're here. I can't pat you on the back and tell you it'll all be okay, because it won't be. People you care about, those under your command, are going to die. You just have to learn ways to cope."

To your approval this seems to make Roxy straighten, at least some of her melancholy falling away. For the moment, at least. Seemingly embarrassed about her previous behavior, she clears her throat and gives you a bemused smile.

"You might have problems, LT, but at least you've got a system," She says.

The elevator chimes and comes to a halt, opening to reveal a hall you've not seen in some time.

"Of course I do," You tell her, stepping through. "I don't pick a fight with several dozen armsmen for my own amusement."

"Yeah, I guess... wha-so that's what happened last night?" She stumbles over her words at first, coming to a bewildered stop by your casual mention of last night's events.

"You missed a damn good fight," Is your only explanation without halting, and the Sergeant struggles to catch up with you.

"The hell, LT? Details!" She demands, a portion of her typical energy back in place.

As you recount your fight to her she fails to pay attention to her surroundings. Though you were rather counting on it. By the time you stop in front of a particular door Roxy seems to finally realize this walk wasn't so random. Too bad for her it's too late.

(Cont.)

>>34442679

The entrance to the infirmary you awoke in opens to reveal a slightly busier version of the one you remember. A handful of men and women wearing the robes of the Medicae are present, talking among themselves or attending to a fairly healthy looking Grover. Sitting on the edge of a bed next to him, Melodi spots the two of you almost instantly and waves you in with a smile.

"You son of a bitch," Roxy quietly says through a smile, returning the wave.

"It was either this or drag you here," You reply in a similar fashion.

You both approach the pair, and as you grow closer you almost think the tech-priest looks tired, judging from the faint bags under her eyes. Even so, she seems as chipper as ever while her less social colleagues hover away.

"Good morning," Melodi greets, then gets a good look at you and arches a curious brow. "Last time it was just the leg. What the hell happened NOW?"

>Greet the Tech-priest!

>>34442733
What is it? I can't seem to remember any reason to be here

>>34442733
>Uh, good to see you ?

>>34442733
"How's my favorite lobotomist today?"

>>34442786
see the body, say good bye, make peace?

>>34442918
Oh yeah, that would make sense

>>34442733
>You know, arms-men entertainment. The leg is fine, before you ask. You seem tired, though.

Write in greetings take forever because there is never any agreement. I vote for >>34443553 if that's what we're waiting for.

>>34444093
Should we also suggest that we leave Roxy and the guy alone for a while? I honestly don't remember who thsi Gover person is...

(Sorry about that, lads. Grabbed a bite to eat.)
>>34442733

"Oh, you know. Just entertaining the local men-at-arms." You shrug. "How's my favorite lobotomist today?"

"Suffering from a severe lack of lobotomites," Melodi huffs. "No one's volunteered in ages. Or, well, ever."

"And I don't plan on changin' the fact," Grover adds, nodding to you and Roxy.

"Glad to see you're okay," You tell the man.

While far from back to fighting shape, Grover seems to have taken the injury with surprising resistance and grace.

"He SHOULD still be unconscious," Melodi chips in, almost sounding annoyed. "Makes me wonder how he's still awake with both the bump on the noggin and the meds in his system."

"My mother always said I was stubborn," Grover answers with a grin. "Guess I never grew out of it."

"How's your other patient?" Roxy asks, her previous bout of confidence withering. For her part, Melodi gives her an encouraging smile.

"The exciting part ended about two hours ago," She explains. "By now I can safely say Private Ely will remain among the living for a while longer."

The relief on the Sergeant's face is obvious, and even you fail to suppress a smile at the good news.

"Can I see him?" Roxy asks.

"Well..." Melodi feigns giving the question serious thought. "For a minute, I think. Just be quick about it. Don't want to get yelled at this early in the morning."

"Thank you," Roxy says.

"Don't tell anyone about this. A ladies gotta keep a reputation, ya know."

>Stay with Melodi, give Roxy space. (Talk about anything in particular?)
>Accompany Roxy.

>>34444301
>Stay with Melodi, give Roxy space. (Talk about anything in particular?)
Awkwardly hum

>>34444301
>>Stay with Melodi, give Roxy space.

But give Roxy a reassuring smile and pat on the shoulder.

Ask how Melodi's been. Working on anything interesting?

>>34444374
sounds good

>>34444301
>>34444374

>>Stay with Melodi, give Roxy space.
Seconfing the pat.

>>34444301
>Accompany Roxy.

>>34444301
>Stay with Melodi, give Roxy space. (Talk about anything in particular?)

Nice to see ya back man. Also make small talk I tihnk.

>>34444301

Roxy takes a hesitant step forward, uncertain of herself. Then you give her a gentle pat on the shoulder and smile, the latter which she returns. Melodi points her toward the private room Gabriel is being roomed in and leaves the two of you alone. Somewhat. The crowd of Medicae personnel busy themselves doing inventory, or at least give off the illusion of being busy doing inventory.

You and Melodi take a short walk down the row of beds to allow Grover some rest, each taking a seat on an empty bed.

"So, how have you been?" You ask. "Working on anything interesting?"

"I have, actually." Melodi replies. "Thanks to you and the others I've been tinkering with a pair of pulse carbines and a few other pieces of Tau hardware."

"I was going to get you a battlesuit as a present, but I had to settle," You sigh.

"It's no bouquet of roses, but I suppose they'll suffice," She says, smirking. "I hear you've been out and about, yourself."

"It's different, working for the Inquisition. A lot slower pace than the Guard, to be sure. Well, for the most part."

"Met any new people?"

"Plenty. I got kidnapped by two. They were nice enough, though."

"Well, if you HAVE to get kidnapped..."

You both share a chuckle before you remember something and cringe, looking away.

"What?" Melodi asks, curious.

"I never apologized. About, you know. Before."

(Cont.)

>>34445753

It takes her a moment to figure out your meaning, and even then she just shrugs, seemingly more amused than anything.

"No scrap off my mechy," She says, and the appendage in question comes to rest on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck like a cat as she pets it. "I've heard worse. That, and, well... I was having a bit of a bad day. A bad combination all around, really."

"Heh. Glad to hear," You say, rubbing your neck.

"But since you didn't try anything after that, I take it you've found somebody else to chase after," She teases. "So, who is it?"

"What? I dunno what you're talking about."

"Come on now, Mikkey, don't play coy. I know people, remember? Now, who's caught your eye?"

You’d rather not have this conversation, but maybe you can humor her?

>"Well, there is this one girl... in my head..."
>"I've always had a weakness for older women."
>"Someone a bit like me, I think."
>"No one comes to mind, really."

>>34445785
>"Well, there is this one girl... in my head..."

>>34445785
>"Well, there is this one girl... in my head..."

>>34445785
>>"No one comes to mind, really."

"Seems like the gears all lock up when I try."

>>34445785
>"Well, there is this one girl... in my head..."
This is gonna be good.

>>34445785
>"Someone a bit like me, I think."

Roxy best girl

Our Inquisitor will always be here when we need to feed someone.

>>34445785
>"No one comes to mind, really."

>>34445785
a bit like me

>>34445785
>>"No one comes to mind, really."

>>34445785
>"No one comes to mind, really."

>>34445785
>"Well, there is this one girl... in my head..."

>>34445785
>"No one comes to mind, really."

>>34445785
>"I've always had a weakness for older women."

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>>34445785
>mfw

>>34446181
Well, there is this one girl... in my head..

>>34445785
>>"Well, there is this one girl... in my head..."
>>"I've always had a weakness for older women."
>>"Someone a bit like me, I think."
ALL OF THEM

FOR THE EMPEROR

WE AIN'T PICKING, WE ARE TAKING

>>34445785
>>"I've always had a weakness for older women."
>>"Someone a bit like me, I think."
I know who these two are, but who is
>"Well, there is this one girl... in my head..."
?

Also, fuck picking one, we're going for all of them, we're in the goddamned inquisition, fuck tradition and norms

>>34446386
Cogboy in this case, coggirl, or maybe it's reference for the dream we had lately?

>>34446415
well I hope this isn't route-lock, because goddamnit they are all adorable and beautiful each and fuck depriving the others of MikeTime(TM)

>>34446433
I too hope its not a routelock, I just thought it'd be a good idea to tell someone about the nightmares and to deflect the question.

>>34446386
>fuck tradition and norms

There's like 5 or 4 Inquisition parties that would like to have a word with you.

>>34445785
>"I've always had a weakness for older women."

Because I always have had a weakness for older women.

>>34446467
we're Ordo Xeno, fuck them and their idealogies

we do what we want, and the Big E gives us a thumb up for it

>>34446433
>>34446459
Yeah, I think the same

There's only one waifu for this humble ex guardman, his raifu

>>34445785

"Well, there is this one girl... in my head..." You shrug.

Of all the answers she expected you to give, you feel this one came out of left field. Even for you.

"In your... what?" Melodi asks, brow furrowing in obvious confusion.

"Granted we've only met recently, I think we managed to hit it off well enough," You continue as if it's the most normal thing in the world. "She seems interested in me, which is new. A good new."

"Mikkey," She says, more than a little concern in her tone. "Just how hard did you get smacked around?"

"Hard enough."

The sound of her palm slapping against her forehead is clearly audible in the silence that follows.

"Don't make me psyche-eval your ass," She threatens, poking a finger at you. "Or better yet, finally get a candidate for my lobotomy program."

"Satisfied?" You ask in a similarly teasing tone.

"Sure," She rolls her eyes. "Now I've got a dozen more questions to go with the one answer."

"I try my best."

"Well, keep me in check if this girl of your starts showing up around the ship. Might have to talk to Chrissy about this one."

Even joking, getting her wrath aimed at you isn't a prospect you enjoy. It isn't long after that Roxy reappears. The time she spent with Gabriel seems to have done a great deal to help her shrug off some of the weight on her shoulder. Or at least, that's what you're hoping.

"How was he?" You ask.

"Weak, but alive," Roxy answers. "We talked for a minute, then I thought I'd let him rest. Thanks again, Ma'am."

"Ma'am?" Melodi snorts. "No need for that, Sergeant."

"Right," Roxy smiles sheepishly. "Will you be attending the memorial?"

"I will," Melodi nods. "I didn't know him well, but I'd patched the Corporal up enough to know enough."

"Good, good," Roxy nods, looking between the two of you. "I... think I'll go get some things settled before then. Thanks, LT. Melodi."

(Cont.)

>>34445785
> well there is this one girl, Kinda shiny.

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>>34446504
>Big E gives us a thumb up for it

>{Citation Needed}

>>34446617

The Sergeant explains the details of the memorial to you both before she takes her leave before you can muster an argument. You think of stopping her, but rather than running she seems to actually have something to do.

"Keep up the good work, doc," You tell Melodi, making your own way toward the door.

"You too, Mikkey. Doing... whatever it is you do."

Leaving, you find that you still have time before the memorial starts. The only major thing that comes to mind is checking in with Vincent about the trackers, but given the circumstances you don't doubt he would be okay with you waiting a few hours.

Seeing that, you decide to...

>Check in with Vincent.
>Time skip to memorial.

>>34446652
> check in with Vincent

>>34446652
>Check in with Vincent.

>>34446652time skips

>>34446652
>Check in with Vincent.


Eyyy yo Viccy

>>34445785
"...Their's a few

>>34446652

You set out to find Vincent. Lucky for you, he's a difficult man to miss. When he isn't trying to hide, at least.

You find the Commander in a crowded hangar bay, with crewmen loading and unloading various civilian transports loaded with goods. The man in question stands atop a pile of crates, seemingly directing traffic with his knife in hand.

When he sees you though, he grins and signals for another of his men to take over, tossing the blade to the man and nearly giving him a heart attack and a stab wound in the process.

"Mikkey!" He calls, descending the pile at an impressive pace. He lands with flourish, making a show of dusting himself off before looking up at you. "Good to see you. You look like shit."

>"Feeling the love, Viccy."
>"You should see your guys."
>"I wasn't aware you played traffic arbite."

>>34446999
>I wasn't aware you played traffic arbite

>>34446999
>"You should see your guys."

>>34446999
>"You should see your guys."
it was fun

>>34446999
> feeling the love, Viccy

>>34446999
>"You should see your guys."

I can't help but picture the feelsgood guy holding his face while smiling covered in bruises and cuts wearing Stormtrooper armor with a pile of unconscious guardsmen behind him

>>34446999
>"Feeling the love, Viccy."

>>34446999
>"Feeling the love, Viccy."
>"You should see your guys."
we should see how much love we gave your guys

>>34446999

"Feeling the love, Viccy," You say. "You should see your guys, though."

"I heard enough," Vincent grunts. "I don't take kindly to you kickin' around my people."

"They're the ones that challenged me."

"Still, I don-"

"They put money on the table."

"-'t see why I have to put up with a bunch of damn idiots. Give me ten of you and we can actually get shit done around here. Or maybe just another me," He shakes his head. "Anyways, what's up?"

"I was just checking in to see if those trackers gave any results."

"Right, them," He nods, looking over his shoulder despite the fact that the bay is completely packed with people. Still, no one seems to pay you any mind. "One's gone dark, but they're not the sturdiest things to begin with. I've got two somewhere in the middle hive, with the remaining three spread out in the upper hive."

"Brice?"

"Maybe," He shrugs. "I leave the detective work to the Lady. I just do the shooting, stabbing, and drinking."

"Here, here," You chuckle, then make a somber turn. "Think you'll be joining us later?"

"Yep," Vincent nods, immediately catching your meaning. "I may give'em shit, but Alpha's got its uses. Dom was a good man. The Sergeant, though..."

"I talked to her."

"Good. She might actually listen to you. Whatever you said. Now, let me get back before the dipshit up there causes a traffic jam."

With a farewell you and Vincent part ways, and you consider your options. Attending isn't a question, but how you go about handling a certain someone is. Specifically, a hard headed woman who, for some reason, isn't keen on attending today.

>Try to get the Inquisitor to accompany you.
>It's not your place. Leave her be.

>>34447899
>Try to get the Inquisitor to accompany you.

>>34447899
>Try to get the Inquisitor to accompany you.

>>34447899
>>Try to get the Inquisitor to accompany you.

>>34447899
>>Try to get the Inquisitor to accompany you.
she's gotta show, just to maintain face and morale

>>34447899
>Try to get the Inquisitor to accompany you.

Drop by our dear Lady Inquisitor's quarters and tell her "(Insert time of day here) Ma'am, As you bodyguard I was wondering if you'd like an escort to the funeral today."

>>34448131
well, if she's stubborn we can say we can't do our job as her bodyguard he she isn't near us to guard, and we'll be there, so for us to do our job, she must be there with us

>>34448131
Did she ever confrim being a psyker with us? Cause I'm sure she'd just psykically slap our shit for that

>>34448131
I'd also like to vote against this intro.

>>34447899
>>It's not your place. Leave her be.
We really don't know her well enough to try this bullshit. Feeding someone a couple of times does not give us a right to decide how she lives her right.

>>34448963
we're not going to manacle her and drag her there anon, we're just going to ask and see if she wants to go, if shes really too stubborn about it then let her be

>>34447899

Before long the time comes and you set out to retrieve the Inquisitor. You find her, unsurprisingly, in her room.

"Ma'am," You greet.

"Lieutenant," She replies.

You pause, and for a moment you both stare expectantly at the other. Deciding to be nice, you don't draw it out.

"Are you doing something?"

"I am."

"Could you spare a few minutes from it?"

"Perhaps. For what?"

"To attend Corporal Beaudoin's memorial."

The Inquisitor sighs, sliding off her reading glasses and rubbing her temples. Again you wonder about her sleeping habits, but decide not to push the subject. For now, at least.

"Alright," She says, slowly getting to her feet. "I suppose I could."

"How long have you been sitting there, anyway?"

"Somewhere between too long and not long enough."

Your only response is to laugh, and with that you both head out. It's not a along trip to the chapel, and you still have a basic memory of where it was. There, a crowd of various crewmen, armsmen, and the remains of Alpha are present. At the end of the room, next to the pulpit where Father Mikel stands, sits a closed coffin. It's a plain, metal thing with the Imperial Aquila spread wide and proud. In front of it sits a pair of boots, housing a hellgun and a helmet.

Almost as soon as you step through the doors a hush goes over the room as people see the Inquisitor. Even Vincent, Melodi, and Roxy appear surprised at the new arrival. The Inquisitor, however, takes it in stride and greets them with a cordial smile.

"As you were," She urges, and after a few hesitant moments the buzz of conversation begins again. Albeit much slower and softer than before.

All four of the Inquisitor's companions close fairly quickly, curiosity clear on all their faces.

(Cont.)

>>34449718

"Ma'am," Roxy snaps off a crisp salute. "Thank you for coming."

"A rare pleasure," Mikel nods.

"It was the least I could do," Christina replies.

"Better late than never," Vincent adds, though he actually means well for once.

"I saved you both a spot," Melodi says, signaling you both to follow. Though obviously holding reservations, the Inquisitor follows and so do you.

"How did you manage this?" The Tech-priests asks you as you sit, putting the Inquisitor between the two of you to prevent any possible escape.

"You'd be surprised what a nice word can get you," You shrug.

"You're both acting like this is a serious event," Christina complains, then realizes her wording. "I, well, I mean..."

"We get you," You assure her, fighting back a smile at her bashfulness.

"It's just a surprise, is all," Melodi nods. "A good surprise."


"So you say," Christina mutters, sinking ever so slightly into her seat.

Soon Father Mikel raises a hand, and as one the room goes silent. He looks over the crowd before his eyes fall on the casket. When he speaks, his deep voice fills the entire room.

(Cont.)

>>34449754

"We are assembled here today to give respects and say goodbye to a good soldier, and a better man," He begins. "Corporal Beaudoin was as stout a servant of the Emperor as could be asked for. He had his faults, but so do we all. It is what makes us human. Even so, Corporal Beaudoin never shirked from his duty. Never complained... within earshot of those that mattered, at least."

A brief laugh went over the room before the Father continued on about the honor of dying in the Emperor's service. He also spoke of how he would be laid to rest on his homeworld of Cadia, forever written in the halls of heroes. He then deferred to Roxy, who spoke without too much trouble. Several other people, friends of Dominic, spoke as well about the man and their experience with him. When it was all over an honor-guard carried the casket away as a somber, patriotic tune played, and after the Father said a final prayer the crowd began to file out.

The hour grows late, and everyone begins to say their goodbyes. Roxy is quick to depart, thanking you and the Inquisitor one last time before vanishing. After all that, you decide to let her be. Now that you think about it, even the Inquisitor looks both physically and mentally drained by the entire thing. Perhaps she's not quite as distant as she liked to think.

"If it's quite alright with you, Lieutenant," She murmurs, looking over the thinning crowd. "I'll be heading back now."

>Offer to go back with her and talk for a bit.
>Bid her goodnight.

>>34449779
>Offer to go back with her and talk for a bit.

Time to earn that paycheck

>>34449779
>Bid her goodnight.

>>34449779
>Offer to go back with her and talk for a bit.

>>34449779
>Offer to go back with her and talk for a bit.

>>34449779
>Offer to go back with her and talk for a bit.

(Sorry about the wait. I went full retard and exited out of the thread, losing a chunk of unsaved text. Fucking hell, brain.)
>>34449779

"Actually, ma'am," You stop her just as she's about to leave. "I thought I'd take you up on your offer."

You expect her to make an excuse or try to talk you out of it. Instead, she merely smiles.

"I'd like that," She says, and signals for you to follow.

The trip back is a short one going rather than coming, and before long you're back to her room. She signals you inside.

"Take a seat," She says. "I'll get us a drink. Always wash down the bad with something good."

"Sounds like something I can get behind," You chuckle, easing into a chair.

Before long the Inquisitor returns with a glass of amasec and two glasses. With expert swiftness she fills both before taking her own seat behind the desk. Taking your drink, you raise it in a toast.

"To Dominic," You say.

"To Dominic," Christina echoes.

You down the glass a bit too quckly, considering the quality of its contents. However, the Inquisitor does the same, so you don't feel too bad. You stare down at the bottom of your glass before speaking again.

(Cont.)

>>34450967

"We never recovered Dom's body."

"That's correct," Christina answers.

"Those weren't his boots, or his helmet, or his gun."

"Indeed."

"And his name won't make it back to Cadia either."

"That, at least, I can manage."

"Until it fades away and gets scraped for the next group of dead heroes, at least."

Her laughter takes you off-guard, but it's welcome sound. It almost degrades into a giggle, but she calms herself. Somewhat.

"What?" You ask, smirking at her behavior.

"God, but you Cadians are a bleak bunch!" She says, and after a moment's consideration you laugh too.

"No disagreement there," You say. "Cadian's always carry two things with them: a rifle, and cynicism."

"Trade the rifle for a rosette and the same goes for an Inquisitor. Fancy another drink?"

"Gladly."

Perhaps the punishment you put yourself through and Christina's typical workload has finally caught up with you both. Maybe it's just nice to finally take a step back from the grim, dark world and share a laugh. All you know is that it's a nice feeling.

>Roll 1d20 for liver fortitude. Because Reasons!

>>34450967
>(Sorry about the wait. I went full retard and exited out of the thread, losing a chunk of unsaved text. Fucking hell, brain.)
writeup in notepad dude

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>34450997
OUR LIVER IS BLESSED BY THE EMPEROR

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>34450997
Oh god. Here's hoping we get into good drunk shennanigans

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>34450997

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>34450997

You know we could wake up in bed with the Inquistor. Wouldn't that be hilarious?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>34451149
if only you were faster anon, now we're stuck with a 11

>>34451002
(More often than not I do, but it's late and I got lazy.
>>34450997

Time goes on and the bottle drains, transforming into two. Then three. And so on. However, before long the affects become rather obvious. To both of you. Jokes are oddly funnier, and your eyes continue to grow heavier. Still, it's a rare sight to see Christina as anything resembling care-free.

You should probably head back... but it's a jo...jor... LONG ways away.

>Staying the night won't hurt...
>Try and head back.

>>34451290
>>Staying the night won't hurt...

>>34451290
>>Staying the night won't hurt...

>>34451290
>>Staying the night won't hurt...

>>34451290
>Staying the night won't hurt...
Getting lost on an inquisitor's ship sounds like a bad idea.

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>>34451290
>Staying the night won't hurt...

I really hope I'm good at math.

I'll take this risk. I'll press this button. I'll open this closet.
I'll bite this bait

>>34451290
>Staying the night won't hurt...

>>34451290
>Try and head back.

I'm going to be the voice of caution

>>34451406
We're drunk as fuck anon, the voice of caution would be advising us to fall asleep on the table right here

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>>34451406
>Caution

>>34451290

"Ma'am?" You ask.

"Yes?" Christina hiccups.

"I... uh... I'm..." You search for the right word.

"Shitfaced?" She offers.

"Yeah! That."

"Sounds like a personal problem, Leftenant," She giggles.

"Left who?" You shake your head. "A-anyways... could I stay the night?"

"My, my. You're forward, aren't you?" She teases.

"Wha-no, ma'am! I just-"

"Yes, yes, you can stay," She sighs. "Don't want you vomiting on the... Captain's! carpets. Or something. BUT! I have a condition."

You both clamber to your feet and she latches onto your arm and whispers into your ear. When you hear her condition a flush creeps up your neck. Noticing this, Christina again breaks into giggling fits.

"Not too lewd for you, is it?" She asks, the challenge in her tone clear.

"No... ma'am," You sigh.

"Good. Now... move. That way. March."

Through a combined effort you both make it over to the bed, climbing on top but not quite managing to get under the blanket. Before you can try (and probably fail) to remove your boots you find yourself pinned to the bed.

Oddly, you're not complaining.

Letting out a pleased hum Christina cuddles closer, nuzzling your chest. She's asleep before you can manage a complaint, and seeing her now you forget what you were going to complain about.

Too weary to do anything else, you wrap an arm around her waist and let your eyes drift shut.

That night, you sleep peacefully.
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A fairly short thread, I admit, but I hope to get more active soon. We'll just have to wait and see how that pans out.

It's currently tomorrow, but I can stay a moment for questions and such.

>>34451685
d'aaawwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Thanks for the thread OP

>>34451685
Glad to see you running again, thanks for the thread!

>>34451685
Thanks for the Thread El. Im fine with once a week or so if you got things to sort out

>>34451685
Thanks for running, boss.

Now I'm really curious about what she whispered to Mike...

>>34451904
Hold me like one of your Cadian Girls

>>34451904
Isn't it obvious? She wanted cuddles and discretion. Also handholding

>>34451971
Chrissy a best, though Roxy and Molodi also a best

>>34451947
It works because you usually hold Cadian girls by the waist.

You know after they've been ripped in half

>>34451685
dawwww

(really mad I missed the end, damn you europe and your different hours !)

>>34454908
You and me both, brother.