YOU are Bellatrix Curis, Novice Battle-Sister, and...

Well, you're about to purge the filthy greenskins infesting this planet.

You're clad in your armor, all nice and shiny and black, and cradling the multi-melta the engineseer prepared for you in your arms. You're on your side, peeking over a small mound and doing your best to scope out the encampment of the orks you and Alirye declined to take on before.

Alirye is crouching beside you, grumbling something about 'stupid mon-keighs messing with my spear'- presumably because she's still mad at the tech-priest who had the brilliant idea to wrap her spear in cloth to keep the humming noise down.

Your pointy-eared compatriat is in good spirits- presumably because she hasn't had to come near any trees just yet.

…

How'd that happen, anyways?
>You got a ride from Aila. Who knew she'd be so good at driving a Rhino?
>You just... walked around the forest. It seemed prudent. Took FOREVER, though.
>You shot your way through the trees. Multi-meltas don't screw around!
>... It didn't. She just doesn't remember it because you drugged her.
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>38403411
>You got a ride from Aila. Who knew she'd be so good at driving a Rhino?

>>38403411
>You got a ride from Aila. Who knew she'd be so good at driving a Rhino?
Simple is often best

>>38403411
You got a ride from Aila. Who knew she'd be so good at driving a Rhino?

>>38403411
>You got a ride from Aila. Who knew she'd be so good at driving a Rhino?

>>38403411
>>You got a ride from Aila. Who knew she'd be so good at driving a Rhino?

>>38403488
>>38403537
>>38403613
>>38403623
>>38403628
>vroom vroom!

The rest of the votes'll be fifteen minuets, as per usual!
Always gotta start off with the five-thirds vote to make sure people have time to notice the thread's up an' what-not.

Anywho, writing!

>>38404274
Vroom!

>an entire Rhino to carry three girls
Bella rides in style.

Oh geez. Did I say Rhino?
I'm pretty sure I meant Chimera.

Chimeras are the IFVs, right?
Whereas Rhinos are the heavier APCs used by Spess Mehreens and the Sisters.

FORGIVE ME

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>Rhinos
While your use of the most venerable APCs makes sense in context, I do find it an act of most despicable cowardice. I'm afraid I must tell you to abandon the use of the aforementioned vehicles.

Behind you, or- no, not necessarily /behind/ you. You're on your side, after all.

To your right- which is opposite the direction you're looking- is Aila's Chimera. It's just barely short enough to be concealed by the micro-hill you're peering over- which, considering its blood-red paint job, is probably pretty fortunate.

…

It's kinda creepy, though, the way the little multilaser turret seems to be looking about on its own. Apparently Aila can drive the thing and use her mechadendrites to operate its weapon at the same time.

…

Techpriests are strange.

You focus on watching the greenskins.

…

Like before, they're mostly milling about, fighting one another, and firing weapons willy-nilly.

…

Unlike before, however, they seem to be up-armoring one of their trukks.

Or maybe they're building a tank from scratch...?j

…

It's really frakking hard to tell.
Mostly because it's hard to distinguish their 'vehicles' from the random piles of garbage strewn about their encampment.

There's no wall, unless one counts the waist-high ring of garbage surrounding their... base. There's something you suppose you could call a 'gate,' which is really just an opening in the trash-wall with a sign reading “NO UMIES UHLOWD” over it.

…

They don't seem to have anything for taking out vehicles, save for the maybe-tank, which looks like it has a big cannon-thing strapped to its roof. So, if you take that out, you should be able to have Aila come in and provide fire support without risk.

>Consult Alirye and Aila before making a plan.
>You and Alirye'll sneak in and blow that thing sky-high!
>You'll stroll in through the gate all distraction-like while Alirye sneaks in and murders the tank thing!
>You'll take the place by storm, using the Chimera as mobile cover, and deal with the tank when it becomes an issue.
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>38405092
>Consult Alirye and Aila before making a plan.

>>38405092
>You and Alirye'll sneak in and blow that thing sky-high!
Easy peasy.

>>38405092
>You and Alirye'll sneak in and blow that thing sky-high
I hope Bella's boltpistols are silenced.

>>38405092
>You'll stroll in through the gate all distraction-like while Alirye sneaks in and murders the tank thing!

>>38405116
Alright, gang!

>>38405483
Distraction!

>>38405194
>>38405263
>Sneaky sneaky!

Okay! Roll d100 for sneakytimes!

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>38405565

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>38405565
I made it in time!

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>38405565
Rollin'

>>38405590
>>38405688
>>38405822
>8

Okay, geez.

I suppose I should warn you- I'm fairly sleepy, so, if I just stop posting without warning, that's probably a sign that I've fallen asleep.

Anyways, writing!

“...so the plan is basically 'take out the thing that could mess up the plan and then shoot everything that moves'?”

You nod. “Yep. I call it, 'Operation Shoot Everything that Moves'. Whaddya think?”

Alirye grins. “Seems reasonable enough to me- a simple plan has a lot less that can go wrong than a convoluted one... are you sure that thing is a threat, though?” She peeks at the armored scrap-heap and shakes her head. “I suppose you can't ever be too careful with orks.”

“Yeah. The greenskins are dumb, sure. But they're so dumb that they're almost impossible to predict...”

You slip down the tiny hill, make your way around the Chimera, and, upon reaching the back doors, open one and address Aila. “On our signal, come in through the gate and start shooting everything green. Got it?”

She glances back from the driver's seat and gives you a thumbs-up. “What's the signal?”

“Explosions, panic, gunfire- moreso than the ambient explosions and panic and gunfire you can hear now.”

“... Okay. Got it. May the Omnyassiah look proudly upon us all!”

“And may the Emperor protect us,” you reply, shutting the door as you finish speaking.
[1/2]

…

The Emperor smiles upon you this day, it seems, as even your power-armored bulk manages to sneak past the two greenskin lookouts who seem to be bickering about which way they should be facing. Further making your job easy, the tank-thing is on the outskirts of the encampment, guarded only by a single ork.

The ork in question is rather a bizarre one- he is, it seems, the ork equivalent of a techpriest: he has a metal arm which ends in a hideous set of claws, as well as random chunks of metal attatched to his body with little rhyme or reason. His 'work' on the 'vehicle,' which seems to consist of welding random bits of scrap to the chassis and painting them red whilst complaining about the lack of 'dakka', is cut short when Alirye's spear pops into existence, slices his head clean off, and bisects it not once, but /twice/ before it hits the ground.You gawk, and she appears momentarily- just long enough to strike a pose, deliver a blown-kiss and wink combo, and make your cheeks heat up- before disappearing once more.

…

You shake your head and return your focus to the task at hand.

You've gotta destroy this... tank-thingie!

>Hit it with the Multi-melta! You got it for a reason, after all!
>Grab it and flip it over! Gotta show off your musc- err, preserve stealth and ammunition...?
>... Try to commandeer it? You're not even sure if it'll work... but maybe it's worth a try?
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>38406814
>Hit it with the Multi-melta! You got it for a reason, after all!
Yeah!

>>38406814
>Hit it with the Multi-melta! You got it for a reason, after all!

>>38406814
>... Try to commandeer it? You're not even sure if it'll work... but maybe it's worth a try?
It's...I mean...can't go wrong. Right?

>>38406814
>Hit it with the Multi-melta! You got it for a reason, after all!

>>38406814
>Something else? (Write-in!)

Grab the thing and hurl it at the orkz. Time for some bowling in the name of the Imperium!

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>>38406833
>>38406976
>>38407138
>SCOUR AND BURN!

>>38407052
pic related

>>38407186
Hercules! Hercules!

Okay, go ahead and roll d100 for meltanation!

Is it bad if I'm almost glad the thread's slow today, 'cause I don't feel like it'll be that bad if I fall asleep?

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>38407341
today is slow.

>>38407341
Don't you fall asleep on us! Press through! Do it in honour of /tg/ winning the 4chan winter cup!

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>38407341
Rolling.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>38407341
Well, it's not as if I can roll much worse than these other two.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>38407341

>>38407470
Oh mama.

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>>38407409
>>38407444
>>38407470
>18
...

FOR THE EMPEROR!

>>38407412
I dunno why, but someone else suggesting it makes it seem so... ludicrous.
Who the hell do you think I am, anon?

Writing!

You inspect the ugly red pile of scrap for a few moments before locating the bit you were looking for.

The gas tank.

It's as red and shitty-looking as the rest of this frakking contraption, and, by the grace of the Emperor- or perhaps the Omnissiah- it's barely attached to the damn thing. It looks like it was hastily bolted onto the back of the machine as an afterthought- as if the 'designer' had completely forgotten that vehicles need fuel to run.

You take hold of the tank, which is really just a large-ish metal barrel full of flammable, flammable fuel, and tear it off.

“... Bella, what are you-”

You one-hand your multi-melta, and, with a couple of pulls of the trigger, turn what was once a wannabe-tank into a wannabe-puddle of slag.

It's kind of odd, the melta. The weapon itself is nearly-silent. It's the conical blast of superheated air that makes all the noise.

Or, in this case, conical /blasts/- you're wielding a multi-melta, after all.

Still, though- the thunderclaps of the rushing super-hot air are plenty noisy, and it takes all of ten seconds for a clump of two-dozen or so greenskins to come rushing around the corner of the large, central scrap-heap that you suppose they'd call a 'building'.

As soon as they set eyes on you, they let loose a gutteral collective bellow. “UUUUMIIIIEEE!!!”

They're some twenty meters away, and beginning to charge. They open fire with their cobbled-together bolters, though not in any sort of way that concerns you- most of them aren't even pointed in your general direction, for the Emperor's sake!

>Toss the fuel tank at 'em. Then shoot it. SMITE THEM IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!
>Swap to your pistols and open fire. Mow 'em down! Teach this rabble the meaning of marksmanship!
>CHARGE! You'll turn 'em to vapor with your Melta! With Alirye at your back, you'll kill 'em all!
>Run like frak! It's the oldest and noblest of- LESS TALKING MORE RUNNING!
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>38408293
>>Toss the fuel tank at 'em. Then shoot it. SMITE THEM IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!

>>38408293
>Toss the fuel tank at 'em. Then shoot it. SMITE THEM IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!
It's a shooter now!

>>38408293
>Toss the fuel tank at 'em. Then shoot it. SMITE THEM IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!
>Swap to your pistols and open fire. Mow 'em down! Teach this rabble the meaning of marksmanship!

>>38408293
>CHARGE! You'll turn 'em to vapor with your Melta! With Alirye at your back, you'll kill 'em all!

We ought to switch to a bolt pistol to hit the fuel tank, no?

>>38408428
You will, yes. Toss, draw, shoot.

>>38408293
>Swap to your pistols and open fire. Mow 'em down! Teach this rabble the meaning of marksmanship!

>>38408342
>>38408352
>>38408376
>Boom!

>>38408376
>>38408524
Dakka them into oblivion!

>>38408411
SCOURGE AND PURGE!

M'kay, writing! Should be a quick bit, since I'll need some rolls here soon.

They don't shout 'WAAAAGH!', which kind of surprises you- you suppose there's not enough greenskins for them to consider it a serious endeavor.

The thought amuses you, and a wry smile finds its way to your lips. There'll be even fewer greenskins in just a moment...

“... Bella? Seriously, what are you doing, we need to-”

“Just watch,” you say, glancing at the spot Alirye's voice came from and winking, “I've got this.”

You put your multi-melta away and toss the fuel tank at the foremost greenskin, hitting him in the face and sending him sprawling.

A cry of “WUT DA ZOG?!” rings out as you draw your pistol and fire.

>ROLL d100 TO BLAM!

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>38408770

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>38408770

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>38408770

>>38408788
>>38408789
>>38408804
>56

Ooh. Just barely made it.

Writing!

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>38408770

>>38408828
>Ooh. Just barely made it.
Spoilers, yo! I think it'd be better if you laughed sinisterly to put us on edge.

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>>38408862
I never said who made it, anon...

>>38408919
AAAAAAAAUUUGGGHH!

>>38408919
We'll foil your plans!

You can feel it, even before you've finished pulling the trigger.

You're on target, but not as precise as you wanted to be.

Up and to the right, as it were.

Not the perfectly-centered shot you wanted.

You should've taken a second to aim before firing.

The bolt hits the red container of flammable liquid just as you anticipated- up and to the right.

The resulting explosion sends a veritable hurricane of fire and shrapnel flying into the greenskins to the left of the barrel, tearing them to shreds and burning any giblets not launched out of the inferno to ashes.

The orks to the right of the barrel, however, get a much smaller dosage of death. Only two of them fall, and the tongues of flame that lick at them are mostly extinguished by the red mist generated by the demise of their comrades.

The end result is that there are still eight orks charging you, spraying bolter rounds and brandishing axes and otherwise behaving as orks do.

The roar of the Chimera's engine drowns the greenskins out momentarily as Aila comes barreling through the gate, her multilaser spitting death at the enemies of Man that you can't yet see.

>Draw your other pistol and mop up these last orks, then head for the Chimera.
>Whip out your Multi-melta and turn these last orks to ash. Then breach the wall of the main 'building'.
>Make a run for the Chimera- forget the orks for now!
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>38409277
>Whip out your Multi-melta and turn these last orks to ash. Then breach the wall of the main 'building'.

>>38409277
>hip out your Multi-melta and turn these last orks to ash. Then breach the wall of the main 'building

>>38409277
>Make a run for the Chimera- forget the orks for now!
Meltas run out of ammo, after all. We'll need it for later.
Multilasers, though, don't. Not immediately, at least.

>>38409277
>Draw your other pistol and mop up these last orks, then head for the Chimera.
Multi-meltas are unwieldy

>>38409305
>>38409353
>BREACH

>>38409370
Run!

>>38409476
Finish what you started!

M'kay!
>Roll d100 for Multi-murder!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>38409760

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>38409760
Rooty tooty point and melty!

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>38409760

>>38409789
>>38409798
>>38409808
>7

...
Dayum.

M'kay. Writing.

>>38409808
Based anon!

Well I gotta snooze, thanks for the thread EQM

“IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME,” you bellow as you slam your boltpistol into its holster, whip out your Multi-melta, and level the weapon at the approaching orks, “I CLEANSE YOU OF YOUR FILTH!”

You squeeze the trigger, and, much to your surprise, the weapon doesn't fire.

The Orks are within spitting distance at this point. More importantly, they're forced to form a single-file line to approach you, due to the remains of the tank-thing and the 'wall' of trash beside it.

You're about to start panicking when a voice in your head whispers, 'Now,' and the Multi-melta discharges, turning the slavering pack of orks into a sizzling patch of blackened grass.

…

Alirye places a hand on your shoulder and pops back into view.

“... Are you alright?”

…

“... Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.” You heft the multi-melta. “It... took a moment to fire. Scared the crap outta me.” You laugh awkwardly, and Alirye frowns.

Her brows furrow in consternation, and, after a moment, she says, “... That could have killed you.”

“It wasn't even a second off- the Machine Spirit's probably just a bit cranky from being used on such filth, y'know?”

“... I see.” She sighs. “I trust you'll have someone look into it later, then?”

“Of course! I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise!”

She looks you in the eyes for a few moments before nodding. “Right... forgive me if I seem overbearing in this issue,” she says after a brief pause, “I... I know how rash your kind can be, and I'd like to avoid watching you die through some absolutely stupid and completely avoidable tragedy.”

“I'll do my best to avoid dying,” you promise, and Alirye grins.

“Good,” she replies, before fussing with your hair a bit, giving you a peck on the cheek, and hefting her spear. “Now, let's kill the rest of these imbeciles.”

“Right!” You gesture towards the central structure and make sure that your Multi-melta's still loaded and ready to go. “Let's crash whatever party they're having in there!”

“... I like the way you think.”

[1/2]

The two of you move into position by the wall amidst the sounds of a Chimera driving around and spraying everything that moves with its multilaser, and, as you prepare to make some very Imperial modifications (a nice side-access door, for example) to a classic example of the Orks' lame excuse for architecture, Alirye asks, “Shall I take point? Or would you rather I watch your back?”

>Take point, have Alirye cover you.
>Let Alirye take point, cover her.
>Neither. You nicked a couple of grenades...
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>38410621
>Take point, have Alirye cover you.

>>38410621
>Neither. You nicked a couple of grenades...
Explosions!

>>38410621
>Take point, have Alirye cover you.
We have the armor, she doesn't.

>>38410621
>Let Alirye take point, cover her.
She can shoot lightning and spray fire, that's a lot of dak- that's a big arsenal.

>>38410621
>Let Alirye take point, cover her.
Gotta let the waifu do stuff as well.

>>38410686
She has telekinesis, so maybe that should deflect any oncoming shots.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>38410629
>>38410686
>Me first!

>>38410663
HAHAHAHA! KABOOM!

>>38410699
>>38410728
>Letting the pretty girl have what she wants is usually a pretty good idea, relationship-wise!

Hmmm.

Okay, here's the deal- we'll do rock-paper-scissors! Winner gets to take point!

I'll roll 1d3 in this post, and one of you'll roll 1d3, too!

1 is rock, 2 is paper, 3 is scissors!

Get it?
"Got it, Esper!"
Good!

>>38410621
>Let Alirye take point, cover her.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>38411066

>>38411066
>>38411094
REROLL!

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>38411094
Aaand we tied.
Frak.

>>38411069
Uh, okay, you'll be the tie-breaker for the tie-breaker!

Alirye'll go first!

Writing!

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>38411139

>>38411139
>>38411158
...

Y'know what?
It's a Multi-melta.
It'll make a hole big enough for both Bella and Alirye to fit through.

How 'bout that?

Wait, why is this a rock-paper-scissors thing? That's not smart, just list the choices and roll for that.

You shrug. “I think it'll probably make a hole big enough for us to go in at the same time.”

Alirye scratches her chin. “Are you sure?”

“... Only one way to find out,” you note as you level the Multi-melta and fire, making a nice, big hole in the wall.

The two of you rush through the freshly-made opening. Once you clear the cloud of steam created by your entry, you see a trio of exceptionally-large greenskins in the center of a surprisingly large structure that, from the inside, looks to be equal parts barracks, throne room, and arena. Each greenskin is easily over two-and-a-half meters tall, clad in make-shift armor that's painted that same ugly red color as the tank-thing was, and armed to the teeth.

In fact, one of them is so heavily armored that you can't help but compare it to a Space Marine- indeed, if you were to take a Space Marine and beat him within an inch of his life with the Ugly Stick, he would probably look quite a lot like one of these brutes.

The three green giants are locked in what appears to be a three-way duel- they tear at one another with their huge metal claws and bludgeon each other with their guns (none of which has any fewer than two barrels) and bellow what you presume are meant to be insults at one another.

…

You exchange glances with Alirye, who seems just as unsure what to do as you are.

…

>Phosphor grenades? You have two- that should be enough to kill the unarmored ones at least... right?
>Try to sneak up on them and Multi-melta them into oblivion.
>Try to find a way to bring the ceiling (which seems to be made of various bits of heavy metal and machinery, thank the Emperor) down on the bastards. You're not dealing with three of 'em. Not today.
>Attack! Blitzkrieg! Take advantage of the element of surprise while they're distracted! And hope to the Emperor that you kill 'em all before they realize what's going on!
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>38411829
>Try to find a way to bring the ceiling (which seems to be made of various bits of heavy metal and machinery, thank the Emperor) down on the bastards. You're not dealing with three of 'em. Not today.

>>38411829
>Lay down some suppressing shots with the pistol as we begin firing the multi-melta at the heavy one.

This vote'll go for 20 minutes instead of 15, what with it being something of a 'boss fight.'
That's about another 7 minutes, as of now!

If you're lurking, now's probably the time to vote!

>>38411829
>Try to find a way to bring the ceiling (which seems to be made of various bits of heavy metal and machinery, thank the Emperor) down on the bastards. You're not dealing with three of 'em. Not today.

>>38411847
>>38412177
>More Architectural shenanigans!

>>38411882
Unleash the Emperor's holy dakka!

Okay!

>Roll D100 to try and bring the place down on top of 'em!

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>38412307

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>38412307
>>38412354
welp.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

Last-ditch to negate crit fail?

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>>38412354
Whoa.

Unless anon rolls a 1, that's a critfail.

On the bright side, if anon does roll a 1, then >>38412406's 14 will be the roll used, and that's pretty freakin' good.

Anyways, just need one more roll.
You can't do much harm, so don't be afraid!

>>38412467
... It's not linked to my post, so I won't count it.

I'm way too soft on you guys.

>>38412476
this going to be good

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>38412307
FOR THE EMPRAH!

>>38412528
WELP.

Doubles don't help do they?

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Rolled 67, 5, 18 = 90 (3d100)

>>38412528
>>38412406
>>38412354
>100

Alright, rolling for Nob perception and then writing!

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Heretics will never be able to take cadia, not never not no how.

>>38412666
>666
Anon, you are the heretic.

>>38412681
Trips get but now i got spikes and dildos all over me :/

>>38412701
Silly anon, the spikes are also dildos.

RIP Bella and Alirye. We'll miss them.

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I love this quest.

“... There!” Alirye whispers after a few moments of looking about the room, thrusting a finger towards a single piece of metal that runs vertically from the floor to the ceiling. Now that she's mentioned it, you notice … two, three, four... five columns around the room, placed seemingly at random, each one a similar piece of scrap- a long, uninterrupted strut or beam or what-have-you. “If we take those out, we should be able to bring the roof down on those assholes!”

You put the Multi-melta down and stroke your chin. “Good thinking, but... it seems pretty dangerous, doesn't it? I mean, who knows which beam'll be the straw that breaks the grox's back? And can we make it out if the ceiling comes down earlier than expected?” You grimace. “And what'll we do if the greenskins notice?”

“Yer gonna git krumped iz wot.”

“Exactly,” you say, nodding, “if you greenskins notice us, we'll be absolutely, positively,” you pause as you realize what just happened... you look behind you and find yourself looking at a very large, very pissed-off looking ork. “... frakked,” you finish weakly.

As if things weren't bad enough, the ork behind you is the bigger, armored one. His big claw-thing is slick with blood, which, you imagine, belongs to the now very-dead ork whose dismembered remains litter the area in which the three orks had been fighting earlier.

[1/2]

You laugh awkwardly. Maybe if you keep it distracted you can grab your Multi-melta and send it to oblivion... “That's, um, a nice... claw... thing... you've got there...?”

It blinks. “Me powah klaw /iz/ ded killy, innit? Dankz, oomie, I 'prish-ee-ate dat, I rilly duz. Itz not awf-ten ya see an oomie sayin' sumfin' noice 'bout sumfin' wot'z belongin' ta sumwun els.” It shakes its head. “Datz da kinda mat-yer-it-ee oomans neva seemz ta got, it iz.”

You blink. That... You think it might almost have a point. Almost.

“...I'm still gonna krump ya, I iz.”

“... Are you sure? I'm sure we could come to some sort of-”

The ork roars belligerently and swipes at you with its 'powah klaw.' You hop back to avoid it, and you would've been fine, were it not for the Multi-melta you left on the ground. Your foot catches on the weapon, and, as you're flailing and struggling to keep your balance, the ork's klaw catches your left arm, shearing through arm and armor alike.

You cry out in pain, lose what little balance you had managed to preserve, and fall flat on your back.

The ork steps closer and raises its 'powah klaw' again in preparation to deliver the killing blow.

Your immediate instinct is to pray. “Emperor protect me,” you breathe. It's a simple prayer, but an effective one nonetheless.

The ork brings its klaw down, and...

>You return the favor, slicing its arm off with claws of your own. (Shapeshifter Weapons)
>You draw your personal boltpistol and shoot it in the face. (Blessing: Nerves of Steel)
>You laugh, because it's much too slow and clumsy to hit you! (Heightened Reflexes)
>Something else? (Write-in!)

>>38413568
and then the ork did something straight out of Looney Tunes

>You draw your personal boltpistol and shoot it in the arm with the claw. (Blessing: Nerves of Steel)
Let's try to become his friends!

Sorry 'bout that delay. Internet went all weird there for a minute.

>>38413707
>You laugh, because it's much too slow and clumsy to hit you! (Heightened Reflexes)

>>38413707
>>38413731
blergh

>>38413707
>You laugh, because it's much too slow and clumsy to hit you! (Heightened Reflexes)

Did we just lose an arm?

>>38413707
>You laugh, because it's much too slow and clumsy to hit you! (Heightened Reflexes)
Super strength and better reflexes? Female space marine here we come.

>>38413731
... First of all, I don't think he wants to be your friend.
Second, you don't want to be his friend.
Lastly, shooting someone in the face is a really terrible way to befriend them!

>>38413776
Yep.

>>38413813
But we needed that for butt groping! It's not the same with metal hands.

>>38413707
>>You laugh, because it's much too slow and clumsy to hit you! (Heightened Reflexes)
Can't Alirye Mindwar the MAN? Or, you know, do something?

>>38413813
>Lastly, shooting someone in the face is a really terrible way to befriend them!
Nanoha would like a word.

>>38413844
The shape-shifting one involves growing the arm back. If you're that desperate, that'd be your option.

>>38413813
>Yep.
It wasn't all that clear seeing as that sentence just ended at it hitting our arm.

Also Aila better be able to reattach it, because fuck getting a cybernetic prosthetic, how can we properly hold hands with Alirye then? How can we feel her butt, tease her ears?

>>38413844
I know anon, though seeing as its a power klaw, Alirye should be able to put it in stasis for Aila to reattach

>>38413867
So can we get Aila to reattach it with a kickass scar later?

Kind of very important to know for the vote...

>>38413707
and I would liketo return the favor with my own claw... Will make it pretty later

>>38413894
Oh. Good point. You can reattach limbs sometimes.

>>38413860
>Can't Alirye Mindwar the MAN? Or, you know, do something?
Yeah, what the fuck is the useless boob doing? Just standing there watching us get our arm cut off?

>>38413913
you can reattach limbs a vast majority of the time when they are just cut off or severed, unless they are entirely destroyed, but the power klaw is a force weapon which just severed it

>>38413873
Shearing means 'cutting off,' doesn't it?
I apologize if that wasn't clear.

>>38413894
If you grow it back, you won't /need/ to reattach it?
Otherwise, it kinda depends. At the moment, reattaching would be possible, I think.

>>38413899
... is that a vote, anon?

>>38413930
Force weapons cut really cleanly, though, iirc. Also, Aila is a Magos Biologis. Reattaching limbs should be child's play.

>>38413867
Does it let us grow something extra downstairs?

>>38413963
>At the moment, reattaching would be possible
Well seeing as it was just sheared off then I say we get Alirye to put it in stasis for Aila to reattach later and I'll stick with my vote.

>>38413982
Exactly.

>>38413988
>text in spoilers
NO. That would be MUTATION, and MUTATION is HERESY.

>>38413963
it used to be before I learned what you said in this text I'm changing votes to the reflex thingy will have the kitty lady put it back on later

>>38414043
It's only a mutation if it's because Chaos.

>>38414043
But what if it was a blessing from the Big E? A sign that he wants us to help both the human and eldar races, and also bonk our warlock waifu

>>38414047
In English please?

>>38413988
... I suppose it could, yes. I don't think that sort of thing would occur to Bella, though.

Okay, these votes are all over the freakin' place, and it seems like there's mind-changing an' what-not going on, too.

So we'll do a definitive re-vote. Pick one, and only one. If you have questions, ask first and then vote once I've answered, to minimize headache.


>Heightened Reflexes- exactly what it says on the tin- you have reflexes that are quite excellent.

>Nerves of Steel- The Emperor has blessed you with the ability to stare death in the face and take action in situations where lesser men and women would be paralyzed by fear, panic, pain, etc.

>Shapeshifter Weapons- you can turn bodyparts into weapons that are very good at killing things. You'll also be able to regrow limbs as a side-effect of how the ability works.

>>38414164
He's changing votes to the Heightened Reflex one and hopes the AdNyech will reattach the arm.

>>38414164
I'm sorry my phone's voice to text program only does punctuation when it feels like it but it's the only way I can access 4 chan fuck yourself

>>38414202
>Heightened Reflexes- exactly what it says on the tin- you have reflexes that are quite excellent.

>>38414202
>Heightened Reflexes- exactly what it says on the tin- you have reflexes that are quite excellent.

>>38414202
>Heightened Reflexes- exactly what it says on the tin- you have reflexes that are quite excellent.
Sticking with this, though we should get Shapeshifter the next time the Big E gives us such a blessing.

>>38414229
So use its keyboard?

>>38414202
>Heightened Reflexes- exactly what it says on the tin- you have reflexes that are quite excellent.

>>38414252
I think that's probably it for a while. We're getting these too often for it to keep up. At this pace, we'll be the Star Child by thread 50.

>>38414252
I just said that doesn't work

>>38414270
The plan is for you to get one once per big 'thing'. 'Kill all the orks' is the first 'big' task you've been given.

The choices are largely situational, so it's entirely possible that you won't have the option to take shapeshifter weapon the next time 'round. Giving you powers that'll be useless in your current situation wouldn't do a lot of good, y'know?

>>38414346
No you didn't, you only said your phones voice to text program sucked, then told me to fuck myself, go be rude elsewhere.

>>38414364
>Giving you powers that'll be useless in your current situation wouldn't do a lot of good, y'know?
That logic is stupid.

If I'm currently asleep, that doesn't mean that I should forgo ever eating anything ever again because as I'm currently asleep, I don't need to eat...

The lack of situational context in the present does not exclude the chance that such context will ever present itself.

>>38414418
>I'm going to die. I'm about to be stabbed!
>>Here's three powers that'll help you not die because of stabbing!
>>Alternatively, I'll make you the richest man in the world!

Your example misrepresents the situation at hand, anon.

>>38414488
My example was more hyperbole to represent the failing of that logic, but I understand your counterpoint.

>>38414488
>Not thinking that by being the richest man in the galaxy we make a time machine, found the Ordos Chronos, come back in time and save us from being stabbed.

As to be expected of a pathetic Corpse God worshipper, you're plans are found lacking.

>>38414377
its not my fault you have such poor reading comprehension

>>38414551
How does you not being able to use your phone to post properly means my comprehension is poor?

>>38414242
>>38414248
>>38414252
>>38414256
>Nerves of Steel

It always makes me nervous when there's far fewer votes than there are IPs in the thread.

>>38414550
"I'm the richest man in the world"
>"Yeah, right." [Insert stabbing here]

Your plans are the ones lacking, anon. Because the whole 'getting stabbed to death' thing involves you dying. Being dead impedes your ability to do things, y'know.

Anyways, writing.

>>38413813
>Lastly, shooting someone in the face is a really terrible way to befriend them!

>>38413731
shoot it in the arm with the claw.

You OK?

>>38414614
>>Nerves of Steel
Uhh wut?

Did you misread those votes?

So, this goop stuff works like stims from Star Wars, and can give people superpowers if injected into them right? Does Alirye have any psyker powers like turning herself into a friendly, much like a Culexus Assassin?

>>38414614
>It always makes me nervous when there's far fewer votes than there are IPs in the thread.
Well the counter isn't really all that accurate and only gives you a glimpse at how many IPs post through the threads life, I've used 3 different IPs in this thread because I'm on wifi. Also some anons wake up, others go to sleep, timezones mean rarely will you get the numbers matching up.

>>38414614
Esper, those votes are clearly all for Heightened Reflexes.

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>>38414632
...

Somehow, yes.

...

I think that's probably a good indicator that I should've been asleep an hour or three ago.

Let's... let's end it here for today, and pick up another time, okay?

Would one of you archive this, please?
I don't think I have yet.

>>38414705
Yep, sounds like those meds kicked in.

Thanks for the thread Esper, see you next time.

>>38414705
Esper, how much powers is this goop giving Alirye?

>>38414705
Threads archived, hopefully it's up to standard, thanks for running Esper.