>>41226907
You walk out of the command throne and down to the main ship deck, where over 300 men and women manage main systems. Dressed in the black and gold star robes denoting their ranks, they begin to bow to you when you raise a hand to stop them. You look down at the second in command, captain Ovacus, as he approaches.

"My lord, decks 23-A through 46-B have been boarded. The enemy has seized control despite our best efforts, and are steadily advancing deeper inside."

You blink, the information on the decks already coming to your mind as you determine their vitality to the ship before looking down at captain. "Then they must not advance further. Seal decks 49-A through 60-B. Tell the men on he remaining decks to hold position until I arrive."

The captain bows, and you walk off of the deck as orders are sent. The ship has approximately 88 decks, with sub-decks split into designations ##-A, ##-B, and in some cases ##-C. The enemy has taken an unacceptable portion of the ship, with the lowest decks fortunately not completely taken. If you wish you could head straight to 49-A, or possibly use one of the many sub-passages to travel around to where the breach began. Due to the size of the passage though you would only be able to take your shadows, a possibly costly risk.

>Head straight to the defensive
>Use the sub-passages to travel around with your shadows
>write-in

>>41227016
>>Head straight to the defensive

>>41227016
>Head straight to the defensive

>>41227016
>Use the sub-passages to travel around with your shadows
Let's trap them in.

It was so nice of them to send subjects to autopsy.
And prisonners to interrogate.
And alien tech to study.
And poisons to make antidotes for most likely.

Alright then writing. Time for some Deldar action.

>>41227016
>Head straight to the defensive

Sorry bout that I died for a second. Gonna post soon. So any suggestions for dark eldsr writing or shall you leave it in my hands?

>>41228339
Blood for the Emperor God.

>>41228339
I don't know enough about warhammer to suggest anything.

>>41228339

I'm sure your writing will be good, just be sure to capture the brutality of d.eldar.

>>41228437
And the appropriate surprise to seeing such a big human for the first time.

>>41228582

Oh, that otta be good.

Though the side passsges of the ship are a highly tactical option, you feel that directly assisting the defense would be better. You walk out of the command deck, walking down a corridor decorated in the symbols of every hive city on Kilionos, a symbol of a dark sun above each to symbolize your rule. The grand hall smells of oils and incense, recently applied by dozens of workers. Alongside them are dozens of power weapons, built for you to symbolize the hive cities dedication to your rule. From the dark shadows of the hall appear your Shadows, falling in ranks behind you with practiced precision. You advance through the ship speedily, your soldiers almost sprinting to keep up with your pace as you pass through the many unharmed ship decks. You eventually reach the barricades, where the men are gathered. These ones are prepared, hundreds of soldiers crowding the large hall to deck 49-A, a wall of guns facing the sealed steel doors. Upon seeing you they bow, and in a few moments the doors are open as you head to deck 48-B.

As you approach the sub-deck you smell blood and death, hitting your mind instantly. The smell of a dozen different unknown substances, accompanied by the scent of lasfire and autocannon shots. Eventually the damage becomes more apparent, as fires and smoke surround you. You hear vox chatter in your helmet for a split second, before all goes silent except for blaring alarms and raging infernos.

It then happened. In a split second they attacked. From the left and right two figures jumped out of the flames at speeds impossible for a human. From their handheld weapons they shot black bolts that killed 4 shadows before they even knew what was happening. In their other hands they carried long swords, but you do not see the rest of their appearance...

...because your already moving.

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>>41228776
>Slash left with blade, eliminate the other with your fist
>fall back from their attack and open fire
>Grab both by their heads, and crush them
>Step forward and spin with your blade in a wide slicing motion
>Write in

>>41228808
>Grab both by their heads, and crush them

>>41228808
>Slash left with blade, eliminate the other with your fist

>>41228808

>grab both by their heads, and crush them

>>41228808
>Slash left with blade, eliminate the other with your fist

>>41228808
>Step forward and spin with your blade in a wide slicing motion
D Eldar have shit defense. I'd like to see them block this.

>>41228808
>>Grab both by their heads, and crush them

>>41228808
>>Slash left with blade, eliminate the other with your fist
So we can keep walking as if nothing happened.

So afterwards dealing with these intruders, do we finish crippling the enemy Capital, try to capture the DE Noble/whoever's in command and stuff?

>>41229169
Capture enemies where we can for interrogation. inject them with Numbing Agents before torturing them

In a manner that can almost be calm you attack. In less than a second you have Flamebringer in your left hand and active, black flames dancing along the ornate weapon, while your right fist is on the move. Your weapon, forged by the masters of ancient man, slices through the air, leaving burning air in its trail. It slices into the left enemy during their charge, perfectly bisecting them and lighting them on fire due to its intense heat. Meanwhile your right fist slams into the chest of your right foe, sending their now shattered corpse into the flames like a ganger throws trash into an incinerator. You turn back to the dead shadows, their bodies already being eaten away by some insidious means, before spinning around as a flurry of green and black bolts comes from smoke ahead.

Without a word your shadows are in cover and firing back, as you stand in the center of the storm of death, though your seemingly untouchableness wont last much longer.

>Engage with Sunshooter
>Charge! You must see your foe to kill them.
>Fall into cover with your shadows
>(Roll d20)Activate your powers

>>41229330
>Numbing Agents
>Torturing
>Dark Eldar

It isn't going to work anon.

>>41229340
>>(Roll d20)Activate your powers

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>41229340
>(Roll d20)Activate your powers

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>41229340
>>Engage with Sunshooter
>(Roll d20)Activate your powers

>>41229415

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>41229340

>Activate your powers

>>41229340
>Fall into cover with your shadows
>Engage with Sunshooter

>>41229445
>>41229415

Either I'm that drunk or 4chan hates me.

>>41229350
>>41229350
numb their pain so that they get no satisfaction from the torture. To them it would be unbearable.Do you even Deldar Anon

>>41229566
Not feeling any sensation is a sensation within itself.

In fact I'm pretty sure they are so choked up on sensory overlord, depriving them of their senses will give them a horrifying yet arousing ecstasy.

Posted in wrong thread woops!

Alright seems we used our powers. Writing!

Step right up anons and choose how Sol kills deldar with his powers! All suggestions applicable, or you could always pick the mystery box!

>Make it Grimdark Kraven

>>41229863
Do the dark eldar have any tech in their armor or is it just armor?

>>41229863
I like mystery boxes.

>>41229908
Tech of course!

>>41229985
Bake them within their own suits!

>>41229863
>>Make it Grimdark Kraven

Never could resist MYSTERIES!

All Hail Bill Cipher

>>41229863
-Turn their technology on them by making their guns explode when fired, grenades go off on themselves, make their armor not want to move anymore! Or encourage their armor to move in ways that is not healthy for a squishy body within like.
-Boil blood within victims own body.
-Crush!
-Pull apart!
-At the same time!
-Mind rape/crush with the weight of our full psyche!
Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

Right lets write!

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Unlike your men who hide in cover and fire bsck with their guns you need no weapons. You can use your enemies own equipment against them, and even harm them without it. Your powers activate, your superhuman mind extending outward with little effort. You can feel your soldiers weaponry in their hands, their beating hearts enclosed in flesh, blood, and armor. You can feel the rumbling ship and all the damage its sustained, along with the men and women and technology in it. And then there are the xenos. You feel them as an alien presence, an a black spot on your ship that disgust you immensely. They must feel it as well, as all over the ship you feel them shudder behind arcane pieces of armor, knowing that something is upon them tht they dearly fear.

You can make out their forms, covered in spikes and edges, carrying a variety of weapons filled with malice. Their swords in their hands meant to cause malicious pain, guns made to kill in ways inhumanly brutal, and much more. With a thought you change that. Throughout the ship your will is exercised. Guns explode in their users hands, malign instruments fail, armor pierces its wearers or breaks itself and the flesh inside. In front of you their are screams as you boil the soldiers alive, dropping their weapons as they scream and claw and beg for help. One stumbles forward, succesfully taking off its helmet to breathe in the smoky air.

>cont

>>41230843
We're like a god on our ship they decided to enter our domain.

Sorry its been a slow night, but dont worry im not done for a while.

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Before the xeno can react you have him in your grip. Your hand is wrapped around his neck, looking at him with disdain. He struggled in your grip, his hits doing nothing as he punches and kicks at your armor. His features are sharp...too sharp. From the grey skin to angular eyes and sharp ears, everything about him is inhuman...and it disgust you. He says something in his alien tongue, a fast speedy sound full of words and most likely curses as his face becomes a mask of hate.

>kill him and continue
>Show him your face(one does not merely look at a primarch after all)and then continue

>>41231260
>>kill him and continue

He is beneath us

>>41231260
>kill him and continue
Get fucked xeno scum

>>41231260
>kill him and continue
Primarch or no Primarch, parading in the middle of battle ain't healthy

>>41231260
>>kill him and continue

>>41231260
>kill him and continue

>>41231260

Kill him and continue

Rolled 16 (1d20)

Crush his head and work on a way to blow up that ship on our side... with our powers

You deign to carry on for now. You can examine this beast when your ship is clear. Your fingers tighten, and he dies instantly as his neck snaps with a sickening sound before you throw his corpse to the side. Advancing onward without fear, you stride through the flames and smoke, past the corpses of twisted humans and xenos, and continue to the lower decks until you are attacked again. Unlike before there are not a few enemies, instead you are faced with over a dozen xenos, moving fast to engage with swords and knives. You run at them as well, covering the ground in less than a second before bringing flamebringer down in an arcing slice. Three xenos fall, the smell of spilling organs and scorched flesh filling your nostrils as the other three circle around. One stabs at your leg, its blade failing to penetrate before you backhand it across the room. A fifth one manages to take out a still working pistol and fire off a shot before it explodes in his hand.

The shot contacts with your helmet, causing the sensors and runes inside to fade as the lens breaks. You take a step back, a scowl on your face, before ripping the ruined protection off to reveal your face. Upon seeing it the xenos cower, you can feel and see it. A twitch there, a step back here, its obvious they realize what they are facing. But it is too late for them now, as your anger has finally reached a peak.

First they attack your fleet. Then they invade your ship. And now they slaughter the crew and infest it like flies in a wound! As your anger grows your eyes glow brighter, and behind your head a black halo of power forms. The seven remaining aliens crumble as a psychic pulse flies through the ship, dying instantly yet feeling the pain of being torn apart by everything from lasrifles to ship cannons. You walk forward over their corpses, and grip your blade hard. Its time to rid of this pest!

>Head to the first boarding ship
>Head to the second
>Write in(can be pretty much anything, your a primarch)

>>41231980
>>Head to the first boarding ship
assault the first boarding ship while your unidirectional cannon finally deals with the second?

>>41231980
>Head to the first boarding ship

>>41232088

I like that, voting for boarding the first while the cannon destroys the second one

Seems weve dropped off to only 3 posters anons! Well ill call it a night, next podt is final post.

New guy here. Whats up with mcs face?

>>41232730
They just realized we are a Primarch and now they're scared..

>>41232730
Primarchs are known to make mortals weep, have heart attacks, and fall to their knees just by being in their presence. Imagine being in the presence of a pissed off demigod.

Can't wait to meet our bros, but yh I missed the thread so I'll be here next time

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You advance forward, heedless of the inferno around you as black light spills around your body. You head to the deck where the ship was boarded, 23-A, and rush to eliminate the invaders. You pass the twisted corpses of friend and foe alike, with most xenos dead from the earlier psionic burst of energy. You move from deck to deck, felling enemies in the dozens as your blade slices from left to right. The enemy attempts to wound you with ancient and cruel weaponry, only for it to either malfunction or have no effect on your form. Some try to flee your wrath, but you are upon them with leaps and dashes that leave smoldering corpses and broken bodies.

Eventually you reach deck 23-A, to find a veritable army of monstrosities in your way. Tall and gangly, armed with working guns and swords, they all aim their weapons at you. The only thing they earn back is a scowl, as the full extent of your powers comes to the fore. As a an eclipse forms above your head, and your red hair flows down your back, your will becomes undeniable. You are Sol Prementus, and your progress shall never be slowed! The xenos fire, and you charge...


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>>41233122
Fuck yeah, we're going to make their guns explode next thread right?

I also like how far we've come and am definitely looking forward to how the Emperor and other Primarchs react to us.

>Eggrolls are sandwiches

Oh, ok.

>>41233122
Thank you for running. Your sentence structure wasn't quite on the top of its game today, but otherwise it was a fun run.

>>41233258
Did it from a phone on the move, so sorry bout that.

>>41233333
Them digits man.

>>41233333
Is Sol, with his psychic powah, ever gonna get a sneak preview of the emperor or maybe magnus? A brief connection, a sudden awareness of a great being being aware of you and you of him. Just a peek, just enough to know they seek us, and we should be ready?

>>41233470
Depends on whether I do it or not on some things, like when he's using psychic power and where. Also im still deciding when to introduce the emperor.

>>41233528
How about during a war or something? He shows up with his space marines while we're conducting a planetary invasion?

>>41233594
*Shoots anon with Bolter*
Anyone else wanna look ahead at my plans?!

>>41233659
Perhaps we run into a crusade fleet while on the warpath?

>>41233659
Keep it to yourself and surprise us.

>>41233659
Just as planned[Spoiler]

Rolled 13 (1d20)

Rolling for the dark elder cabel leader becomes obsessed with us because we are the 1 thing that never breaks, the only thing to endlessly elude her grasp