You were completely and utterly alone. You were part of the mightiest race that had ever stepped on the universe and still you stick out like an undesirable pimple.

What in the warp were you? You didn't knew your real age, having exchanged your face for a metallic plated cranium didn't helped clearing it up either. On your mind there were barely any memories of your past before your brain chip had become defective…

You had been called soulless and experienced firsthand how strange magicks didn't had effect on you or explosively backfired. Like a servitor, emotions and other kind of sensations had little to no effect on your persona but as time passed you became more and more empathic and emotion driven; Alaria, Karelia, Liwet, Juliannus and your other many friends had turned you into a slave of your own emotions.

Right now you were surrounded by dangers; Orks, Eldar, Corrupted Astartes and many other dangerous fiends that wanted to kill you. On the other hand you were on a Space Hulk, a labyrinth of corridors that hold marvelous treasures and relics of ages past. You were a shadow of your former self, the Heracor of the past would have simply hid and prayed to the Omnissiah for salvation… Your bionics weren't only weapons and extensions of yourself, they gave you the confidence that you needed to act like a true warrior of the Machine God.

Even if you were completely alone and on the direst situation imaginable you had in mind your most sacred mission, saving technology from unworthy hands and fighting any enemy of the Imperium to do so. You had committed too many crimes already and it was time for you to repay them with heroic acts. Alaria deserves a good father!

>>42193290
With steady and striding steps you moved away from the Greenskins and searched around for something edible. Luckily you found some hydroponic gardens that grew what seemed to be corn and other vegetables that you couldn't identify due to how used you were to already processed food and not eating naturally. After filling your stomach and feeling way more refreshed you headed out, trying to discover where to go and what do to avoid as many dangers as possible.

Not very far from your position you heard several animalistic grunts and the kind of roughly mispronounced low gothic that the Orks spoke. Apparently they were butchering and devouring some kind of meat. You slowly got close to them to see what they were up to; it was indeed the contrary of your original intentions but the more you knew of your enemy the easier you would be able to avoid it. Surrounding what seemed to be a cafeteria there were many crude bikes from Orkoid manufacture and design, next to them there were a couple of Astartes ones, surely to be soon butchered for spare pieces. Using your magnetic feet you were easily able to ascend the ferric walls of the Hulk and get into one of the spacious vent tunnels that crossed the entire metallic monstrosity. Crawling across the vent you were able to see how they were all surrounded around a table and eating an Astartes that seemed to have been alive not long ago, among other things there were smaller orkoid lifeforms and what seemed like fungi. The stink of it all was completely unbearable and vomit inducing, you crawled back as best as you could and after walking a little to recover yourself an idea popped on your mind.

>>42193308
You returned to the bikes and using your incendiary grenades sabotaged three of them, you hid the explosive devices between the engines and the deposit and then cut part of your robes to create some thin yet resistant fabric strips, then all you had to do was tie those strips to the pin and the accelerator handle; the time they tried to accelerate they would unknowingly remove the pin and burst into an explosion that would be empowered by the promethium deposits. You ended without any other grenade to use but you knew how to craft them, sooner or later you would have the chance to make more. You also looked around and studied the bikes trying to be as silent and stealthy as possible; after the examination you grabbed the best crafted Ork bike and an Astartes one and carefully pushed them into the Hydroponic Garden in which you had been eating not long ago; using your flamer dendrites you welded all the entrances and proceeded to work on dismounting those two bikes to create a mix of them.

This act was something that troubled your mind, designing such a vehicle without the approbation of a Magos was heretical, on the other side there was the fact that you had already created several non-sanctioned vehicles and that this act could also be interpreted as an act of mercy; Your bike would only have pieces of Imperial manufacture that were untouched by both Xenos and Heretical hands. The garden you were at wasn't the best garage to work at but at least it had a steady supply of water and plenty of space and light to use.

The first thing you did was dissecting both bikes until all their pieces were separated, then as if it were a mere puzzle you grabbed several parts of each and used them to create something unique. About an hour or so after you started working you heard some arguing about some “Gits dat stole our bikes” and shortly after that a series of explosions followed by painful screams. Success.

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>>42193329
About after an entire day of work you were able to create something ridable, it didn't looked tainted nor alien and all its components were of human origin. Honestly, you were pretty proud and even felt that if presented to some Magos it might even accept manufacturing it, surely for civil use. It was long and sleek and you managed to paint it black with some chemical product that doubled as both paint and floral vitamin supplement.

After ending its construction you used your powerblade to unweld the doors and headed out with it. It wasn't as stable as you would have desired but that was something predictable, most pieces didn't completely fit together and had to be fixed by pure strength or other methods. It was incredibly fast and powerful thought, its engine roared loud but didn't made as much noise as the ork bikes, it wasn't as if its machine spirit had the need to brag about it. The first thing you did was crossing across the trap that you had left before. There were several dead bodies around with fire still devouring them and charred husks that spewed smoke from their burnt pores. Incredibly there were indications of people that survived and ran away in the form of ash filled steps and blood drops, this was confirmed when you saw not very far away a moribund greenskin with at least the 70% of his skin burned, he was dragging himself trying to find some help. You accelerated and drove into his direction, by the time he noticed your presence and became able to turn around you were already a few feet away from his face. He didn't had the chance to react, only to become surprised and spew a weak “Wut da Zog” before your bike ran over his thick cranium and turned it into a gory gushing fountain.

Happy with yourself and leaving a trail of blood under your wheels you drove towards the closest ship that formed the Space Hulk. It was a Rogue Trader frigate that was only a few minutes away from your position.

>>42193351
You drove fast and steadily, noticing ork and chaos patrols from time to time and looking at how some skirmishes between them erupted. The Orks might have invaded the Main Control Room but they were very far from completely conquering the Hulk.

Just as you were about to reach the frigate you saw how a figure jumped from some elevated arch and with a gracile agility landed as if it were a feather and threatened you with his sword. Doing some strange lip movements it filled the room with a musicality that seemed to come from nowhere yet surround you two. From the ground some pale white claw like columns formed around, forcing you to make an emergency stop before you could run over him as you originally intended. Those pillars seemed to have been constructed quickly and hastily, under a close inspection you are sure that a plasma shoot would break them into pieces and give you freedom.

As you suspected it was Esciallan, the lone Eldar whose world was being threatened and under the risk of being invaded and completely destroyed.

“Please, son of Terra, hear my beg and help me.”

>”I have already helped you way more than you deserve Xenos.” Ignore him, open then a breach and enter the Frigate.
>”If the help that you seek is an honourable death for your shameful acts then bring it on.” Get off the Bike and prepare your weapons for combat.
>”Die vile xenos!” Run over him with your bike.
>”Speak quickly…” Stay on the bike, hear his pleas and judge if he deserves your help.
>Write in.

>”I have already helped you way more than you deserve Xenos.” Ignore him, open then a breach and enter the Frigate.

Bloody hell, that's a lot of words

Fuck, twenty minutes and only one response, does my quest suck and I am just trying to run something that should be dead?

Anyway, going with:
>”I have already helped you way more than you deserve Xenos.” Ignore him, open then a breach and enter the Frigate.

>>42193742
Nah, Maybe you started too early? Quest can be slow on some days

Besides twenty minutes is not the worst that could happen try an hour

>>42193371
>”I have already helped you way more than you deserve Xenos.” Ignore him, open then a breach and enter the Frigate.

"The beg of a Xenos means nothing to me, you are hopeless now. I have already helped you way more than you deserve..."

You grabbed your plasma cannon and showed him the superiority of human technology by destroying his puny bone columns. With each bolt of superheated plasma at least three columns fell down and broke into a thousand pieces. The Eldar fell onto his knees in pure despair and started to sob, you could have easily finished him off by driving your heavy bike over his lithe spine but a speck of compassion struck you and made you drive next to him instead.

As you entered into the Rogue Trader frigate you noticed that the floors started to be more and more sticky and that manoeuvring was becoming something tricky, with a quick look around you noticed that it was due to some spidery gossamer that became more and more common as you went deeper into the voidship, it wasn't until you reached an open chamber that had half digested bodies hanging from web sacks that you understood in which kind of danger you were.

>>42194193

You stopped and left the engine running while you dismounted to study the strange spider webs. They were silky yet sticky, it reflected light as if it were formed by diamond dust. The webs that were made with them had regular polygonal forms that resembled to the sacred machinery pieces that formed the guts of the Imperium. Still...there was no sign of any arachnid around.

It didn't too you long to find a map around, it was a material one made from scroll paper and cartographed with black ink. It was dusty and half broken, surely it had at least a century among its fibres. From your current position you could reach several areas easily without the use of lifts, which are surely unusable.

The first area was the living grounds, mostly rooms and common areas. The second accessible area was the storing warehouses, surely you could find treasures in there but such ample and open areas would leave you completely exposed to dangers. The third area was the Admech Cathedral, it would surely hold the most sacred treasures that might be found there but who knows how corrupted it might be after being fused with this Space Hulk for so long.

Roll 1D100
>Explore the rooms and common areas
>Explore the warehouses
>Explore the AdMech Cathedral
>Explore around into the search of more areas
>Study the source of the Spider webs
>Return to the despaired Eldar
>Return and explore another ship
>Return and do something else (Write in)

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>42194211
>Explore the AdMech Cathedral

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>Explore the rooms and common areas

look for hidden treasures in closets

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>>42194211
>Explore the AdMech Cathedral

You burnt the tire while pressing the brake to remove all the web stick to it and drove like a madman towards the Cathedral. After ten minutes or so the spider webs started to appear less frequently until they completely ceased to appear, whatever they were you ran away from them.

After a while you found yourself in front of a massive gear filled door that once held a precious and sacred Mechanicus symbol and now had been desecrated and mutated into another new one, it was a circle connected to a line that ended in two curves, you had seen that symbol before and knew that it meant trouble but you didn't exactly knew what it represented nor its name.

As soon as you rested your hand on the giant door you noticed several mechanisms behind receiving your touch as a welcome and used their hydraulics and electricity to completely open it for you. You expected active forges, busy servitors and techpriests and other kind of common acts on the other side but you found nothing, it was completely dark and apparently empty. It was dead.

But not quite dead, strange screeches and movements could be heard and noticed from time to time. Inhuman noises and movements. Some of them sounded completely mechanical and were small while others had a organic tone on them and were bigger in size.

>Hide your bike and then yourself. Use your night vision to study those creatures
>Hold the ground. Use your plasma rifle and open fire at the moving shadows.
>Get on your bike, turn on the light and grab your chainsword, drive fast and slash anyone who gets way too close.
>Write in.

>>42194662
>>Get on your bike, turn on the light and grab your chainsword, drive fast and slash anyone who gets way too close.

>>42194662
>>Hide your bike and then yourself. Use your night vision to study those creatures

>>42194959
Sorry, I have already started working on:
>Get on your bike, turn on the light and grab your chainsword, drive fast and slash anyone who gets way too close.

>>42193278
FUCK YEAH! Welcome back Axsisel!

>>42194662
>Get on your bike, turn on the light and grab your chainsword, drive fast and slash anyone who gets way too close.

You memorized every inch of the Cathedral on your mind and then unsheathed your chainsword. It was already somewhat worn by the effect of time but still it worked perfectly and was as beautiful as the first day. You used it to cut an X on the ground and feel the shower of sparks against your naked flesh, a sensation that would terrify most but felt homecoming to you.

After that you sat on the bike and revved both the engine of the bike and the chainsword. After reviving the map of the Cathedral for one last time you hit the road and plunged into the darkness. The strange creatures started following your track soon after, they howled and ran behind you as best as they could, the mechanic and small ones were able to fly and used an unnatural agility to try to attack you with what seemed to be some kind of tentacle like weapon and other small claws that it had on its base.

Raising your chainsword you managed to swing and slash one of those tentacles before it became able to strangle you, as soon as it reached the ground it violently exploded in a cloud that left behind a trail of fire, acid and shrapnel. The sudden explosion illuminated the area for a second, still it was enough time for you to subliminally see and discover what you were being attacked by.

They were servoskulls that were attached with some jump pack like turbines, a couple of dendrite like tentacles and some claws on its base. Its machine spirit had become completely vicious and salvage and tried to attach to you with its claws as best as it could. You would have to find a way of safely destroying them, severing their dendrite like tentacles made the amputated end to explode violently after a while. Since you didn't had a way of counteracting them yet you ran away as best as you could.

>>42195419

Something, or someone, suddenly activated the lights of the entire Cathedral, revealing its dark secrets. The bigger foes were slaves of the corrupted servoskulls, they were humans that were once loyal servants and citizens and had been now degraded to the point of no return; the servoskulls were attached to their spines, one of the two dendrites entered into their mouths and the other inside their anus. They moaned strong and lewdly and seemed that every movement they did was an orgasmic bliss. Their weak and thin stomachs were bulged and deformed by the quick movements of the dendrites and explored their intestines and guts.

One of them managed to reach close to you, it was a male, no more than twenty years old, thin and apparently dehydrated. The dendrites in its interior were incredibly deep, he was a puppet of the dark forces now. As he got closer his moans became louder than the noise of your engine, then, a mechanical voice appeared with the following message: "CONNECTION COMPLETE"

You accelerated and piloted as fast as you could from it; the slave exploded into a million bits, the explosion started a cacophony of sounds and effects that were astonishing. After the explosion ceased there was nothing of the body any more, it was completely evaporated; there was instead a massive crater covered in acid, spikes and bolts and fire among other things.

Whatever that thing was it was completely insane and unnatural. You had to discover what was going on in there.

>Try to find some server cogitator that might have the archives of what those creatures are.
>Now that the lights are on you can fight them, drive and kill as many as you can.
>Return back, try to meet with the Eldar Esciallan to know if he knows anything about this.
>Write in.

>>42195440
>Try to find some server cogitator that might have the archives of what those creatures are.

>>42195440
>>Try to find some server cogitator that might have the archives of what those creatures are.

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>>42195440
>Try to find some server cogitator that might have the archives of what those creatures are.

You drive towards some server room or archive that might have information on what those slaves and modified servoskulls are, it doesn't takes you very long leaving those creatures behind, not because of your cunning tactics or speed, they simply seemed to not be interested in you and moved to some other area.

Following the cables on the ceiling you end reaching a massive room that is heated by the many processors and dust filled ventpipes. A massive central Teslaplasmatic generator powered it all with a massive hydrogen filled coil that glowed white-blue with a sunfire like plasma covering and a veil of electric arcs that violently reached the ground from its core.

After a while you managed to find and Input terminal that let you find the necessary information. It was about a project called ATRAVISEREXTREMIS. You accessed it and the corrupted holo-picture of a hooded person appeared, it seemed to be a fellow techpriest but it was warped, it had left the sanity behind in the reach of new impossible goals, it was an heretek.

>++ ATRAVISEREXTREMIS ++<

>"To whoever who finds this registry book. I am Shexpiron, warpforger of the Angels of Ecstasy warband. I am currently settled on this Space Hulk, the Deus Cadaveris..."

The man grabbed a single and unmodified human skull.

>"The Noise Marines of this precious warband has laid his eyes on the Jasdevi Craftworld, a small and nubile Eldar Craftworld that instead of warring and fighting prefers to have a semi pacifist mindset. They prefer to hide among the shadows of the empty galaxy and instead of warring they offer their services as mercenaries and builders to other Craftworlds after they have been attacked. Most of their members are bonesingers and can create wraithbone out of thin air."

>>42196195

Shexpiron the Heretek grabbed that skull and installed the rig that had the turbine and the two tentacle like dendrites on them.

>"Invading this craftworld won't be a challenge really, it will be a complete and absolute massacre. Still, killing an Eldar is an annoying and tricky thing. On my mission to serve the Angels of Ecstasy and Slaanesh as best as I can I brainstormed what would be the best way of killing and Eldar and destroying its Spirit Stone at the same time. The answer was easy, an explosion. Something way too fast for them to dodge and destructive enough to damage their soul traps."

He continued working on the servoskull, and talked without looking at the camera.

>"Grenade launchers are cheap and easy to maintain weapons, still they cannot be use as a primary combat method due to their effect being somewhat slow compared to Bolters. Underslung Grenade Launchers were also an option but they were slow to reload and those few reload seconds would be the perfect time for the vile Eldar to run away."
>"I wanted to go further, and it was then, when after injecting some promethium derived flamer fuel on my eyelids, got struck with the solution. Slaanesh talked to me during my ecstatic delirium and gave me the solution. I created some Grenade Launcher shells that could be stacked and covered with a plastic shell that could turn them into basically Dendrites...while still conserving their original explosive!"
>"Those capsules can hold many things on their interior; fuel, acid, a flash of ligth, noise generators...pretty much anything can be encapsulated into a grenade launcher shell!"

>>42196216

The description went on but some of those servoskull drones and enslaved persons seemed to be approaching, their grunts getting closer and closer, on top of them the mechanical steps of a corrupted marine sounded over them.

>Continue listening, the more you know the better.
>Try to hide and listen as best as you can from your hiding point.
>Run away
>Download the documents and run away. Those might be corrupted thought.
>Write in.

Holy shit the quest is going slow today. I'm going to make some dinner. See you guys in 30 minutes or so

>>42196230
>Try to hide and listen as best as you can from your hiding point.
To be fair your return was sooner than you said.

>>42196230
>>Try to hide and listen as best as you can from your hiding point.

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>>42196230
>Try to hide and listen as best as you can from your hiding point.

The sounds of their growls and steps are getting closer and closer, you cover the bike with some loincloth that was lying around and hide in some locker that once held washing products and instruments. Before the enemies managed to enter you activate the sound dampener.

With a kick the corrupted marine removes the door from its hinges and sends it flying away several feet. He...(she?) enters first with his Bolter raised and scouting the area to discover where you were. Its armor and weapon were both mutated and warped beyond belief, they were of a dark purple colouration and apparently formed by several gaping holes that spit a saliva smelling and looking substance and had inhumanly long and thick tongues pouring from them from time to time, in some occasion two or more of those aimlessly tongues met and twisted together in a lust filled kiss that dripped at least a couple of gallons of tainted saliva from their sloppy and wet movements. Another interesting detail on his armor was several darkly covered stripes that acted as a screen and illuminated with rainbow like columns every time someone did a noise as if it were a sound spectrum analyser.

The marine dismissed the heretical servoskull and enslaved people and started searching you on his own.

"Co-come on little sheep... the W-w-warpforger has said that there is an intruder...the orks aren't smart enough to enter inside our computer archives...are...are you an Eldar? B-b-by the Dark Prince I hope you are an Eldar spy...~"

There was an alarming joy on his stuttering voice; fear invaded every inch of your body as you noticed how close to you he was slowly getting. With every step the noise analysers of his armor glowed like some condensed rainbow...if your sound dampener stopped working you would be surely discovered and tortured viciously...

>Roll 1d100

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>>42197031

>>42197101
Why the fuck does this quest get so many +90 crits?

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>42197031
rolling
>>42197121
Heracor is blessed?

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>42197031
GO AWAY SLAANESH PARTOL!

>>42197031
The degenerated demigod apparently hears something far away that catches his attention and runs away with haste, letting you alone on the room, after a while you leave your hiding place and return to watching the documentary:

>"...So, I captured this lesser Tzeentchian daemon and placed it on the Alchemic Womb. Its random and unpredictable nature made it create grenade launcher shells filled with all kind of contents. Those shells were then connected and covered first with the aforementioned plastic coverage and then a pleasure inducing gel.

At this point he had ended creating the servoskull monstruosity, its two dendrite tentacles were filled with explosive grenade launcher shells that could contain all kind of things, from explosives to water. It let it fly towards and unfortunate victim that was chained to a close wall.

>"The completed artefact is something that I have called Atraviserextremis. It has two objectives, attach itself to a host and complete the circuit. One end goes into the mouth, the other into the anus, they usually meet in the stomach; when both ends meet they close the circuit and all the contents explode. The result of the explosion cannot be predicted, it can be a rain of acid or a harmless noise explosion."

It let the Atraviserextremis fly away like a predator towards its victim, it was apparently a female Eldar infant.

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>>42197620

>"As most races have a unique digestive tract this weapon can be used with most species, be it xenos or humans."

The skull violently sunk his claws on the back of the lithe alien and the two tentacles soon started to rape her. Due to her small age and frame they didn't needed long to reach her stomach and complete the circuit. The girl exploded with a screeching moan that scarred your soul.

>"The last moments of the subject is a pleasure induced torture, the explosion usually coincides with an orgasm and the explosion itself destroys the Eldar Spirit Stone, assuring that its tortured soul will be received by Slaanesh. The servoskull is programmed to explode once they are close to members of the host race, unless it enslaves an Astartes it won't attack any Chaos Space Marine."

The image then depicted thousands of those Atraviserextremis Servoskulls, already assembled and ready to be used. If the depicted numbers were real the warband would completely obliterate the Jasdevi Eldars.

>Download his creations and give them to the Inquisitor once your mission is over, he might reward you.
>Erase his notes and try to find were all those dormant corrupted servoskulls are. Destroy them.
>Leave them alone, you can fight them with ease and they will decimate the Eldars, leaving you with less enemies to fight with.
>Write in.

>>42197666
>>Erase his notes and try to find were all those dormant corrupted servoskulls are. Destroy them.

>>42197666
>>Erase his notes and try to find were all those dormant corrupted servoskulls are. Destroy them.

ANGRY techpreists noises intensify

Seriously such a shitty inefficient weapon.

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>>42197735
>Seriously such a shitty inefficient weapon.

I tried to come with something original...

>>42197787
It is original, and chaotic as all hell. However, the weapon IS inefficient. Why go to all that trouble and not rig up an improved ausepx instead?


The techpriest who made it was obviously deranged.

Not trying to insult you, just judging it by Heracor's standards. Inefficient = shit to him

>>42197666
>Erase his notes and try to find were all those dormant corrupted servoskulls are. Destroy them.

You start to erase those notes and documents as fastest as you could. It was surprising how vain that Shexpiron was. The documents weren't protected by any kind of password by the system asked you at least three times if you were sure of deleting them and why would you delete such precious creations. For a moment you considered the cogitator to be possessed by an Abominable Intelligence but you were sure that not even someone as deranged as Shexpiron would dare to do that.

After deleting all the documents and cleansing the hard disk from such foul contents you connected to the cameras and looked at them in the search of the place were they were stored. When you found it you couldn't believe it. It was on the warehouse of the Rogue Trader frigade, a place that you could have ended in not long ago. A multifaction war had erupted in there.

Jewel filled giant spiders, Orks and Astartes that used the Atraviserextremis weapon were fighting all over the place and wrecking it completely. It seemed that the Astartes were going to fight this skirmish, they were surely used to fight the spiders, they surely only let them invade the frigate and reproduce to have something to fight and to collect the jewels that grew on their bodies and eyes.

The marine that stalked you not long ago was laughing like a maniac and using his bolter to kill orks and spiders left and right.

>Let them fight, study how the combat develops and enter the warehouse once it is all over.
>Try to reach the engines of the frigate, if you activate them and run away you might be able to forcefully deattach the ship from the hulk and let it enter into the warp without a Geller field, killing a great number of astartes, orks and beasts that are inside.
>Leave this dammed place, this is not your cause nor your fight.
>Write in.

>>42198098
>>Try to reach the engines of the frigate, if you activate them and run away you might be able to forcefully deattach the ship from the hulk and let it enter into the warp without a Geller field, killing a great number of astartes, orks and beasts that are inside

>>42198098
>>Try to reach the engines of the frigate, if you activate them and run away you might be able to forcefully deattach the ship from the hulk and let it enter into the warp without a Geller field, killing a great number of astartes, orks and beasts that are inside.
If we can, send a warning to the Eldar. He may still be useful to us.

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>>42198098
>Try to reach the engines of the frigate, if you activate them and run away you might be able to forcefully deattach the ship from the hulk and let it enter into the warp without a Geller field, killing a great number of astartes, orks and beasts that are inside

Machines are, in many ways incredibly more perfect than humans, still, perfection is an unreachable concept, something that can drive techpriest mad because who can be perfect for somebody can be interpreted as completely flawed to others. The bigger and more complex the machine is the more flaws it may host.

If we consider the entire amalgam that its this horribly named Hulk as a single machine we can discern that it is strong and durable, but that since it is composed of separated ships it can be fragmented if those ships separate. As if they were a tumour you would forcefully remove this frigate and throw it down into the sewer that its the Empyrean.

>>42198553

Once again on your bike you drive fast and quickly towards the Engines. Several feet away you hear a familiar hiss, you stop on your tracks and follow the noise. Its the Eldar with a strange lance like weapon on his left arm and mounted on his jetbike. He drives like a snake, moving and making quick curves that make shooting him down impossible. Any enemy that meets the end of his lance falls to the ground dead and with a massive pierced hole on the point of the impact. You drive behind him and get on his side.

None of you two talk, it isn't necessary, you two have a both objective it seems. It seems that once again you two will have to temporally side to combat the chaotical threat. He then spoke to you using a close range communicator:

"I thought you didn't wanted anything with me Mon'Keigh!"

"Insult me as much as you want, I just desire to end this madness, help me or be a collateral damage, it matters me not."

"You know those ferric corridors better than I ever could. I will trust you...once more. Guide me scion of Mars."

>Take the straightest route, it will go straight across the warehouse and you two might have to fight Orks, Astartes or Spiders to cross it.
>Take a detour and cross the safest corridors, this might delay you for an hour or so. By the time you two reach the engines the Astartes might have already won.
>Use the Eldar as bait and send it towards the enemy while you stealthily cross the enemies.
>Write in.

Sorry guys but I have to end it for today! Next thread in two days! As always 30 minutes for questions and such. It's nice to be back guys!

>>42198568
>>Take a detour and cross the safest corridors, this might delay you for an hour or so. By the time you two reach the engines the Astartes might have already won.

>>42198568
>Take the straightest route, it will go straight across the warehouse and you two might have to fight Orks, Astartes or Spiders to cross it.

>>42198608
Thanks for running! Why'd your hiatus get cut short?

>>42198608
Thanks for running, Ax. Are you currently in school?

>>42198624
My hiatus has been temporally interrumpted thanks to a series of fortunate coincidendes. I wont go into details.

>>42198659
Nope. I will start the 9th of september thougth

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Alright, no more questions it seem!

Here it is!
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=NHQ60

Its midnight here and tomorrow I have a shitton of stuff to do. Thanks for playing! Good night!