>>43288004
Happy Days

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YES YES YES

Is this real, or someone's cruel joke?

>>43288004
Oh praise be to God! I was just on the archive seeing if I missed it. Looks like I'm not going to bed after all.

Can it be?

Awesome threads start when I have to get up for work in 6 hours. I'm pinning this thread so I can read it all tomorrow.

>>43288043
Real. He confirmed earlier today for 10 est.

>>43288004
All Guardsman Party Storytime Space Station 13 Edition go!

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>>43288004
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I have no words for how hyped I am to catch this live.

Hell yeah, finally getting one live.

>Also: "the Doc's teminal"
>"The Doc"
Makes him sound way more Badass.

YES I CAUGHT IT LIVE FROM THE START THIS MAKES ME VERY HAPPY!!!!!

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>>43288004

"A representative of the local government-" began Sarge, only to be interrupted by one of the Adepts.

"It's not actually a government per se." explained the elderly Diplomacy Adept. "It's a Triumvirate of the Administratum, Astra Telepathica, and Shipmasters' Union, which has split all aspects of running the station into separate jurisdictions, and operates each according to their own organization's internal rules. We're meeting with a representative of the Astra Telepathica first, due to the ruling of 245.M39 that incoming information takes priority over-"

Sarge cleared his throat, and made the universal gesture for Get On With It.

"Yes, yes, you don't actually care, I know, but you must understand that they'll find it tremendously insulting if you refer to them as a Government."

Sarge acknowledge the Adept's point with an annoyed little wave. "That's why you're coming along to do most of the talking, while Jim and I wait until it's time to talk shop." The elderly Diplomat let out a little frustrated sigh, and leaned back in his seat. Sarge watched him for a few seconds, then continued his briefing. "As I was saying, we'll meet the representative and he'll take us up to talk about sending a message to the Scythes, getting a replacement Astropath, and requisitioning parts for the Cells and medical aid for Gravis."

There was a brief pause as Sarge mentally reviewed his chore list one last time before continuing. "Now, I'm going to be making it clear that this is all on Inquisitorial authority, so there shouldn't be much resistance, but since we're going to be staying here for a while, I'd rather not make any enemies by being too heavy handed with our demands." The Adepts all nodded in agreement, but the Captain snorted in disgust. Sarge turned to face him and his nervous Quartermaster. "Which is why we will be acquiring fuel and all the mundane replacement parts for the ship the normal way, unless you fall short that is."

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>>43288004
IT BEGINS

>>43288108
That it does.

>>43288004
Yay! I caught it live JUST as my Saga Edition Star Wars game is winding down!

This is gonna be a good night!

>>43288004
>>43288124


Damn you Shoggy! I have work to do tonight, and a job interview tomorrow

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>>43288166
See I'm catching it live just as my second ever D&D session is about to start. I don't know how to feel.

>Nubby rolls bluff

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>>43288124

The Captain made a sour face. "It's not right for us to have to pay out of our own budget when we're operating openly like this. The Administratum's entire bloody purpose is to furnish us with whatever supplies we need." he grumbled. Sarge just stared at the ex-navy officer until the man leaned back in his chair and assumed a more businesslike tone. "Assuming FAIR market value," the Captain paused and shot a glare at the Quartermaster, who winced, "we picked up enough cargo during our tour of the border worlds to cover everything we need."

"Good." said Sarge, and turned to the Xenologist Adept. "That just leaves the more exotic parts Tink and Fio say they need for the Cells, which you've assured me will NOT be in stock, ESPECIALLY if it's the Inquisition asking."

The Xenologist held the dataslate up between himself and Sarge like a shield. "The only reason that some of the things on this list aren't class five forbidden xeno-tech, is because the Mechanicus has formally denied their existence."

Sarge rubbed his aching head. "Thank you for that reminder, but we really do need those parts. Luckily, Nubby says-" he paused as everyone in the room groaned, then started again. "Nubby says he Knows A Guy. So he, Tink, and Aimy are going to go do some trading of their own."

The Quartermaster hesitantly raised his hand. "Trading what?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." replied Sarge stoically. "So long as he gets the stuff we need, and doesn't start a shooting war with the local underworld or get arrested again, I'll be happy."

"That'll be a first." muttered the Captain, Sarge ignored him.

"Finally, Doc and Sister Valerie will be taking Gravis and any other critical patients to the Station's Medbay." Sarge turned to face the blank com-terminal and raised his voice. "Everything all ready to go Doc?" He was answered by a series of clanging crashes and a few indistinct curses.

Glad to be with ya tonight, Shoggy. Are we getting the whole thing tonight or 60%?

Reporting in, work sucks and is dumb.

>>43288221

You guys put Nubby in charge of procurement? After the last time? I mean, he's the best you got, but still....

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>>43288221

Sarge tensed at the sounds of mayhem coming through the comm, then relaxed as the crashes ended in a slamming door and a distant, but all-to-familiar, cackling laugh. He shook his head wearily, and leaned on the terminal's call button until the curses resolved themselves into Doc's rather harried voice.

"I'm here, damnit! Everything is fine, Gravis is all ready to go, and the rest of the patients are stable enough to be left here for a few hours."

Sarge began to reply, but was cut off as the Captain interrupted him. "What about my Navigator, and your Psyker for that matter? Seemed like the bug really did a number on them."

"The Navigator woke up half an hour ago and scampered off back to his sanctum. Said he'd prefer to treat his own injuries." Replied Doc, raising his voice a little. Sarge barely made out someone in the background muttering about the "ungrateful damned mutant," but didn't comment on it as Doc continued. "As for Fumbles, I got his scrapes and bruises patched up, but I'm not sure if he suffered any mental damage from whatever the Zoanthrope did. I'd like to have the locals take a look at him, but Nubby… sprang him."

Sarge sighed. "Right, I'll have a chat with him after this." He closed the comm connection, and dialed in a new contact code. While the terminal chimed, he turned back to the rest of the room. "I think that covers everything, so if there aren't any questions," the Quartermaster began to raise his hand, but the Captain pulled it back down, "then we'll all meet in Bay 38A in..." Sarge faced the terminal as the channel opened, "ETA Bill?"

"Almost got the docking sorted, it’ll be about twenty-" there was a horrible crunching sound, and somewhere in the background a pressurization alarm started to wail, "ehh, call it forty minutes."

>The All Guardsmen Party: Tyranid Delivery Experts

>>43288221
Wait... so Twitch will be without adult (Sarge/Doc) supervision?

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ALL GUARDSMAN THREAD!
Together we can achieve miracles!

Can't wait to read more of your adventures shoggy! First time I've been in the live thread.

F@#$ YEAH, best day ever, i managed to get 2 of my favorite long term quests live today
love the work Shoggy

>>43288316
Same here

>>43288303
Someone bought him a copy of "Keep talking and nobody explodes" and he's furiously trying to solo the game.

omg its here!!!!!!!!!!!!111 Shoggy!!

Let us all take a moment and thank the great storyteller God shoggy for bringing us his glory

>>43288295

Few notes as we get started here

>I’m putting everything into a single place where I can go in an edit stuff and junk. If you’d prefer to see these stories all in one spot instead of spread out over a thread or in a cap you can see the semi-finished product here:

https://googledrive.com/host/0B3Z9sXPTD9rpN2owNGdVWmdFWXM/agp.html

>Criticism and Questions are always welcome

>I'm proofing and grabbing pics on the fly here, but I'll try to keep things moving. (This will be worse than usual)

>Sorry for the long wait between chapters, I am the slows. In fact I'm so far behind that this chapter still won't quite finish (though not on a cliffhanger, thank god) I'll be cranking out the rest of the chapter for either next weekend, or the one after.

>oh, and there's some actual art floating around in this one, yay!

>>43288221
>"The only reason that some of the things on this list aren't class five forbidden xeno-tech, is because the Mechanicus has formally denied their existence."

Oh shit

>>43288448
Shoggy did you commission that?>>43288295
Looks sweet.

>>43288448
Honestly... A cliffhanger ending would actually be kinda cool.... As long as it is quickly addressed

>>43288461
What's next? Quadruplex Connectors? Another Ducttape Untouchable?

>>43288461

Well, that totally doesn't sound ominous at all. I mean, surely when the Mechanicus refuses to admit it even exists, when they say all sorts of fun stuff already does, it's because it dispenses ice cream or something.

>>43288448
No worries about the wait Shoggy. It just makes the return that much better.

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>>43288448

So no shit, there we were in Bay 38A, getting ready for our supply run, when Sarge walked in wearing the Evil Goon Uniform Alfred had fitted him with so long ago, a floor-length coat covered with skulls and buckles, and one of those stupid “Look at me I’m in the Inquisition” hats. We all froze for a few seconds, then Tink snickered, which was enough to set to rest of us off. We laughed ourselves sick while Sarge stood there and glared at us, I mean what else could we do? It was the most ridiculous thing we’d ever seen: he looked like a complete and utter pillock, and you could tell from his expression that he knew it too, the poor bastard. Hell, even the old Diplomat was laughing, and he'd been the one who'd forced Sarge to put the costume on.

Eventually Sarge got tired of just standing there while we laughed, and stalked over to where Nubby was rolling on the floor. After a few kicks and a little shaking had calmed the diminutive trooper down, there was a short discussion in which Nubby explained that Fumbles didn’t need medical attention: he just “ad a lil warpy ‘angover” which Nubby had taken care of himself. Sarge reminded Nubby what would happened if he’d given the psyker Narcotics again, and the greasy little trooper hastily explained that he’d just given Fumbles a few “tingies” of Guard-strong Recaff (you know, the sort you eat with a spoon, because it can't really be poured) and sent the psyker off to have a lie-down while the stuff kicked in. Upon further inquiry, it was revealed that "tingies" did not mean spoon-fulls or cups, and that Fumbles' resting place was one of the large crates on Nubby's team's cargo-pallet. Sarge guessed it was the crate that was vibrating.

>>43288461

Guys, doesn't the Mechanicus deny something exists if they can't figure out any possible way to make it sound worse than what they offer?

These things could just be perpetual motion machines or something.

>>43288561
I'm not sure if I'd prefer Fumbles on narcotics or caffeine.

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>>43288561
>Fumbles' resting place was one of the large crates on Nubby's team's cargo-pallet. Sarge guessed it was the crate that was vibrating.

Lost it there

>>43288638

Is that the haunted tank guy?

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>>43288627
He broadcasts all his emotions, right?

Everyone is going to be REALLY alert for this mission.

>>43288478

Actually I don't have contact websites for either the artist or the fellow who put me in touch. Ask around in the drawtheads for Nemess, and you should find the guy though.

>>43288043

Yea sorry about the troll threads, not much I can do about it though...

>>43288209

hah

>>43288264

But this time, it's his sort of procurement

>>43288715
>But this time, it's his sort of procurement


And that's better?

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>>43288004
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>>43288696
Yep.

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>>43288715
By the way, did you get that space marine's sword back from nubby? The chapter is probably going to want it.

>>43288696
Yes

>>43288773
Cool. Good to know they sort of address his racist undertones

>>43288715
it's cool, just curious if you found some very conveniently specific fan art or if you commissioned it yourself

>>43288789

What sword? He obviously left it on the field of battle. I mean, who would be so bold as to steal a blade from the vaunted Adeptus Astartes?

>>43288004
God damn it, Shoggy, I've got work in the morning

>>43288840
Go ask Nubby for some of that recaf and you're good.

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>>43288797
>Black guy is from harlem, wants to sing hip hop
>White guy is a redneck
>Asian is math/tech genius
That entire comic is nothing but racist tones. No "under" about it.

>>43288836
Isn't there video evidence of him taking it?

>>43288561
Wow, even more ridiculous than Nubby in a suit from when he first "purchased" the Occurrence Border, huh... That's saying something.

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>>43288561

It took a lot of wheedling from Nubby, Tink, and even Aimy, but eventually Sarge accepted that Fumbles was somehow critical to their shopping expedition. And when I say "somehow critical," I mean that not even Nubby knew what he wanted the psyker for: when pressed he just shrugged and muttered about "genral in-su-rance." Anyway, Sarge accepted, mostly because Aimy was going along to make sure no one did anything overly retarded. When Doc arrived, and finished laughing, Sarge negotiated a temporary truce between him and Nubby in exchange for a promise to bring Fumbles to the Station's medbay as soon as he'd finished doing... whatever.

Speaking of Doc, he and Sister Valerie had an entire little medical convoy set up in the cargobay, waiting for the door to open. The whole array of kludged-together medical machinery keeping Sergeant Gravis alive had been put on wheels and strapped into something that looked like a sort of heretical mobile-torture device. It was bloody massive: between the air-tight freezer case containing the Space Marine's lower-half, the various crates full of his gear and the medical supplies they might need during the short trip, and the generator which kept everything powered, the whole thing weighed more than some tanks. It took three cargo servitors just to push it, and a pair of Valerie's minions to keep everything running while she sat there and handled each new medical emergency the Tyranid bio-weapon threw at her.

After Doc had wandered back over to his girlfriend, Tink pointed out that, really, the medic should've been thanking them for keeping Fumbles away from that huge pile of delicate machinery. Everyone else quietly agreed.

>>43288836
Blood Rehvens

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Once again, I catch it live.

...And I catch it live on a night before I have classes start at 9. Fuck.

>>43288948
>>Black guy is from harlem, wants to sing hip hop
>>White guy is a redneck
>>Asian is math/tech genius
>That entire comic is nothing but racist tones. No "under" about it.

Wait.... seriously?

All I know him from is that Batman: The Brave and The Bold opening where he and bats team up to stop an old lady mobster

>>43288979
WHERE'S TWITCH!!!!

>>43288979

>once Doc arrived, and finished laughing

It's the little things that make this so awesome.

Keep doing good work, Shoggy.

Let me guess -- did the GM actually make Sarge's player wear a Pilgrim hat?

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>>43288979

Now a clever observer, or at least one capable of counting to six, might wonder where Twitch was in this frenzy of preparation; especially since his relentless paranoia was half the reason that we were putting combat-mission levels of prep into a simple shopping trip. To put it simply, the demolitions trooper hadn't been invited aboard the station, and was holed up in a closet. This wasn't because he'd been having one of his moments and had threatened to destroy the entire station before whatever horrors it held devoured us all, at least not entirely. It was because we decided that we'd be damned if we were going to leave that bug unsupervised, and then come back to find out that it'd escaped, or been stolen, or turned into a reality-devouring portal to the warp.

Since Sarge still held that leaving our semi-captive Tau scientist in charge of our other xenos prisoner was a horrendously stupid idea, and Twitch was the only member of the squad that didn't have a critical role in the shopping trip, he'd been put on guard duty. Twitch being Twitch, he'd accepted his mission, but decided that Sarge's orders to just sit in the Cells and watch the Zoanthrope were inadequate: they left the rest of the ship exposed to infiltration.

Initially Twitch had ran around the ship putting trip-mines on every airlock he could find, but that led to a rather heated argument with Hannah. Eventually, with Jim's help as a mediator, a compromise was reached, and Twitch traded his mines for fifty servo-skulls with detpacks strapped to them. Of course, the one problem with this arrangement, aside from the obvious, was that Twitch lacked any way to control the skulls. Luckily, he knew someone who could, and probably had nothing better to do.

So that's why Twitch, covered with detonators, was perched on a stool in a small, dark, cogitator-filled room, looking over the shoulder of our increasingly-nervous Cogitator Adept, as an army of suicide-skulls patrolled the ship.

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>>43288948

What video evidence? You really think Nubby's going to let himself be caught on camera? Besides, we all know odds are it'll just go into the Border's armory because even Nubby might find moving an Astartes blade a bit challenging.

>>43289067
Was Twitch's player out for these sessions?

>>43289029

I was about to say something sarcastic and paranoid.

But >>43289067 beat me to it, in better fashion than even I could have come up with.

Suicide skulls. That's GREAT! I love it, I really, really love it.

Inb4 this ends with the Cogitator-Adept shouting at Ol' Bill to get them more skulls, the quartermaster to get them more detpacks, and Twitch to hurry up and plant more detpacks on the skulls already there, whilst he and Fio are maniacally giggling and piloting the suicide-skulls into hostiles, then blowing them up and keeping score.

>>43289067

I love these crazy humans, I really truly do.

Here's hoping the thread doesn't go to complete shit once the redditors start flooding in.

>>43289200
>implying redditors catch things live

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>>43289067

The Occurrence Border managed to dock with the station a mere three hours after the first attempt, which was a new record according to Ol' Bill, and the bay doors creaked open to revealed a rather angry-looking welcoming party. The pale Scribe and slightly-singed Techpriest at the head of the party looked around the bay for a few seconds, probably boggling at its bizarre layout or all the exposed wiring, then demanded to see the "Captain of this so-called vessel." Sarge stepped forward, his Inquisitorial costume flapping dramatically in the slight breeze caused by the various leaks in the bay's void-seal, and flanked by the Diplomat and Jim. The Scribe couldn't actually get paler, but he did turn a faint shade of green at seeing Sarge and hastily began apologizing.

The discussion that followed was highly amusing for us, both because the Scribe was terrified out of his mind, and because Sarge just stood there and looked stuffed. After he waved the Diplomat and Jim forward, he spent the whole time doing an impression of an especially grumpy exhibit in a wax museum. The only member of the welcoming party that wasn't unnerved by this was the damaged techpriest, but Jim chirped something in binary at his fellow cogboy, and the priest wandered off without saying a word. Between his terror and the fact that his only ally had just abandoned him, the Scribe was putty in our Diplomacy Adept's hands. All the little fees and fines concerning our docking were waved, the Station Security troopers were dismissed, and after one look at Sergeant Gravis, Doc's medical convoy was rushed off to the Station's main medbay.

Sarge, Jim, and the Diplomat were led out of the bay by the Scribe, bypassing the scanner-filled checkpoint that separated the docking bay from the rest of the station. The rest of us followed a conspicuously-slow Security guard to a side-door, which he sort of accidentally held open while picking up a bag of money that must've fallen out of his pocket.

>>43289225
They did the last time I caught one of these threads. Several of them were proudly strutting around about how they were from reddit and that they were of some kind of retarded brotherhood or something asinine like that. Basically, the thread almost hit autosage from the shitstorm.

>>43289171

No he actually wasn't, he just played a role that was vital, but also pretty boring.

>>43289184
Detpacks are also really fucking powerful. Just 1 is 3d10 blast 5 with each additional one adding 2 to the damage and 5 to the blast quality.

what

>>43289287
was he controlling any of the characters on the station, or did he suffer for the greater good?

>>43288004
Shoggy I love you, but I had a lot on my plate your last storytime and I missed out on it, and as such I missed it and have to catch up before I join in with this thread.

Keep doing the dice gods work, I'll join you after work and after I've caught up on your stories

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>>43289251

Our various trips through the Station went smoothly, for the most part, but left us all feeling a little nervous.

Sarge's group was led towards the Telepathica's headquarters by the nervous scribe along the Station's main corridors, and since the Diplomat was handling all the tedious smalltalk, he devoted his attention to scanning his surroundings. He didn't spot any overt threats, but there seemed to be more more Security officers around than were necessary, and it was obvious that the crowds around him were agitated about something. The most worrying thing he noticed was that his Inquisitorial costume didn't seem to be inspiring as much terrified silence as one would expect, instead it seemed to be causing a wave of excited chatter, and he could've sworn someone actually yelled "Woo! Inquisition!", which was worrying to say the least.

Those of us escorting the pallet of totally-not-contraband drew a lot less attention than Sarge. The corridors we'd been directed down by the corrupt security guard were occupied by the usual mix of laborers, drunken voidsmen on leave, and assorted scum that you'll find on any trading station. Between our insignia-less carapace armor, slightly-holey anti-scan cloaks, and the pallet of unlabeled crates, we fit right in.

Nubby led the way, consulting a dataslate with directions to reach the Guy whom he Knew, while Aimy rather-grumpily pushed the pallet, and Tink lounged on Fumbles' box and played with his drone controller. The techie had de-skulled and stealthed Spot 2.0 at the first opportunity, and was happily inspecting the Station's infrastructure using the drone's sophisticated scanners and, occasionally, its cutting tools. Aimy ignored his wanton destruction of Station-property in the name of SCIENCE, but thumped him when he started ramming servo-skulls out of the air for kicks. Fumbles just sat in his box, radiating jittery excitement and hoping there was going to be a bathroom break soon.

>>43289389
>Fumbles just sat in his box, radiating jittery excitement and hoping there was going to be a bathroom break soon.


Someday, Fumbles will have his happy ending, right?

>>43289154
From the "Tyranid aquisition experts" thread:
>"My point is that what happened next was NOT Doc's, Tink's, or anyone else's fault, and I'll have you know that the tribunal of senior Ordos Xenos Inquisitors who reviewed Spot's footage agreed with that assessment. Well, two thirds of the Tribunal anyway."

>>43289389
>"Woo! Inquisition!",
When people are HAPPY to see the =][=, shit is so bad you should turn around and leave.

>>43289389
>The techie had de-skulled and stealthed Spot 2.0 at the first opportunity, and was happily inspecting the Station's infrastructure using the drone's sophisticated scanners and, occasionally, its cutting tools. Aimy ignored his wanton destruction of Station-property in the name of SCIENCE, but thumped him when he started ramming servo-skulls out of the air for kicks.

Tink is one of my favorite characters, because of this kind of thing.

>>43289389
>Fumbles just sat in his box, radiating jittery excitement and hoping there was going to be a bathroom break soon.
When Fumbles needs to hit the head, ERRYBODY needs to hit the head.

>>43289389
>"Woo! Inquisition!"
Oh god they have a problem they need solved.

>>43289514
And here come the redditors.

>>43289556
Or is it a shitposter posing as a redditor?

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>>43289389
>"Woo! Inquisition!"

>>43289588
Does it really matter?

>>43289587
Why bother with the Tripfagging bro? The only Tripfag people care about here is the author

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>>43289389

Down in the bowels of the station we noticed the same agitated atmosphere as Sarge noticed above, except with less Station Security and more burly mercs walking the street. Not being constrained by a need to appear all Inquisitorial, we pulled ourselves out of traffic and just began asking random people what was up. We quickly determined that either: a daemon-filled space-hulk had entered the system, a hive fleet was about to attack, all the astropaths in the Telepathica had been possessed by daemons, the Emperor's divine judgement for something or other was imminent, or random drunks and dockworkers were a terrible source of information. The closest thing to useful information we got was from a bored merc, who said that the "Pathica called a meeting of the Big Three" and advised Nubby to bugger off before he got a boot up the ass.

No one thought much of this information when we commend it to the rest of the team, except for Twitch, who got far too excited when he heard all the doomsday predictions, and Doc. The medic had arrived at the Station's Medbay without incident, but said he wasn't surprised the the Astra Telepathica had called a meeting, since the Medbay was absolutely packed with astropaths. He'd actually been told by the head medicae that Sergeant Gravis would have to wait his turn, and they'd been shuffled off into a storage bay since no real rooms were free. Sister Valerie was not pleased with this treatment, but Doc was looking on the bright side, and began looting antidotes and other medical supplies with the sort of enthusiasm one would usually expect from Nubby.

Since a whole pile of injured Astropaths is generally considered to be a bad sign when visiting a space station, Sarge made slightly-grumpier faces at the old Diplomat until he got the hint and started asking the Scribe pointed, but still very diplomatic, questions. Unfortunately, the Scribe just fell back on the Chain of Command, and promised his boss would fill us in.

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>>43289556
They are always here.
They just lurk, waiting for when we are most vulnerable.

>>43289310

Just somebody blogging their game

>>43289587
Let's assume you are, in fact, a clueless redditor in the wrong neighborhood.

1) Don't use a name unless you have something to actually contribute. You're just an attention whore otherwise

2) Don't use emoji or emoticons or whatever. You're on an imageboard, use an image.

3) Don't do the *action* bullshit. Either greentext it or communicate it through an image.

Ideally, you'd just read and lurk rather than inanely post but I'm not going to expect such maturity out of you.

>>43289630
It's namefagging, not tripfagging.
Tripfagging is worse.

>>43289630

>tripfags

Tripfags have trips. Shoggy and the other guy are NAMEfags.

Fucking Redditors.

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>>43289631

When Sarge entered the headquarters of the local branch of the Astra Telepathica, the first thing he noticed was the blood. In his professional opinion, the density and pattern were more akin to a what you'd find in a field aid station as opposed to an ambush site. This was not a very useful observation, but he still felt rather proud: it was definitely the sort of thing an Inquisitorial agent was supposed to notice. The Scribe led Sarge and his team through the bloody lobby, down some slightly-less-gory hallways, and finally to a blood-free meeting room occupied by what Sarge initially assumed was a transcription servitor. Sarge barely managed to hide his shock when the pile of augmetics, paper, and data feeds lumbered upright and introduced himself as the Prefect of the local division of the Adeptus Administratum.

The Diplomacy Adept did his thing, introducing Sarge and Jim, and expressing surprise that we were meeting the head of the local Administratum as opposed to someone from the Telepathica. The Prefect wheezily explained that the Choir-Master was currently indisposed, but had called a meeting to discuss the "incident", and would arrive, along with the President of the Shipmasters' Union, as soon he was able. There was a lot of diplo-speak about how glad the Prefect was that Sarge would be able to participate in the meeting and how in the meantime he'd be able to assist us with anything we needed for our own mission. The whole group, nervous Telepathica Scribe included, filed off into a small attached suite and began going through the list of parts and services we needed. Sarge allowed himself a brief moment of hope that we'd be able to get everything we need before getting bogged down in whatever the locals' problem was, then just leave if it looked too hairy.

Poor, optimistic Sarge.

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>>43289771

Getting official approval for Sergeant Gravis' medical treatment was easy, and the Prefect seemed confident in the local Medicae's ability to fully treat Tyranid bio-weapon that'd infected him. Likewise, most of the stuff on Jim's part list was accepted without comment. The first hiccup was when we got to some of the really powerful psi-resistant materials: the Prefect claimed they were in stock, but couldn't be released without authorization from the sub-sector capital or the official use of an Inquisitorial seal. He claimed that due to the "incident", it would be a long and difficult process to get authorization, but he saw no other option if we wanted to be discreet. Sarge pondered this for all of three seconds, decided discretion was overrated anyway, pulled out his Interrogator's Rosette, and plugged it into a proffered dataslate.

The Prefect seemed quite happy that everything was going to be above-board for once, saying that after the code was verified by the Telepathica's databases, there'd be no trouble getting the materials or anything else on the list. Sarge cheered up at this, and was considering asking to add the fuel bill to the list, when the Prefect added "except for the Astropathic messages." With that, the discussion finally turned to the "incident".

According the Prefect, roughly half a day ago some sort of psychic attack had hit the station. Every Astropath who had been working in the Choir-Chambers had suffered a severe case of exploding-head, and those who hadn't been on-duty had suffered everything from nosebleeds, to seizures, to complete mental breakdowns. It wasn't just limited to the Astropaths of the Telepathica either, several of the ships in system had lost their astropaths, and other varieties of sanctioned psykers had been affected too, albeit to a lesser degree.

>>43289763
>>43289736


Apologies. I thought I had lurked a sufficient period of time. I was wrong

>>43288004

Aww yeah, story time!

>>43289631
>but Doc was looking on the bright side, and began looting antidotes and other medical supplies with the sort of enthusiasm one would usually expect from Nubby.

I think the hope that Doc would prove to be a good influence on the shadier members of the team has backfired somewhat.
Then again, the OB is kind on all kinds of medical supplies, so a bit of a pillage can't hurt. How much can Doc stuff into one duffel bag, anyway? It's not like he's Nubby and his Overloaded Wheelbarrow.

>>43289771
>Sarge allowed himself a brief moment of hope that we'd be able to get everything we need before getting bogged down in whatever the locals' problem was, then just leave if it looked too hairy.

O̶n̶l̶y̶Not even the dead can know peace from this duty.

>>43289848
>With that, the discussion finally turned to the "incident".

Inb4 it's the damn Zoanthrope doing whatever it did to the Border's Astropath.

Also possibly some unrelated daemonic psychic nastiness on the OB.

>>43289848
>Half a day ago some sort of psychic attack had hit the station.

Remind me when the zoanthrope had its little "incident"?

Tried to make a tabletop AGP. Any improvements?

SARGE 4 4 3 3 2 3 2 9 5+
DOC 3 4 3 3 2 3 1 8 5+
NUBBY 3 4 3 3 2 3 1 7 5+
TINK 3 4 3 3 2 3 1 8 5+
SPOT 2 2 4 4 1 3 1 7 4+
TWITCH 3 4 3 3 2 4 1 7 5+
AIMY 3 4 3 3 2 3 1 8 5+
FUMBLES 2 3 3 3 1 3 1 7 --
JIM 2 3 3 3 1 3 1 7 4+

WARGEAR
>SARGE
Pulse Carbine, Grenade Launcher, Frag Grenades, Laspistol, Close Combat Weapon. Flak Armor
>DOC
Hot-Shot Lasgun, Frag Grenades, Laspistol, Close Combat Weapon, Medi-Pac, Flak Armor
>NUBBY
Hot-Shot Lasgun, Frag Grenades, Laspistol, Close Combat Weapon, Flak Armor
>TINK
Plasma Gun, Lasgun, Frag Grenades, Flak Armor
>SPOT
Combat Armor
>TWITCH
Hot-Shot Lasgun, Frag Grenades, Laspistol, 2 Detpacks, Snare Grenades, Flak Armor
>AIMY
Pulse Rifle, Frag Grenades, Laspistol, Flak Armor
>FUMBLES
Laspistol
>JIM
Laspistol, Servo-Arm, Carapace Armor

Special Rules
>SARGE
Stubborn, Non-Com, Fate Point
Non-Com allows issuing orders given by Junior Officers, as well as "Pop Smoke," giving the unit shrouded.
Fate Point allows a model to re-roll a Wound or Saving roll that would remove it from the game, once.
>DOC
Fate Point
>NUBBY
Scrounger, Fate Point (2)
Scrounger allows one model to re-roll its To-Hit roll, once per shooting phase.
>TINK
Night Fighting, Jury-Rig, Fate Point
Jury-Rig can be used to remove an immobilized result from a friendly vehicle on a 5+
>SPOT
Marker, Night Fighting, Stealth, Shrouded, Xeno Controls
Marker allows Spot to reduce the cover save of an enemy unit by 1.
Xeno Controls removes Spot from play if Tink is removed as a casualty.
>TWITCH
Demolitions Expert, Booby Traps, Fate Point
Demolitions Expert reduces scatter effects by 6 inches.
Booby Traps can be used in the shooting phase, turning terrain within 2 inches into dangerous terrain.
>AIMY
Rage, Fate Point

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>>43289848

At a wave from the Prefect, the Telepathica Scribe, who'd been doing his best to avoid the attention of the big scary Inquisition people, spoke up. He said that some of the more lucid Astropaths had started piecing together details about the psychic attack. It had originated in the outer system and had probably come from a ship heading to or from the station. The popular theory was that some terminally greedy Rogue Trader was hauling a heretical artifact, or massively powerful psyker, or possibly even a bound daemon into the Imperium to sell to a cult or something, and it'd lashed out at the large concentration of psykers on Station for some reason.

It was at this point that Sarge began to feel really uneasy. Not because he suspected that there was a Daemon or heretical Rogue Trader running around the system, but because he suspected there wasn't. With a rising sense of dread, our heroic leader asked the Scribe if any of the surviving astropaths had been able to describe what the attack had felt like. When he heard the words "a million barbed legs ripping across their minds" Sarge's composure cracked. He leaned back, covered his face with his hands, and quietly cursed to himself until the Prefect asked what the problem was. In fit of retardation, Interrogator Greg Sargent answered him truthfully.

The silence that filled the room when Sarge told the two Stationers that it had been OUR cargo that'd killed half the Astropaths in the system was incredibly unpleasant. The weary apology that Jim added after a few minutes just made it worse.

Eventually the horrible silence was broken by the sound of the Prefect's augmetics going *DING* and spitting out a long strip of paper. Sarge caught a glimpse of it and thought it looked liked a sort of receipt or budget report, and the last number had a lot of digits. The Prefect reviewed the paper for a few seconds, then tucked it away, hauled himself upright, and said he'd return after the search had been called off.

>>43289962
Improvements besides the formatting up top. Forgot that 4chan doesn't into tabs.

>FUMBLES
Psyker ML1, Emotion Feedback
Emotion Feedback causes the unit to take a pinning test after Fumbles is Hit
Fumbles always knows Invisibility, and the Primaris power Psychic Shriek
>JIM
Blessing of the Omnisiah, Servo Skulls
Servo Skulls may be used in the shooting phase to deliver a S1 Haywire hit within 12 inches.

The AGP can be purchased for 175 points.
Fumbles may be purchased for 20 points.
Jim may be purchased for 35 points.

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>>43289979
>In fit of retardation, Interrogator Greg Sargent answered him truthfully.
Why you do this? For what reason?

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>>43289979

As the Prefect left, he handed the dataslate Sarge had plugged his rosette into to the transfixed Scribe. He told the flunky to go run the code, THEN go fetch Choir-Master. Hopefully the knowledge that the whole thing was going to be an Official Inquisitorial incident instead of a cloak and dagger charade would keep the man calm. When the two Stationers had left the suite, the old Diplomacy Adept pulled out a small device which emitted a sort of low buzzing sound, and rounded on Sarge and Jim.

The lecture Sarge and Jim got was scathing and brought back painful childhood memories involving unfinished homework assignments and failed tests. It started with the importance of never admitting fault and maintaining at least the appearance of competence, and then shifted into a general lecture on how to react to a diplomatic crisis. Sarge bore the lecture stoically, automatically standing at attention and adopting the blank expression employed by NCOs across the galaxy. His only movement during the whole thing was to put his combead on mute when the rest of us figured out what was going on and started snickering. Jim just turned his ears off after the first minute.

After what felt to Sarge like half a millennium, the old Diplomat's lecture concluded with a bitter comment about how, on top of everything else, the Scribe had run into the Choir-Master on his way to verify our identity. Sarge blinked as the Diplomat detailed how the head Astropath was too angry to even form coherent sentences, and had either punched a hole through a wall or severely broken his hand. After a thoughtful pause, Sarge asked the Adept how exactly he knew this, and got a pithy reply about diplomacy being as much about listening as talking.

>>43288004
What was the last one of these? Was it the one with the jolly pyro dying?

>>43290128
you have missed a few chapters
>https://09cd64678bddc0198cca7fef0df8ce7b359fff2d.googledrive.com/host/0B3Z9sXPTD9rpN2owNGdVWmdFWXM/agp.html

>>43290075
It's not the first time -- his charsheet probably has a "cannot keep a secret" flaw.

>>43290128
What?

Anon, you so far behind, I don't even.

Follow >>43290147's link and start reading.

>>43290194
>>43290147
The only other thing I remember was Chain sword dude fighting crons.

>>43290240
Not a newfag, a redditor, even worse , not that I'd know

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>>43290094

It took Sarge and Jim a little while to figure out what was going on, mostly because Jim had to be brought back up to speed after he'd turned his hearing back on, but they worked it out eventually. The old Diplomacy Adept admitted that he'd placed bugs on both the Scribe and the Prefect. Also, he'd planted a few discrete data uplinks too, so assuming our Cogitor Adept hadn't been driven to complete distraction by Twitch, we probably had access to all unencrypted comm traffic on the station.

It turned out that he was correct: when asked, the Cogitator Adept said he had the network cracked completely open. Additionally, he'd be able to get into the security cameras if someone could PLEASE convince Twitch to just sit down and watch the skulls' feeds instead of badgering him about changing their patrol routes every ten seconds. Sarge, who was somewhat grumpy about not being informed of all the spy stuff beforehand, told Twitch to Sit Down and Shut Up, and demanded to be kept up to date on what the Prefect and Choir-Master were doing.

So Sarge sat there listening to reports. Learning that the Choir-Master had taken the Scribe's dataslate and had gone off to verifying our Inquisitorial credentials personally, and the Prefect was still in the process of standing down the Station's defenders with the aid of the recently arrived President of the Shipmasters' Union. Meanwhile, Doc had finished looting everything of value from the storage bay that Gravis' had been shuffled into, and had taken over the Space Marine's treatment while Sister Valerie went to "have a word" with the Station's head Medicae about how long the wait had been. Doc made her promise not to start a fight, or refer to the wounded Astropaths as "warp-tainted mutants".

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>>43290270
Yeah you are way behind. Go read from the archive

>>43290240
>>43290203
he's replied up here already>>43289587
he's just shitposting, don't give him more (You)

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>>43290313

Back on the Occurrence Border, Twitch had grumpily followed Sarge's order and was watching as the Cogitator Adept began pulling in vid feeds from the Station. Soon every screen in the room was filled, either by a feed from the Station, or one from the suicide skulls, and for a brief moment Twitch felt like he'd become a god, between the vid feeds from the Station and the ones from his suicide skulls, he could see EVERYTHING.

Twitch could see the corridors around the dock, some of them filled with busy people, others sealed and empty. He could see crewmen hauling goods in and out of the docking bay, and the Captain arguing over price with a harassed-looking Stationer. He could see Fio working diligently in the Psyker Holding Cells and trying to ignore the way the Zoanthrope's metal-plated face seemed to follow him despite the stasis field. He could even see Nubby, Tink, and Aimy as they checked various seedy bars for their black market contact. For the first time in years, Twitch's paranoia faded away as it was replaced by an overwhelming feeling of Control.

It lasted all of fifteen seconds, and then something inside jumble of warped and twisted mental gears that made up Twitch's mind went *PING*. Twitch reeled as his mind automatically began cataloguing every single suspicious object, which is to say every man, woman, child, animal, servitor, and overlarge barrel on the Station. He wound up sprinting from the room, leaving the confused, but relieved, Cogitator Adept to monitor everything in peace, while he went to go put as many explosives as possible between himself and the horrible mass of potential threats that was the Station's population.

A few minutes later, the rest of us were informed by the Cogitator Adept that Twitch had begun booby trapping every locked door, air vent, and maintenance hatch in the docking bay. We decided that, all in all, it was better just to let him do it, and warn the Stationers to only use the main entrance.

>>43290422
> and then something inside jumble of warped and twisted mental gears
something inside -the- jumble

>>43290422
>A few minutes later, the rest of us were informed by the Cogitator Adept that Twitch had begun booby trapping every locked door, air vent, and maintenance hatch in the docking bay. We decided that, all in all, it was better just to let him do it, and warn the Stationers to only use the main entrance.

I have a feelin' this is gonna be significant...

Shoggy, my fucking man!!! This is still like the best story ever. f5ing like a motherfucker

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>>43290313

While Twitch, Doc, and Sarge did their respective things, the rest of us finally reached the last stop on our tour of just about every shitty bar in the Station. Thankfully, despite how long it'd taken to figure out which venue was "the place with the curly thing on its sign, y'know the one across from the food place that serves the stuff with the sauce" the search had gone relatively smoothly.

"Smoothly" in this case meaning that: no one asked to inspect our boxes, Nubby was never CAUGHT with his hand in someone's pocket, Tink kept his mouth shut the whole time and didn't trip any alarms while poking around with his drone, nobody saw Fumbles when we let him out to use the bathroom, or found out that what happened to said bathroom had anything to do with us, and Aimy only lightly-pummeled the bouncer who'd referred to her as "sister", and later admitted that the man probably hadn't meant it as a comment about her hair.

We found the Guy Who Nubby Knew at the back of the bar, sitting on an extra-high stool. Aimy, who was a Markswoman after all, didn't even blink at the realization our black market contact was a Ratling, but Tink did a doubletake. As Nubby sidled up to the miniscule marketeer, Tink eyed the pair and asked, with his usual lack of tact, if there was some sort of height limit on being a thieving bastard. Thankfully, the half-dozen other Ratlings in the bar were too focused on Nubby to notice the comment. Aimy told Tink to stick with the pallet and try to keep his mouth shut, and watched as Nubby "did 'is fing".

>>43290422
>It lasted all of fifteen seconds, and then something inside jumble of warped and twisted mental gears that made up Twitch's mind went *PING*. Twitch reeled as his mind automatically began cataloguing every single suspicious object, which is to say every man, woman, child, animal, servitor, and overlarge barrel on the Station. He wound up sprinting from the room, leaving the confused, but relieved, Cogitator Adept to monitor everything in peace, while he went to go put as many explosives as possible between himself and the horrible mass of potential threats that was the Station's population.


OH SHIT

>>43290485
What happened to that bathroom?

>>43290481
You know you can check the [[ ]Auto] box, right?

>>43290485
>or found out that what happened to said bathroom had anything to do with us

Dear Emperor,
What did you ANIMALS do to that lavatory?

>>43290534
>>43290553
Some things are better left unknown.

Friendly reminder that you can filter namefags and redditors who feel the absurd urge to fill the name box for whatever reason.

>>43290534
horrible horrible things most likely

>>43290553
>You know you can check the [[ ]Auto] box, right?
SOME THINGS are better left replyed

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>>43290553
IT IS BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION

>>43290576
Just because it is a thing of which a wise man might prefer to remain ignorant, does not mean it is a thing which all men can resist inquiring of.

>>43290576
Maybe Fumbles just missed the toilet when trying to piss and coated everything in urine.

>>43290632
And unleashed a demon of coating everything in urine..

>>43290632
Or his piss retained a similar level of solidity as it possessed in its long tenure as guardsman recaff.

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>>43290485

Now, Nubby's heritage had been a matter of much speculation back in the Guard. Not in the sense of who his parents were, because even he admitted figuring that out was a lost cause, but as to what horrible combination of Human, Abhuman, Farm Animal, and possibly Gretchin genetics had produced such a "unique" individual. Determining what to put the trooper's species down as had been a trial for several munitorum clerks, and eventually the issue had to be sorted out by the Commissar. He'd decided that, for lack of any better fit, and because the Generian 99th was not officially a mixed-species unit, Nubby was Human. He'd even issued the disgusting little trooper an official card saying so, just to avoid the discussion coming up again.

The point is, that Nubby, much to the relief of the entire race, was NOT a Ratling. Despite (or possibly because of) this, Nubby had always gotten on very well with the little buggers, and this case was no exception. After a bit of amiable chatter, the Marketeer and a few of his half-pint bodyguards led us off to a discreet warehouse to talk business.

At the door all of us, except for Nubby, who they were understandably reluctant to frisk, were subjected to a very thorough security check. Our anti-scan cloaks, knives, las-pistols, holdout weapons, and the home-made shockstick which Tink insisted on calling his "Power Wrench" were temporarily put aside, and we were each asked to supply a little bit of blood. They put the blood into some sort of scanner, which they claimed was checking to see if we were psykers, genestealers, polymorphine users, or anything else which might compromise the deal. We passed of course, and were allowed to keep our combeads, electronics, and even our weapons, since Nubby was a "known factor." Also, because the warehouse was monitored by a dozen remote controlled las-turrets.

Oh boy, here we go.
The All-Techpriest Party hasn't yet started, due to my combined procrastination and misfortune. If anyone's interested in playing, it's DH1e, Techpriests only, starting at Rank 1 as tech-adepts assigned to crew the Occurrence Border following AGP's Xenotech Heresy episode. Probably gonna play Thursday/Friday evenings PST.

>>43290723
........it just wouldent be the same

>>43290696
Is Nubby a ratling in terms of stats?

>>43290723
Look mate, you've been saying you'd run this shit for months now. Pretty obvious it's never going to happen.

>>43290696
Nubby gets along with mutants, ab-humans, and psykers too well to actually be fully human.
Hell, if his corruption score gets too high, he might actually end up more like a normal person than before.

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>>43290696

Once inside the black market warehouse, which looked exactly like a normal one, except for the large number of armed men in the front office and fact that every single crate was labelled excessively mundane things, we got down to business. At Nubby's signal, we started by opening a few of our crates of "recreational materials" and "military surplus", to convey that we were rather serious, and then handed over our shopping list. The change in the Marketeer's demeanor as he reached the more esoteric items on our list was remarkable. He went from stereotypical jovial Ratling to serious, and slightly nervous, businessman in seconds, and ordered his retinue and the warehouse's workers out. Once the room was clear, what had to be the most vicious bout of haggling in the history of the Imperium started.

Despite possessing the charisma, and odor, of a week-dead grox on a hot day, Nubby's deep familiarity with all aspects of criminality and his ability to wheedle, whine, importune, and blatantly lie had always served him well when it came to back-alley negotiations. The Ratling wasn't a slouch when it came to haggling either, and responded with an equal amount of cunning viciousness. Aimy and Tink were both taken aback by the ferocity of the argument, which seemed barely short of homicidal, but as it continued without either Nubby or the Marketeer trying to kill each other, the two troopers adjusted to the situation and even tried to lend Nubby a hand in his negotiations when they thought they understood his plan. They failed abysmally, of course.

Between their actually-insulting insults, miscalculated threats, and lack of knowledge as to how the value of goods changed after they'd fallen off the back of a shuttle, Aimy and Tink put such a dent in Nubby's progress that negotiations had to be temporarily paused.

>>43290754
This is a reference to Nobby Nobbs from the discworld series.

>>43290696
>Nubby was Human. He'd even issued the disgusting little trooper an official card saying so, just to avoid the discussion coming up again
Nobby nobs referance

>>43290781
>Aimy and Tink put such a dent in Nubby's progress that negotiations had to be temporarily paused.
WOOTTTTT

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>>43290781

Once Tink and Aimy had been relegated to helping the sole cargo-servitor that had remained in the room fetch boxes, the haggling resumed. Crate after crate of narcotics, dubiously acquired valuables, and those well made and untraceable small-arms the Inquisition issues were exchanged for xenos-made circuits, tools, and materials.

At first it seemed like our supply of illicit goods was going to run short before we had everything on Tink and Fio's list, but as the negotiations continued, the Marketeer became more and more relaxed and generous with his exchanges. A careful observer might have noticed that the change in the Ratling's attitude seemed linked to how much time he spent within twenty meters of the cargo-pallet, and how Nubby, Aimy, and Tink tended to stay away from said pallet.

This was, of course, what Nubby had wanted Fumbles for. They'd pulled this sort of con quite a few times, though usually not with Fumbles was encased in a shipping crate and hopped up on a downright unhealthy amount of stimulants. The psyker wasn't directly messing with the Marketeer's mind, that'd be too obvious to any observers as well as the Marketeer himself when he walked out of range, and honestly we didn't trust Fumbles to do that sort of thing for any length of time without something exploding. Instead the little psyker was just sitting there, concentrating on thinking calm and happy thoughts, and letting his aura do the rest.

With Fumbles' help we made it down to the last item on our shopping list with two crates, not counting Fumbles' and our other backup crate, still unopened. Unfortunately, that last item was a sticking point: not even under the effects of the feel-good aura, and with a big box of only-slightly-warp-tainted Servitor Control Units up for offer, the Ratling refused to even admit he knew what Wraithbone was, much less part with a big ol' chunk of it.

>>43290723
Look man look on roll20 or something...blargh

>>43290754

Nah, we didn't want to deal with other race templates during the creation process, and didn't bother changing it later.

>>43290317
How long? More than 10 years?

I don't see why you are namefagging

>>43290781
So excited I caught it live. It's been a long wait shoggy.

>>43290791
Nubby has always been a nobby nobbs homage, but I'm glad the direct statement is there too

>>43290907
....4-5 months....depending enough to forget the shit that happens in 4chan..

>>43290864
>Wraithbone
What. How the fuck did any of the group plan to use it?

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>>43290864
>Wraithbone
H... how would Fio and Tink even know to request this?

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>>43290864

Nubby eyed Tink, who implied via gesture that we REALLY needed a piece of Wraithbone (despite the fact that he actually had no idea what Fio wanted it for). With a pained mutter about how he'd been intending to save it for his retirement, Nubby cracked open our last non-emergency crate. Aimy swore, Tink let out a jealous sigh, and the Marketeer's jaw dropped halfway to the floor as Nubby drew out a Mastercrafted Powersword larger than he was and bearing a crossed-scythe sigil on its crossguard. In the silence that followed, Nubby, teetering under the weight of the sword, asked the Ratling if he was SURE he didn't have any Wraithbone in stock.

Nearly a kilometer away, Sarge's NCO senses tingled, and he was seized by the feeling that something had just happened that he was going to be VERY angry about. He didn't have any time to dwell on this feeling though, because right then the Cogitator Adept commed to say that a huge amount of traffic had just hit the Station's net. He didn't mention what was actually being said though, and when Sarge asked, the Cogitator Adept responded with a bunch of techno-jargon, so Sarge told Jim to handle it and turned to the Diplomacy Adept, who'd gone all fidgety.

When Sarge asked what the problem was, the old Diplomat revealed that the Choir-Master had finally re-entered the range of his bugs, and was absolutely enraged with the Prefect, as well as the Scribe and the President of the Shipmaster's Union. So far all the yelling had been about talking to us without him being present and other unilateral decisions, but the Adept was sure there was some other cause, and promised to keep Sarge up to date.

>>43288004
>Sarge turned back to the face the five men and sitting around...
Five men and women?
>>43288448
I'll be proofreading as I catch up. I wasn't really dead-set on sleeping tonight anyway.

>>43290696
>"Power Wrench"

It can be augmented if you attach the jump lead to a metal net and throw it over a half-bludgeoned-to-death Zoanthrope.

>>43291024
Oh, Shnap, son.

Wait, if that was in the last NON-emergency crate, what in the hell was in the Emergency Crate, actual Daemonic artifacts?!

>>43291059
Cue up the mic, and shout "GOD-EMPEROR DAMN IT, NUBBY?!"

>>43288994
My job starts at 6:45, and is an hour's commute away. Count your blessings.

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>>43291024

Back down in the warehouse, the miniature Marketeer had recovered from his shock and was inspecting the quality of the Powersword while Nubby chattered at him from just outside Fumbles' radius. Behind them, Aimy and Tink dug out the small crate labeled "Talc-10kg" the Ratling had directed them to, and complained at eachother. Aimy was in the middle of telling Tink, who was too busy whining about how much he'd wanted to dissasemble that sword to even pretended to listen, that Sarge was going to blame HER for this, when she noticed the Ratling freeze. After a quick kick to his shin, Tink noticed too, checked the screen of his drone controller, and gave Aimy a thumbs up.

As Aimy and Tink came over to see what the problem was, Nubby finally realized that the Marketeer wasn't listening to his list of things he'd accept as change for Gravis' Powersword and the Control Units (y'know, since they were obviously worth WAY more than a spooky chunk of rock). He sidled up to the frozen Marketeer and tapped him on the shoulder. The Ratling spun around, still gripping the sword, and Nubby jumped back with a little scream as the movement triggered a VERY painful memory. This in turn set off the Ratling, who held the sword in front of him like a shield, and hastily began backing up and gibbering about needing to use the bathroom.

We all watched as our black-market contact ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Aimy let out a pained sigh, and asked Nubby if there was any chance the Ratling would be coming back, or could at least be convinced to return the Powersword before trying to kill us. Nubby just cackled, and began divvying out our big-boy guns from one of the remaining boxes, while Fumbles burst from the other, began shouting about how we were all going to die, and immediately faceplanted as his still-asleep legs betrayed him.

Aimy caught her rifle and casually headshot the warehouse's cargo servitor, then sighed again and activated her combead.

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>>43291182
And here...
We...
GO!

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>>43288221
>"I don't know, and I don't want to know." replied Sarge stoically. "So long as he gets the stuff we need, and doesn't start a shooting war with the local underworld or get arrested again, I'll be happy."
>>43291182

DAMN IT, NUBBY, YOU HAD ONE JOB!

>>43291286
Sorry, I was eating a Milkyway

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>>43291182

Sarge's response to the news that Nubby's black-market deal was about to turn into a shootout was nowhere near as sarcastic as Aimy had anticipated. This was because her report was interrupted by Jim and the Cogitator Adept discovering that the source of all the chatter on the Station's net was a MASSIVE bounty that'd just been placed on all crewmembers of the Occurrence Border by the Astra Telepathica. This worrying news was interrupted in turn by the Diplomacy Adept's report that the Choir-Master had just declared our Inquisitorial credentials to be completely falsified, and was in the process of convincing the others Station leaders to sic everything they had on us.

That last piece of bad news came as a surprise, because we knew that Sarge's Rosette was genuine, and there was no way it could have just malfunctioned either: Inquisitorial Rosettes and the Verification Databases are built to last. That meant this wasn't some sort of accident: the Choir Master had obviously come unhinged and was out for vengeance.

I mean it was sort of understandable, he'd just had his brain half-fried by a psychic blast which had also killed a whole bunch of the closest thing he had to a family, and the whole thing was technically our fault… Justifications aside though, after he ran our credentials he must have decided that he didn't like the answer, or he might not have even bothered checking at all, and now he was lying to the other Station leaders about how we were vile heretics impersonating Inquisition Agents. They believed him too, by the time we'd figured out via the bugs what was happening, he had the Prefect and the President completely convinced.

There was obviously no chance of talking the Stationers around, all Sarge and the Diplomat could do was sit there and listen as they argued about the best way to round all of us up and "bring us to justice". The situation was FUBAR, to say the least, and all this news hit Sarge at once.

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>>43291182
And so it begins.

>>43291182
Does that ratling have a danger sense on par with a Tau Drone and also Nubby?

>>43291323
Man, I knew this was going to happen too. Dammit, why couldn't Sarge just keep his mouth shut.

>>43291325
yep

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>>43291323
IT BEGINS!

>>43291323

Shoulda let Twitch rig it

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>>43291323

Now this is where some men might have gone into shock, or exploded in irrational anger, or sunk into despair, but not Sarge. He allowed himself half a second of ironic satisfaction at the way his cynicism had, once again, been justified, then removed that stupid Inquisitorial hat and started belting out orders. Admittedly, those orders were to just do what we would've done anyway, but as someone or other said, "Never give an order that won't be obeyed."

So, as a reminder, we were split up into four groups. Well, five if you count the Captain, but when Sarge commed him to report the situation and coordinate things, the ex-navy Officer just told Sarge to do something anatomically improbable, and said he'd meet us back on the ship. Judging by the amount of gunfire and screaming in the background, he had things under control. Anyway, Doc was stuck in the Station Security-filled medbay in the mid-north part of the Station, Aimy and company were in a warehouse on the lower levels of the eastern side of the station, Twitch and the Occurrence Border were at the west-most docking bay, and Sarge was almost at the top of the central spire.

Our options were limited, we were split up, ass-deep in increasingly hostile territory, and, in Sarge and Doc's cases, practically unarmed. We did have a ship-full of armsmen, plus a few nearly-functional lance batteries, but the Stationers knew that and were already deploying men in that direction. We were far too outnumbered, outgunned, and (though it pains me to admit it) ethical to start an all-out war. Plus, it's a bad idea to blow holes in a space station while you're still on it. They'd have to sit back and hold down the fort while we did our best impression of a bunch of Catachans on their way back to base after a night on the town.

It was time to fall back on that old Guard classic: Regroup, Retreat, Repeat.

>>43291492
>we did our best impression of a bunch of Catachans on their way back to base after a night on the town.
DAAAAAMN

>>43291492
>It was time to fall back on that old Guard classic: Regroup, Retreat, Repeat.
Retreat? Retreating is for cowards and heretics!
It's a Strategic Withdrawal when the Guard does it.

>>43291608
....I don't get it

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>>43291492
Lest it be forgotten.
>>34096838

>Imperial Guard NCO Disaster Response Checklist.

>>Step 1: Secure the perimeter
>>Step 2: Determine chain of command
>>Step 3: Call for backup if needed
>>Step 4: Establish contact with friendlies
>>Step 5: Combine forces with friendlies and repeat

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>>43291492

The plan, if you could call it that, called for Doc, who was exposed, surrounded, had no idea where Sister Valerie was, and still had his hands quite full with Gravis, to sit tight and hope that no one remembered which closet he'd been shuffled into. Aimy, Tink, Nubby, and Fumbles, would load up all the loot they could carry (as if they needed telling), make their way to the medbay to collect Doc, and then the whole group would head for the ship. While they traversed the station, Twitch, along with the suicide skulls and any armsmen he could find, would keep the locals out of the docking bay and the Occurrence Border.

As an afterthought, Sarge asked Twitch to try to keep things as non-lethal as possible: on the off chance that we'd have an opportunity to try and smooth things out, it'd be nice not to have a four-digit body count to deal with. He may have given Aimy a similar order, but some freak comm-interference (which sounded a lot like Nubby and Fumbles blowing on their combeads) scrambled the message.

Everyone except Doc liked the plan, but it did have one problem: it didn't cover how Sarge would get out of the Astra Telepathica headquarters. We pointed this out, and were told to shut up, do our jobs, and let Sarge take care of himself. The rest of us interpreted this as a clear sign that Sarge had no idea what he was going to do, but since we didn't have any suggestions more useful than sarcastic comments about "handle it," we left him to it.

>>43291634
every time they go to a place they have to bring it all back together go to ship story and necron story...and the first one mission...

>>43291608
If you've ever heard an Australian drinking song, you know what this means.

>>43291636
wait, whats going on?

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>>43291654
>we didn't have any suggestions more useful than sarcastic comments about "handle it,"
You are never going to let that go, are you.

>>43291636
Was just going to go pull that list up myself. Apropos to you and your swiftness.

>>43291661
That didn't clear things up

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>>43291654

Once the rest of us had started moving, Sarge muted his combead, swore a lot, then took stock of the situation. He was in a small office and bathroom suite with only one exit, which lead to a large conference room. Said room was probably occupied by a few of the Choir Master's bodyguards, who would be watching to make sure he didn't go anywhere while the Station's leaders plotted their attack. His assets consisted of:

>1 Laspistol (Standard Inquisition Issue)
>4 Laspistol Power Packs (Charged)
>1 Combat Knife (Notched)
>1 Roll of Duct Tape (Olive Green)
>1 Combead (Muted)
>1 Inquisitorial Costume, with Hat (Stupid)
>1 Three Hundred Year Old, Bug-Planting Diplomat (Grumpy)
>1 Jim (Whimpering in a Corner About How Everything Keeps Happening to Him)

This was not, of course, anywhere near enough to take on the small army of armsmen, gun servitors, and very-angry psykers inhabiting the Astra Telepathica, not to mention the Station Security forces outside. In fact, by Sarge's reckoning, it probably wasn't even enough to take the six to eight body-guards that the Choir Master had brought with him, but the Diplomacy Adept disagreed. The aging Diplomat drew an ornate las-pistol from his robes, and suggested taking the Station's leadership hostage while they were still only a few rooms away. When Sarge just stared at him, he explained that with sufficient "leverage" it'd be easy to re-open negotiations and smooth everything over. After a few more seconds of staring, Sarge decided that nothing the old Diplomat did or said would surprise him anymore, and made "Fight through a bunch of heavily armed men and start a volatile hostage situation" Plan B.

>>43291736
THE AGP FUCK UP THE SITUATION AND THEY HAVE TO FIX IT!

>>43291634
Catachans are a bunch of deathworlder commandos, and their idea of a good time tends to cause a lot of property damage and maybe a little murder.

A bunch of Catachans going home after a night out would probably involve dodging the police and MPs and trying not to let things escalate to the point where things can't be swept under the rug by their commander.

>>43291830
Ah

>>43291708
It's the standard Imperial Guard Non-Commissioned Officer (and Sarge may officially be an Interrogator, but at heart he's a Sergeant of the Imperial Guard,) Disaster Response Checklist.

>>43291727
Glad to have obliged, anon.

>>43291756
Inb4 the old Diplomacy Adept is actually Oak in disguise.

I think, in this case, WWED isn't going to help, because Sarge isn't 9-foot tall, clad in power armor, the most powerful Psyker humankind has ever produced, and golden.
WWAD, then; What Would Afred Do?
> Tea?
> Shoot Assassin?
> Politeness?
> Hide behind the big guy with the chainsword?

Okay, tea and politeness might be possible, as might be shooting an assassin. Sadly, Rupert isn't here to provide a meat shie.d

But hey, he has duct tape, the situation is not hopeless.

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>>43291756

In a desperate attempt to come up with a Plan A, Sarge reactivated his combead and asked the Cogitator Adept to try to find the spire's blueprints, and then began checking if the suite's air vents were large enough to crawl through. Jim, who was huddled in morose little ball, told Sarge not to bother: it would be incredibly stupid to make air vents large enough to fit a person. Sarge tried to defend his idea by pointing out that the Occurrence Border was littered with such vents, but Jim patiently explained that this was only because the Occurrence Border was an incredibly stupid ship.

Sarge relented, but in the silence that followed, the Cogitator Adept pointed out that there were a few maintenance shafts on the Telepathica's blueprints that could be crawled though, if Sarge could open them that is. Jim attempted to shoot this idea down as well, explaining that such shafts would be heavily monitored by the local Mechanicus, who'd report our movements to the Station government. Sarge had grown rather cross with Jim by this point, and angrily told the Enginseer to either DO SOMETHING about that, or help think up a better idea.

Jim went quiet at that, then got really thoughtful look, and went over and jacked himself into the suite's comm terminal. He didn't respond when asked what he was doing, so Sarge assumed it was something important, and decided to focus on keeping the suite secure until Jim finished whatever it was.

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>>43291905
>Jim went quiet at that, then got really thoughtful look, and went over and jacked himself into the suite's comm terminal. He didn't respond when asked what he was doing, so Sarge assumed it was something important,

>>43291905
>Sarge relented, but in the silence that followed, the Cogitator Adept pointed out that there were a few maintenance shafts on the Telepathica's blueprints that could be crawled though, if Sarge could open them that is. Jim attempted to shoot this idea down as well, explaining that such shafts would be heavily monitored by the local Mechanicus, who'd report our movements to the Station government.
AGAIN THE MECHANICUS FAILS THE AGP

>>43288715
>not much I can do
Tripfagging is an option. It exists mainly for identifying content providers like yourself as non-ruses, after all.
>>43289631
Huh; I guess void folk knowing more about daemons than regular hivers (eg they exist) makes sense.
>>43289962
By the time Aimy joins and they start using Pulse guns, they're wearing Carapace & not Flak.
If Heavy, Cutter, or Crisp were involved, then flak would make sense but they got carapace before pulse.
Fio and Hannah are also conspicuously absent.
>>43290001
Guaranteed Invisibility for 20pts is phenomenal, even with no armour save.

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>>43291905

Way down in the black market warehouse, Aimy and Tink put the finishing touches on the cargo pallet. Said pallet looked nothing like the one that had left the Occurrence Border: for one thing it was much fuller than it used to be, the stack of crates on it was nearly three meters tall, and they were held in place by dozens of straps and tarps. Because this was far more weight than the pallet could handle, or anyone wanted to push around, a few grav-plates had been scrounged from the warehouse by Nubby, and more or less randomly slapped on. Finally, the treaded bottom half the warehouse's cargo servitor had been fastened on as an incredibly grisly external motor. The thing looked horrible, with a coat of red paint and a few stubbers you could pass it off as an Ork Trakk, but it handled surprisingly well.

The only interruption during the whole loading and modification process had been about a minute after the Marketeer had fled, when the las-turrets in the ceiling had suddenly swiveled to track us, and then went still as the EMP grenades Spot 2.0 had placed on them went off. There'd been no other attempts to kill us, partially because Tink had used his heavily-modified plasma gun to weld the warehouse's doors shut, but mostly because of Fumbles. The hyped up psyker spent the whole time jittering back in forth in front of the main entrance, emanating all sorts of mental unpleasantness at anyone who got near it. He claimed that after the third time the Ratlings had lost their nerve, they'd decided that, since they had all the warehouse's exits covered, they could spare the time to call in a few teams of disposable bigguns to tackle the scary guardsmen for them. The major flaw in their plan was that we had the aforementioned heavily-modified plasma gun, and no intention of leaving via the doors.

>>43292036
Cog gm who are you explain yourself also tell me of your game i might join....or spectate...depends

>>43290180
Read the FAQ. It's there for a reason.

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>>43292086

After a quick call to the Cogitator adept to pinpoint a hallway below us, Tink set his plasma gun to cut, and added an exit ramp to the black market warehouse. He did a very good job of it too, managing to pick a section that didn't have any water or sewage pipes and was long enough for the ramp to come down a nice, gentle twenty degrees. Honestly Tink did such a good job that the Ratlings should have paid us for adding the exit ramp, it was real professional work, and we made sure to point that out in the note.

We left a note for the Marketeer because, honestly, we felt a little bad about how things had turned out. We really hadn't intended to rip off the anyone. I mean sure, we'd snuck in a psyker, a stealth drone, and enough weapons to kill anyone who argued with us, but that was just reasonable precautions. We'd had every intention of playing things straight with them… or at least only moderately crooked. The point is, we understood that their attempt to betray us was because of the whole Telepathica thing, not something personal, and Nubby really wanted to keep doing buisness with them after this was all cleared up.

So while Tink worked, Nubby put together a little note explaining how there were no hard feelings, and that we were only taking a reasonable "seveny-free percen: trying ta kill us pen-all-tee". It should be noted that this rather precise percentage wasn't some arcane black-market custom, it was just the amount of stuff we were able to fit onto the pallet. Anyway, the penalty took the form a few of the things that Jim had been intending to get from the Administratum, plus a few of our own crates. At Aimy's insistence, these did not include the damned, literally in this case, Servitor Control Units or any of the other stuff Nubby had kept in the Cogtain-crater room. Those could be someone else's problem.

When Tink was finished, we taped the note to what was left of the cargo-servitor, gathered up Fumbles and got the hell out of there.

Aw toss made it

>>43292137
Awww, Nubbt does care!

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Our trip through the station was shockingly swift, stealthy, and professional. At least for certain values of "stealthy" and "professional", but there's no debating the "swift" part, or the "shocking" for that matter. Since our dismembered-servitor propulsion system was capable of pushing the loot pallet at speeds best described as "unsafe", we piled onto it and sped through the corridors like… Well, like a bunch of drunken guardsmen on leave.

Thanks to the maps provided by the Cogitator Adept, the scouting abilities of Spot the Wonder Drone, and a plasma-gun-enabled disregard for inconveniently placed doors and walls, we took a very direct and underpopulated route to the medbay. That's not to say that we didn't run into anyone on our trip, but thanks to Spot and Fumbles, we generally saw them before they saw us.

We managed to avoid or sneak by a few potential witnesses, as well as some Mercs and Security officers. Others were handled by sucker-punches and the application of Tink's not-actually-a-power-weapon Power Wrench. When that wasn't an option, we had Fumbles cloak us, or edit a few memories, though sometimes this didn't work either, and a more efficient approach was called for. Violence was only our last resort mind you, it's not like we were some sort of high speed murder-barge shooting down the Station's corridors with no regard for collateral damage, innocent lives, or speed limits. At least not most of the time.

Anyway, if you disregard maimings, psychic trauma, property damage, and other little things like that, our expedition was practically bloodless. Which is to say that there were DEFINITELY under 10 deaths, and most of those were Mercs and Bounty Hunters, and everyone knows they don't really count. Oh, and the maintenance worker that got ran over by the loot-pallet really should've known to look both ways before entering such a long and obstruction-free corridor, and had probably been drunk anyway.

>>43292178
How did tink get a power wrench???

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>>43292137
>Those could be someone else's problem.
>Chaotic artifacts

>>43292206
He didn't. He's just running a current through a piece of metal

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>>43292178

Despite the incredible speed of the loot-pallet, we reached the medbay considerably behind Station Security. This was hardly surprising though: they'd had several teams guarding the place since it was currently home to half the Station's surviving Astropaths. Luckily, Doc was a big boy who could look after himself, and he had kept the rest of us up to date on his situation while we travelled.

Doc's initial situation had been about as bad as Sarge's: the Stationers knew he was in the medbay, he had nothing but his sidearm, and there was no way he could get Gravis out without being noticed. Some of us had suggested leaving the torso-fied Space Marine behind and hoping the Stationers treated him, but Doc wouldn't have it. So Doc was stuck in a medbay filled with angry Station Security goons; luckily, it was a BIG medbay, with lots of hallways, rooms, and people running around doing stuff that was much more important than helping Station Security. Doc was fairly confident it would take a while for them to find him, especially since he'd plastered the storage room's door with biohazard and quarantine stickers.

Really the only problem Doc had with his situation, was that Sister Valerie still hadn't come back. He wasn't too worried, since anyone who attacked a Sister Hospitaller in the middle of a packed medical facility would suddenly find themselves in the middle of lynch mob. It was still a bad situation though: she really needed to be in the loop on the whole "the head of the local Telepathica is nuts, so we're leaving" thing. After cursing at himself for a while and promising that NEXT TIME he'd give her a combead, Doc sent his two assisting nurses, who were practically indistinguishable for the Stationer medical staff, out to find Valerie while he took care of Gravis and the life support machinery himself.

A few minutes later, the first nurse came back with two Station Security guards in tow, Doc was not amused.

>>43292236
Calling it right now: they're going to have to deal with that a few sessions down the line

>>43292178
>and the application of Tink's not-actually-a-power-weapon Power Wrench.

Inb4 Tink recovers the Power Sword and mates its Power Field Generator to the Wrench, making it ACTUALLY a Power Wrench.
Alternatively, inb4 they lash the Zoanthrope to the Murder Barge and power up the Power Wrench with a mesh net thrown over it again.

>>43292255
He first acquired it when he threw a wire net over a lashed-down Zoanthrope and grounded the net to the wrench. Originally it was just a field expedient to ground the Zoanthrope's discharges, but after he splattered a minor daemon with it on the OB, he must have become attached to the idea.

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>>43288004
You utter mother fucker I have a uni class at seven in the morning..... You may proceed you perfect human being you.

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>>43292267
>A few minutes later, the first nurse came back with two Station Security guards in tow, Doc was not amused.
TRAITOR BITCH

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The only reason Doc didn't immediately panic and do something stupid, was that Gravis chose that exact moment to try and die again. The nurse ran over to assist, and Doc began barking orders at, for lack of anyone else, the two Security officers. Now Doc may not have been a REAL doctor, but he'd gotten quite good at keeping Sergeant Gravis alive over the last few weeks, and that medical confidence infused his voice with doctorly gravitas. The two Security officers stood there in shock for a second, and then, compelled by the voice of medical authority and the sight of an honest-to-the-Emperor Space Marine (well, half of one) lying on the table, they lowered their weapons and began helping too.

Now in an ideal galaxy, after they helped him save Gravis, Doc would've sent the two Security goons off on some pointless errand, and they would've spent hours running around looking for a cans of headlight fluid or elbow grease before remembering that they were supposed to be arresting him. What actually happened though, was that halfway through the procedure, a whole mob of people burst into the storage room. Only three of the intruders were Security grunts, the rest consisted of the other nurse, Sister Valerie, the Station's head medicae, and a very-angry looking man who turned out to be the head of the medbay Security detachment.

The room was immediately filled with yelling, as the Security Commander started chewing out his men for swabbing the traitorous heretic's brow instead of arresting him, and the two men tried to defend their actions. At the back of the group one of the newly arrived goons began relaying a report to headquarters, another called for backup from the other search parties. The third goon was stuck trying to placate the head medicae and Sister Valerie, who were angrily demanding to know what all this talk of heretics and arresting was about.

>>43288004
FINALLY, THE TRUE GOD-KING OF /TG/ REVEALS HIMSELF!!!!! Also this is the first storytime I've caught live, so this is going to be hype as fuck for me. (even more so than usual)

Finally caught one live!

I CAUGHT IT LIVE!

>>43292379
>>43292422
i know that feel

>>43288004
Did i make it into a live one? you guys aren't fucking with me right?!

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>>43292360

After a half a minute of trying to get information out of the low-level Security officer, Sister Valerie turned to the irate Commander, and tapped him on the shoulder. The Commander, who was still busy shouting at the men who'd been helping Doc, responded with a rather rude remark, then ignored her. This was what we in the Guard call a "Tactical Error". With a little huff of annoyance, Sister Valerie jammed an injector into the Security Commander's neck, and stalked past him with her nurse in tow. Behind her, the Commander rocked from side to side, then crumpled to the floor. In the silence that followed, Sister Valerie shooed Doc away from Gravis, and said she'd take care of the Space Marine while Doc dealt with "all this silliness".

Doc turned around and found himself facing a very shocked head medicae, and three Security officers who didn't quite have their weapons raised, but were obviously very angry. He briefly evaluated his chances of talking his way out of the situation, decided they were rather low, and raised the turkey-baster sized metal syringe full of fluid he'd just drained from Sergeant Gravis' Oolitic Kidney in the least-threatening way he could manage. Then, in a surprisingly swift motion, Doc jammed the syringe's plunger down, and hosed all three security troopers with Tyranid biotoxin.

The results were not pretty. None of the Security officers had their faceplates lowered, and Doc managed to nail two of them right in the mouth. They were the lucky ones: it only took them a few seconds to die, the third officer got hit in the eyes, and took nearly a minute. Sister Valerie looked up disapprovingly at the screaming, and pointed out that what Doc had just done was both distracting and terribly unhygienic. Doc stammered an apology, both to the Sister and to the three dead Security officers, then turned to the two officers who'd been assisting him, and were now backed as far away from him and his syringe as possible.

Shoggy you are a god thank you for ruining my sleep cycle.

>>43292453
'Oly shit, doc!

Beware the nice ones, indeed.
I mean, sure, this doesn't top the time he consigned an entire Rogue Trader to the Warp, but still! That was uncool.

>>43292453
What level of Toxic did that stuff have?

>>43289067
Something I've been wondering about. Are Jim and Hannah siblings? They seem to act like they are.

>>43292453
ok, scratch handing Sgt Gravis back to the astartes. Keep him around as a bio weapon dispenser.

Jesus Shoggy, I was starting to get withdrawls!

Thank god you came back!

>>43292518
Is "Bio-Heresy" a thing? I think you've just invented "Bio-Heresy," Anon.

>>43292453
Did Doc get more exp than anyone else at some point?
Between the last story and this one, he's been keeping multiple people alive while fighting a deamon in no gravity, and now turning enemies to allies before swiftly murdering three men with no traditional weapons while apologizing for the smell.
He's approaching Twitch levels of dangerous.
Well, maybe not twitch, but at least Nubby or Sarge.

>>43292537
I'm pretty sure thats nurgles territory

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After a few seconds of thought on the ethical and tactical problems raised by the whole hostage thing, Doc told the two terrified Station Security officers to collect their unconscious commander, as well as the catatonic-with-fear head medicae, and get the hell out. Then, at Sister Valerie's insistence, he also shoved the three now-melting corpses out into the hallway. As an afterthought, he collected the dead officers' shotguns and ammo, set up a firing position using the sliding door and the sturdiest crate he could find, and thanked the Emperor that their storage room was at the end of a corridor.

It should be noted, just for posterity, that Doc did NOT actually stop to check what was in the crate he used for his barricade. That really wasn't his fault though: he was very busy with defending the room, it was an innocent mistake, and the Tribunal DID clear him in the end.

Anyway, as Doc worked, he did his best to bring Sister Valerie up to speed. She did not find the news that the Astropaths had betrayed us surprising, and recommended purging them all in holy fire before we left. Doc made that agreeing, but noncommittal sound which comes naturally to all boyfriends, and skipped ahead to the part where they needed to pack everything back up and hold out until backup arrived. Since by this point the Security reinforcements had arrived and needed to be continually discouraged from advancing down the corridor, Doc was put on barricade duty, while Sister Valerie and her minions handled the packing and keeping Gravis alive.

>>43292578
Maybe Slannesh

>>43292582
>It should be noted, just for posterity, that Doc did NOT actually stop to check what was in the crate he used for his barricade. That really wasn't his fault though: he was very busy with defending the room, it was an innocent mistake, and the Tribunal DID clear him in the end.


This is the second time this "tribunal" has been brought up. I'm getting nervous

>>43292582
That's the lower half, isn't it

>>43292614

At least we know he makes it out okay.

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>>43292582

For the most part, between his entrenched position, the natural killzone, and his large supply of shotgun ammo, Doc didn't have that much trouble holding off Station security. It fact it wasn't even what you could really call "holding off", it was mostly a matter of popping a shot off whenever someone peeked around the corner at the end of the hallway and shooting down the odd servo-skull. The Security officers that had been guarding the medbay weren't die hard soldiers, they were just a police force, and their willingness to die gloriously for their station was rather lacking. Especially after some them tried to rush Doc using a makeshift boarding shield, and got pegged with a home-made tox grenade (really just a glass jar filled with more Tyranid biotoxin). Seeing half a dozen of your more gung-ho comrades die screaming and MELTING can really sap a man's enthusiasm.

Unfortunately, this happy state of affairs didn't quite last long enough. Right as Aimy's team was drawing close to medbay, and had switched from blitz to stealth mode, the Stationers found their spines and launched another serious attack. Or to be more precise, they found a pair of gun servitors. We all heard Doc start swearing over the comms as the servitors opened up with a pair of heavy stubbers each, and started shambling up the hallway while something like a dozen Security goons followed a few meters behind.

Doc made a good showing by all accounts, but the odds were stacked too high against him, and he was quickly forced to abandon his firing slit. As the servitors drew into close range, he took a gamble and used his last tox grenade. He got a bullet in the arm for his trouble, but at least it was AFTER he threw the grenade. The jar of Tyranid biotoxin hit it's mark, and quickly turned both servitors' fleshy bits into mush. Unfortunately, as the saying goes "If the enemy is in range, so are you", and several of the Security troopers had brought concussion grenades.

>>43292582
>It should be noted, just for posterity, that Doc did NOT actually stop to check what was in the crate he used for his barricade. That really wasn't his fault though: he was very busy with defending the room, it was an innocent mistake, and the Tribunal DID clear him in the end.

He used Gravis's worse half, didn't he?

>She did not find the news that the Astropaths had betrayed us surprising, and recommended purging them all in holy fire before we left.
I thought her name was Sister Valerie of the Sisters Hospitaller, not Sister Mary Napalm of the Order of the Burning Rose?

>Doc was put on barricade duty
Hold the Line, Guardsman. Your girlfriend has work to do.

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>>43292614
I'm not! Every time it's mentioned, the AGP has been cleared by at least 2/3rds of the big-wigs. That's a good sign and good signs are never just preludes to absolute shitstorms made of distilled misery and Lamenters level bad luck :D

>>43292614
>>43292582
Aren't Tribunals that thing that happens with 3 Lord Inquisitors judging the actions of 1, before meting out punishment?
Because the AGP needs to seriously fuck up in the future to get put in front of one of those, or have the Scythes be real butthurt about being left for dead on a Tyranid Bioship.

>>43292656
Posthumous sentences exist. I mean, not to be a pessimist, just sayin'.

>>43292679
I think "Butthurt" is about to happen, what with what's most likely in that crate Doc is using for cover.

Poor Sgt. Gravis. His chances of escaping that Dreadnought began at "HAH!" and they're rapidly going downhill.

>>43292453
You know, that's practically an old-school Who way to kill someone without a gun.

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>>43292693

...fuck

>>43290749
It's not meant to be. Maintenance on the ship is a bit different from big Inquisitorial jobs, and I'm not Shoggy's GM, so even if I tried to mimic his style it'd be different.
>>43290886
Getting players is easy. I just wanted to give AGP fans a crack at it before going elsewhere, now that I've finally gotten my shit together enough to start running.
>>43291282
Skype ID is shadowrumble. Message me about it and I'll add you to the group chat; we'll start within a couple weeks.
>>43291492
>Regroup, Retreat, Repeat.
Just like Episode One. Assuming that the Only War marathon counts as a prologue.

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>>43292660

The entire barrage of grenades went off directly in front of the door to the storage room. The shockwave bent the door inward, ragdolled Doc across the storage room, and left him pinned under the heavy crate he'd been using as a barricade. He was pretty definitely out of the fight at that point, but luckily, Sister Valerie was there to rescue his sorry ass.

Now this is where things get a little fuzzy, because Doc was concussed, mostly deaf, bleeding both internally and externally, and is the very definition of a biased witness where his girlfriend is concerned. According to him, she calmly instructed her minions to finish packing, pulled a crate off the mobile medical suite, and kneeled down in front of it. Then, head bowed in prayer, she extracted Sergeant Gravis' Astartes Mark Vb Godwyn Pattern Bolter, and started glowing with the Divine Light of the Emperor.

We know this next part was bullshit, because Sister Valerie couldn't carry a tune with a bloody wheelbarrow, and had actually been banned, very politely mind you, from participating in the choir during the Occurrence Border's morning services. But Doc insisted that as she rose to her feet surrounded by a halo of divine light, and started singing a battle-hymn so divinely beautiful that it was painful. Then, a-singin' and a-glowin' like a bloody angel, she walked over to the door, and began mowing down wave after wave of Security goons with Gravis' bolter.

Now, we saw that hallway afterwards, and there definitely weren't enough bodies to constitute even a single wave, but we couldn't deny that she sure as hell shot the place to shit. She must have put at least three magazines of Astartes-sized bolt rounds down that hallway, though "down" really isn't the right word: the vast majority of the bolt-craters we could see were along the corridor's walls, ceiling, floor, and somehow even the door behind her. She had about as much control over that weapon as a toddler try to walk a fenrisian wolf.

>>43292721
The AGP has gone through worse and made it out, though! You can feel it in your chest cavity when they're at PK levels of fucked.
I mean, sure, entire city-in-space wants them dead and they're keeping a dying Space Marine alive so his buddies wont kill them and they still need to deliver that xenos psyker what killed half the astropaths in the system but that level of stress is standard operating procedure at this point.

>>43292662
>I thought her name was Sister Valerie of the Sisters Hospitaller, not Sister Mary Napalm of the Order of the Burning Rose?
She's still a Sister of Battle. Kinda.

>>43291711
>never going to let it go
What's the source?

>>43292679
No, though they ARE those as well. A Tribunal is just a Military Trail.

>>43292738
Not to be pedantic, but doesn't a single shot from an Astartes bolt weapon shatter a normal human arm? I think the fluff says the bolters normal humans use are downsized or something.

>>43292738
Doc you lucky dog. She's so fucking beautiful

>>43292792
Sarge's response to a Hive Tyrant

>>43292847

A Sister of Battle is NOT a normal human.

>>43292791
I was more wondering if anyone was going to recognize the reference.

>>43292847
She is wearing power armor... Sure, not Astartes grade, but still power armor.

>>43292662
>I thought her name was Sister Valerie of the Sisters Hospitaller, not Sister Mary Napalm of the Order of the Burning Rose?
The Psykers are mutants obstructing the Inquisition
Mutants who obstruct the Inquisition must be purged
Therefore the Psykers must be purged
It's hardly rocket science

>>43292847
Well, looking at the picture again, she has at least one partially augmented arm. That probably helped with the recoil (although obviously not enough to fix her aim)

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>>43292738

Lack of actual aiming ability aside though, Sister Valerie's counter attack got the job done. The sight of a tall blond bombshell incoherently screaming a Sororitas Battle Hymn, and firing what amounted to a fully automatic rocket launcher with all the accuracy and discipline of an enraged Ork was more than the Station Security troopers could handle. They ran for it, and when she kept shooting, they ran some more; if the medbay hadn't already been evacuated by the head medicae it would have been a lethal stampede, but as it was, the whole thing was just comical. The retreat ended with the whole cowardly lot sitting in the lobby, yelling at each other, and trying to explain the situation to their superiors and the newly-arrived reinforcements.

By this point those of us who'd been in the warehouse had navigated into an unoccupied maintenance corridor adjacent to the lobby, and were performing recon using Spot 2.0 and Fumbles. Seeing the idiots run out like there was a bloodthirster on their heels struck as hilarious, and it got even better when they told the reinforcements what had happened: in their terrified little minds Doc had grown into some sort of Nurglite mega-cultist.

We caught phrases like "What sort of hell plague melts BONES?", "turned a sister of battle into a daemonhost", and "came here to resurrect his Plague Marine master". It was good stuff, really lightened our moods, and on a more practical note, the horror stories had completely drained the Security troopers' enthusiasm. They pretty much unanimously decided to just defend the lobby, and wait until one of the Station's SWAT teams arrived. This was good news for Doc, who was in no condition to fend off another attack, but it left the rest of us with the problem of getting him out past thirty-ish Security troopers before their heavies arrived. Luckily, Sarge had sorted out his issues by then and we were not forced to go with Tink's or, Emperor forbid, Nubby's proposed solutions.

>>43292860
She's a Hospitaller, not a SoB, but even then they don't have the Space Marine augmentations.

>>43292861
Hm, just assumed that since she was a Hospitaller she wasn't in power armor.

Disclaimer: I'm all for tossing the fluff out in favor of a better story, just wondering is all.

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>>43292817
They aren't part of the military anymore. They're part of the Inquisition.

>>43292903
>Luckily, Sarge had sorted out his issues by then and we were not forced to go with Tink's or, Emperor forbid, Nubby's proposed solutions.


Will you at least tell us what they are?

>>43292951
Tink's solution undoubtedly involved using Spot, or possibly having Hannah try to seduce the local cogboy chief-man into turning on the other stationers and offering the Guardsmen admech protection.

Nubby's solution probably involved everybody crossdressing and legging it in the confusion.

>>43292945
Custodes should be below the emperor.

>>43293036

...they are.

Everything on that chart's below the Emperor.

>>43292847
>>43292861
>>43292885

To clarify a mechanical point, Sister Valerie did not bring her power armor, and was wearing her Hospitaller Carapace.

We used the Astartes weapons count as Heavy rule from dark crusade I think, which meant she was taking the penalty for firing an unbraced heavy weapon, plus another penalty for firing it on auto. The only thing that didn't count against her was the weapon type, since she was proficient in bolters.

The only reason she managed to not just shoot herself in the foot was the use an offensive Faith talent (drawing a blank on which one), fueled by a Fate point supplied by Doc. He burned 1 and used 1 during that fight.

>>43293073
'Directly' below.

...asshat.

>>43293081
Yoh bro how many fatepoints have been burned dude so far in this campaign?

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>>43292903

Sarge's defense of the Office Suite was not as exciting as Doc's desperate holdout, this was largely because the Stationers knew Sarge was incredibly dangerous form the beginning, and didn't bother sending a few waves of poorly trained Security officers to their deaths. Instead, they called for the Station's best SWAT team, and set about fortifying the entire Telepathica headquarters to prevent any chance of escape or rescue.

This sounded very bad to Sarge and the Diplomacy Adept, and they shared that opinion with Jim, who didn't respond except for fending Sarge off when he attempted to un-jack the tech-priest's mechadendrite from the comm terminal. There was a brief debate over whether he was okay, and if the "try and cut into a maintenance shaft" plan should be performed yet. Since the Cogitator Adept said that Jim was, for lack of a better word, talking with over fifty other tech-priests, Sarge decided to keep waiting, and set about fortifying the two-room suite. Then, once he'd reached the point where the suite was as fortified as physically possible, he commed Twitch for some advice, then fortified it even more.

At about the same time as Doc was wantonly employing Tyranid bioweapons against three unsuspecting Security officers, the SWAT team finally launched their assault. Eight men, armored in matte black, void-sealed carapace armor and wielding the best automatic shotguns the Administratum could requisition, silently entered the main conference room and took up positions covering the door to the suite. One of them carefully opened the door's control panel, found the emergency override, and began counting down.

At zero the door slid open, but did not reveal the group of desperate heretics they'd been expecting. Instead, all that was on the other side of it was the sheer metal surface of the suite's table, and a lumpy object the size of a basketball, which had been wedged against the door, and fell into the main conference room as it opened.

>>43289950
It's the Zoanthrope, the Occurence Border had the same thing happen. The Zoanthrope's psychic attack was so damn powerful it affected the entire sub sector.

>>43293090

Ah.

Sorry, been coding for six hours straight. Brain's still a little stuck in pedantic literalism.

>>43293201
I feel you bro. Messing with Mongo for the first time here this whole tiem

>>43293081
Ah, makes sense. Thanks.

>>43293107

Umm, enough that I can't recall the exact number off the top of my head.

At least 7, if we didn't get them back periodically we'd have all been dead long ago.

>>43293186
>Instead, all that was on the other side of it was the sheer metal surface of the suite's table, and a lumpy object the size of a basketball, which had been wedged against the door, and fell into the main conference room as it opened.
I feel like that's going to blow up in their faces.

>>43293263
Thanks dude

>>43293279
So cynical, anon. Clearly it contains a white flag and a polite note of surrender.

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>>43293186
>lumpy object the size of a basketball, which had been wedged against the door, and fell into the main conference room as it opened.

>>43293305
How silly of me I'm sure it also contains a plate of cookies and the love they never got from their parents.

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>>43293186

If the SWAT team'd had to time to inspect the object, they would've discovered that it consisted of six laspistol powerpacks, every extraneous metal skull, buckle, and stud that Sarge could rip off his Inquisitorial Costume, and few layers of duct tape. They didn't have time to inspect it though, because half a second after it hit the floor, the improvised frag mine went off and killed half of them.

On the far side of the massive pile of furniture, appliances, and bathroom fixtures that kept the table wedged against the door, Sarge felt incredibly relieved that the IED had worked like Twitch said it would. He raised his voice, and over the pained yelling of the two troopers who'd only been injured by the blast, Sarge told the survivors to bugger off. They responded by shooting the barricade a few times in a sort of desultory way, and then grabbed their wounded comrades and followed his advice.

Now, if it had been a Guard commander who'd just had his assault foiled like that, he would've said something like "Hmm, after killing so many of my men they must be low on ammo now, lets try that again", and Sarge would've been in deep shit. Fortunately the people in charge were just civilians, and even better, they were a committee; when the SWAT team's survivors limped back to them, they sat down and had a nice lengthy debate about what to try next. Sarge and the Diplomat listened in as idea after idea was raised and vetoed, usually for boring reasons like immense potential risk to personnel and property, but occasionally there was something more interesting. Apparently the Stationers were having a little trouble with their comms and cogitators, and no one from Mechanicus was returning their calls.

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>>43288295

>The All Guardsmen Party: Tyranid Delivery Experts


>Guest starring:

>The 'Skulls' Parasite Unit

>>43293343

>trouble with comms

Fuck yeah, Jim best cogbro.

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>>43293343

Eventually though, the committee reached a decision, and unfortunately, it was a pretty good one. The Telepathica knew enough about their own headquarters' to get into the ventilation system without a tech-priest's help, and the Shipmasters' Union was able to furnish several canisters of sedative gas. Once Sarge and his heretical companions were incapacitated, they'd send in some men with lascutters and rebreathers, and that would be that.

Sarge immediately taped up every vent he could find, but did not feel especially confident in the ability of a single layer of duct tape to fend off a chemical attack. His nerves began to fray as he overheard the gas being delivered then sent off to be deployed, and Jim still hadn't moved. The only thing that kept him from just forcing the tech-priest to wake up and trying to cut through the wall with his last two power packs, was the old Diplomat's calm assurance that he'd lose consciousness long before Sarge would, and could be used as a sort of final warning.

Luckily, though it didn't seem so at the time, it never came to that. Right as the elderly adept started feeling woozy, Sarge noticed the telltale hum of a lascutter and a spot on the wall of the partially flooded bathroom began to glow. Sarge spared a few seconds to curse the Stationers for not mentioning that the assault was starting within the bugs' pickup range, then got ready to go down fighting. As a sort of afterthought he gave Jim a whack upside the head, partially to try and wake the him up, but mostly because he was rather angry with the enginseer. Jim didn't snap awake though, this was because he was already awake, and was in the process of turning around when Sarge swung.

The end result was Jim sitting on the floor, checking if his nose was broken, and calling Sarge some very unkind words. Sarge responded with a few choice insults on his own, but stopped when Jim pointed out that he was being very ungrateful for someone who'd just been rescued.

>>43293390
I'd love to see a transcript of this chapter from Jim's perspective, kinda just to see what all the non-com action is like in a god-tier campaign.

>>43293363
Oh god, you bastard. You utter, UTTER bastard.
I like you, anon.

>>43293363
Fuck me. How well would the AgP fare against the skulls?

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>>43293414

When the lascutter finished its work on the bathroom wall, the breach wasn't kicked open by a squad of heavily armed men. Instead, the precisely cut piece of metal drifted backwards then disappeared up the red-lit shaft on the other side, revealing a small swarm of servo-skulls. Sarge eyed the skulls with the special type of suspicion he reserved for anything that could be called "good luck", but Jim assured him they were friendly, and led the way into the shaft. As the enginseer entered, the skulls swarmed around him, and carefully lowered him down the shaft. Sarge noted that none of them had stuck around to lower him, hefted the woozy Adept under an arm, and slowly began descending the ladder at the back of the shaft. Up above him, a few skulls began welding the shaft closed again.

After a very long and slow climb, Sarge found himself in what was obviously a Mechanicus shrine, and flinched as he realized that he was surrounded on every side by tech-priests. The cogboys didn't seem hostile though, so Sarge just stood still and tried not to look like someone who endorsed tech-heresy in his subordinates. After a few seconds of motionlessness, Sarge noticed that none of the tech-priests were actually looking at him, and followed their gazes to where Jim was chirping in binary at what had to be the local Magos.

Jim's talk with the Magos went quickly, which was good, because Sarge was getting very tired of not being told what was going on. When Jim came over, Sarge got as far as "Just what the hell did you-" before the old Diplomat kicked him in the shin and suggested that he just let Jim take the lead.

>>43293414
"Jim? Wake up. It's time to die like men. If you go down shooting with me, I'll brevet you as a Guardsman before you go, and we can spend eternity on patrol with the Emperor rather than whatever weird thing it is you cogboys do with your bodies."

I think Sarge must like Jim. Even if he does piss him off sometimes.

>>43293479
That all depends on whether the Skulls are attacking them somewhere Twitch has had time to fortify or not.

Against Twitch's fortifications, the Skulls wouldn't stand a fucking chance. Without Heavy and/or cutter, though, if the AGP are being ambushed?
It depends on whether Spot can track and shoot targets moving that quickly.

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>>43293481

Using a haughty tone of voice that definitely didn't fit him, Jim began spouting a bunch of stuff about jurisdictions, re-prioritizations, and other such weasel words; it was complete bullshit, but luckily, Sarge was fluent in bullshit. The gist of it was that Jim had told the cogboys that he and Hannah had been given a vitally important mission by the Ordos Juris, and namedropped the two Magi that we'd so memorably encountered. This was, of course, a VERY creative interpretation of being told "go gain experience in the Inquisition, and we'll recruit you into the Ordos Juris if you survive", and Sarge took a small amount of pride in how much a cynical lying bastard Jim had become.

The local tech-priests couldn't directly assist with Jim's mission without knowing what it was, or being given some sort of authorization from higher up, but they could definitely help him return to his ship. Furthermore, if he made sure it didn't threaten the Station, they could make sure that said ship would be able to leave the system without being attacked. This was great news, but Sarge couldn't help but notice that only Jim and Hannah's escape and safety were mentioned, and pointed that out. Jim actually smiled a bit at that, and explained that the cogboys had no interest in us AT ALL unless we did something to significantly damage the Station. They'd wouldn't help us, but they wouldn't help the Stationers either, and they wouldn't do anything to stop us from following Jim on his very-safe trip back to the Occurrence Border through the Stations maintenance corridors.

In the end, Sarge sent the Diplomacy Adept off with Jim, but didn't go with them, because the Doc situation was heating up and Twitch was handling things just fine by himself. As they headed off, one of the tech-priests grudgingly showed Sarge to the nearest public corridor, then slammed the door behind him.

>>43293363

Who?

>>43292086
>Ork Trakk
Trukk? Trakk does admittedly sound like something they'd make.
>>43292562
Iirc they get bonus XP to spend exclusively on side stuff like Doc's medical skills, and recently talkiness for Sarge.
>>43293090
>>43293036
The Custodes are part of the Adeptus Terra, in a way; their head honcho is one of the High Lords.

Supposing Sarge lived long enough to be a full fledged Inquisitor. I wonder what kind of school thought he's going to establish.

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>>43293552

Sarge was now standing in a sparsely populated public corridor, wearing a ragged Inquisitorial Costume and a Evil Goon Uniform, which drew the eye better than a neon sign. Remembering the whole massive bounty on his head and station-wide arrest order thing, he ducked into to first unlocked door he could find, which luckily turned out to be a public restroom. He immediately stripped down to his skivvies and shoved the gaudy clothing into the nearest bin, then commed the cogitator Adept and set to work getting a less-conspicuous costume.

While he waited in the moderately filthy public restroom, Sarge listened to reports from the rest of us, and slowly formulated the most cunning of plans. A few minutes later, at about the same time as Doc was getting rescued by his girlfriend, a smalltime merc who'd accepted a contract to remove an annoying drunk from a public restroom, opened the door and got one hell of a surprise. Sarge was very gentle by his standards, so the merc would probably live, though he probably wouldn't ever look at a toilet the same way again.

Atired in a bad-fitting, not to mention rather damp and smelly, merc uniform, and wielding a shoddily made Stationer shotgun, Sarge stepped out into the public corridor, and started jogging. A short distance away, two dozen mercenaries and bounty hunters entered a small dingy bar, and looked around for the man that, according the comm messages they'd all received, had a lucrative contract for them.

>>43293343
>Sarge and the Diplomat listened in as idea after idea was raised and vetoed

Did someone have to roll for the Diplomat to palm all those bugs off on the adepts? It sounds like an advantage your DM would have given you through gritted teeth.

>>43293556
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ai1it5CitzY

>>43292862
It's hardly rocket science but there are a whole warp load of rockets involved

>>43292903
Wait I thought it was a Godwin pattern not a heavy bolter

>>43293614
His recruitment will be simple:
All candidates must be Guardsmen of no higher rank than Lieutenant.
If any otherwise-useful candidates come to light who are not Guardsmen, they will be immediately conscripted into the nearest Guard regiment until they are properly Guardified.

FUCK YEAH BARELY MADE IT TO THIS ONE

I THINK I'VE CAUGHT LIKE 5 NOW

>>43293559
Trakk's are pretty much gun platforms that have a wheeled front and a tracked rear. They're the Orkish equivalent of ATVs, but with louder engines, and room for a twin-linked big shoota, rokkit launcha, or sorcha.

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>>43293623

Now, it's been said, by just about everyone who's Sarge, that in the entire history of the Imperium there's been no one so inherently a Sergeant as him. He was born for it, destined for it, it was if the Emperor reached down and said "This guy, right here, he's going to be biggest, baddest, most sergeanty guy ever, and nothing can ever change that." He just sort exuded sergeant-ness, and anyone with a drop of military blood in their veins noticed it immediately. Well, as Sarge entered that bar full of mercs, he turned that aura up to eleven.

Sarge came through the bar door looking, despite his slovenly uniform, like he'd just stepped off recruiting poster, and every man in that bar, including the bartender, came to attention. Sarge surveyed them for a few seconds, then announced that he knew where the heretic bounties were hiding, and that Station Security was too chickenshit to handle them. He'd called them here, because they were toughest, meanest, nastiest men on the station, and if they followed him into this fight, they'd also be the richest. Then Sarge turned on his heel, and marched back out of the bar. The mercs, bounty hunters, and assorted scum in the bar all shared a look, then stampeded after him.

A short while later, Sarge and his small mercenary army shoved their way into the medbay lobby and demanded to speak to the commanding officer. Unfortunately, the security commander, who turned out to be the guy Sister Valerie had tranqued, was a bit less credulous than the mercs had been. He demanded to know who Sarge was (and no "Sarge" is not a name, it was a rank, what's your NAME merc?), what outfit he was from, and why he was there. Sarge, who knew from experience that claiming to be "Sergeant Sargent" would result in a fair bit of wasted time, discreetly checked the name on his ill-fitting jacket, and announced the he was Sergeant Kelly, the men behind him were Kelly's Heroes, and they were there to get rich or die trying.

>>43293664
Image chosen for size similarity, since I couldn't find a SoB wielding an Astartes sized bolter.

If you can find a better image for that one please do, that one sorta sucks.

>>43293714
>This guy, right here, he's going to be biggest, baddest, most sergeanty guy ever, and nothing can ever change that
MY SONS IT IS DECIDED!

>>43293714
>Sarge, who knew from experience that claiming to be "Sergeant Sargent" would result in a fair bit of wasted time, discreetly checked the name on his ill-fitting jacket, and announced the he was Sergeant Kelly, the men behind him were Kelly's Heroes, and they were there to get rich or die trying.
i wish i had an image
it make my last communication with other people slightly better, as I asphyxiate from laughter

>>43293765
He's a mortal man who overrode a Space Marine Sergeant by pure volume and vitriol.

After the line "They shall be my Space Marines, and they shall know no fear," comes the line that so bewildered humanity they suppressed it; "And Gregory Sargent shall whip them into shape when their discipline grows lax, who will humble them when their confidence turns to arrogance."

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>>43293714

It took Sarge a bit of arguing to convince the Security Commander to let him launch an attack instead of just waiting for the Station's second-best SWAT team, but he managed. It helped a lot that, despite the fact that the Commander hadn't heard of any outfit called "Kelley's Heroes", the databases at Security HQ had. It turned out that it was an accredited mercenary company, which was in good standing with the Administratum, Telepathica and Shipmaster's Union, and it just happened to specialize in dealing with heretics. Imagine that!

Anyway, Sarge convinced the man to let him lead an assault on Doc's position, which meant that he had a nice excuse to get up on a table, and start giving a loud, impressive, and rather overlong heroic speech. Every man in the lobby turned their attention Sarge as he stomped back and forth, talking about bravery and valor, and all sorts of other heroic bullshit. No one noticed as a young man in a rumpled psyker's jacket sidled through the lobby's front door, around the edge of the audience, and into the hallway which everyone was supposed to be watching. They also completely failed to notice Spot 2.0 zipping in and out of the room, but since Spot was invisible this was far less of an achievement.

As Sarge's speech began to run uncomfortably long and the audience started to fidget, he received confirmation that everything was ready. He banged the table with the flagpole that he'd gotten from somewhere or other, and launched into the final, get-everyone-pumped up, part of the speech. Everyone's attention was neatly recaptured, which was good, because while they might have missed the large blurry shape that entering the from hallway, it would've been hard not to notice when it turned into Fumbles and the medical convoy and all the potted plants in the room withered. Luckily, after that little stumble, the convoy faded again, and no one noticed as it moved to the far corner of the lobby, where the wall was glowing slightly.

>>43293803
>After the line "They shall be my Space Marines, and they shall know no fear," comes the line that so bewildered humanity they suppressed it; "And Gregory Sargent shall whip them into shape when their discipline grows lax, who will humble them when their confidence turns to arrogance."
He will be the man that will go againts all odds againts his own dignity to provide what is right for him and for the imperium he shall by named...SARGENT

>>43293806
How many guardsmen of the original regiment are left? What happened to them all?

What kinda equipment do you guys now pack?

What EXP are you guys on?

Whee, Shoggy thread!!!

>>43293846
1.there are 30 left...
2.mostly guard armor and tau flakish armor and some xeno weaponry and tech...and their wits...no idea
3...no idea but who cares!

>>43292857
Thanks. I thought it was last adventure but my memory sucks.

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>>43293806

Sarge's speech ended with a final bellow of "CHARGE" and every man in the room, both the mercs and the security officers, surged towards the hallway that led to the now-empty storage room. Sarge didn't go with them though, as soon as they turned, he covered his eyes and bolted for the lobby's door. Up on the ceiling, Spot pulled a few pieces of string that had been run through the rings of a dozen flash and smoke grenades, and right as Sarge hit the doors, the lobby exploded into light and smoke. In the confusion, which quickly grew deadly as nearly fifty armed men panicked, no one noticed a section of wall collapsing, or the large blurry shape going through it.

Sarge stumbled through the lobby doors, feeling rather proud of how well that had worked out, and nearly collided with eight men in matte black armor. He froze for a second, resisted the urge to raise his shotgun, and told them that a bunch of heretics disguised as mercenaries had just attacked the Security forces. The leader of the SWAT team swore, and led his men through the doors. Sarge waited until the last one had gone through then sprinted like hell. As he reached the end of the hallway, a side door slid open to reveal Aimy, and somewhere behind him someone yelled "HEY YOU". Something stung Sarge in the side as he ran the last few meters to the door, and Aimy responded by leaning out and neatly putting a bolt of plasma through the offending SWAT trooper's helmet; then both of them were through the door.

Despite the fact the SWAT team following them had a nice clear trail of Sarge's blood to follow, they didn't manage to catch up. This was primarily because Aimy kept shooting the control panel of every automatic door after she closed it, but also because any Guardsman worth his salt is a good runner. Before long they reached the rest of us, Sarge was tossed onto the loot pallet next to Doc, and the whole convoy rolled out.

>>43292679
Inquisitorial tribunals (or possibly tribunes, I may be getting them mixed up) are also convened to determine the worthiness of an individual to become a full inquisitor. Sarge might just be due for another promotion...

And we've hit post limit. Shoggy, how much do you have left? Think you can squeeze it in before we fall off Page Ten?
>>43293714
>Now, it's been said, by just about everyone who's Sarge, that in the entire history of the Imperium there's been no one so inherently a Sergeant as him.
Everyone who's met Sarge?
>>43293846
Again, iirc they're using Best-quality carapace armour & hot-shot lasguns, Common-quality pulse weapons, and of course Nubby & Twitch's goodies. Seems Tink's plasma gun keeps accumulating modifications, too.
>>43293869
There were. The AGP aren't the only cell that's suffered losses.

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>>43293918
[Sorairo Days intensifies]

>>43293950
Nah, that's likely "everyone who is Sarge." NCO's like to brag and all that.

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>>43293918

The trip across the station went surprisingly fast, and without incident. We later found out that this was because the Station's tech-priests were clearing the way for us by redirecting servitors and menials, and making sure every door was open. Apparently Jim had convinced them it was the best way to get us to stop cutting through things with Tink's plasma gun. Unfortunately, they hadn't been able to do anything to convince Twitch to stop being Twitch, and as we got closer to the the west dock, the signs of battle damage mounted.

Really though, anyone who knew anything about booby traps could tell that Twitch had been following Sarge's order to keep the body count low. There were a lot bloodstains, and the odd bodypart, but for the most part they were in the hallway leading towards the craters, as opposed to scattered around them. This was a clear sign of traps designed to act as deterrents instead of being set up for maximum casualties. Anyway, despite his restraint when it came to bodycount, Twitch and the ship's armsmen had really chewed the area around the docking bay up. It was a testament to the quality of the Station's construction that the entire section hadn't lost atmospheric integrity.

The mad bomber himself met us at the bottom of a freight elevator, flanked on either side by his last two suicide-skulls, and a pair of armsmen wearing the krootoid-spine necklaces that marked them as some of the tribals from hydroponics. The second we reached the elevator, the two skulls zipped away behind us, and we all felt a shockwave and heard the crash of a warehouse's worth of crates dropping into the corridor. Sarge briefly considered asking Twitch how many other corridors he'd collapsed, then decided that he really didn't want to know.

4chan still shitting the bed?

>>43294014
Well damn, of course it had to happen in a Shoggy thread.

>>43294021
I was wondering about that. Hopefully Shoggy will post after he gets some much needed rest. Or whatever.

[I was there the day Emperor fell.]

[I was there the day Horus fell.]

And I was there the AGP came back! Yes!!!!!

ok so it wasn't just my computer. good to know