Salvation seemed like an illusion, you had managed to save a few ones from the Necron Invasion that was developing on your old homeworld but now that you had already managed to escape from the planet you were far from being safe; for starters the group of survivors that had managed to escape while you were dueling the Necron Lord where now nowhere to be found and even in this Geostationary Space Station there were enslaved and Possessed humans that unwillingly fought for the vile aliens.

The first thing that your electronic lens saw when the doors of the Elevator opened were a desolated combat ground, there were dozens of bodies here and there and several pyres created to burn the Possessed ones and avoid their post-mortem release of Scarabs. Gun casings and damage caused by solid slugs, energy projectiles and explosions could be seen and smelled in most areas, some parts of the Station were so damaged that their Gravitonic Systems had been affected and they thus completely lacked artificial gravity or had a superheavy and near crushingly mortal one. On the distant corridors and walls several remnant Possessed enemies roamed in a wayward manner as they simply searched for any trace of Imperial life to erase, avoiding them was easy as the Station was so big and ample that there was always an alternate path to take to avoid enemy contact.

Even if the Station had been attacked weeks ago the food that was in its bars and restaurants were so pumped with artificial conservatives that they would still remain edible for at least another century, after eating and drinking plenty your squat group got as much ammo as it could and advanced towards where the local Adeptus Mechanicus Cathedral was located to search a telecommunication beacon powerful enough to talk with the Navy Ships that were fighting in the distance.

>>45535296
As you all advanced you were able to see the dogfighting between the Imperial and Necron ships and how for each Necron destroyed ship the Navy lost at least ten. Even if the combat didn’t seemed to favor the Imperium they needed to be contacted to be informed of the Chronorganic Oxydizer and everything that you had discovered so far… otherwise all the Drop-pods and troops sent down there would die even before they have a chance of combating and the losses will be massive.

When you all reached the Cathedral you saw a crudely painted graffiti saying "REBELLED SERVITORS GO AWAY!”. Locked inside there was a paranoid survivor from outside of the Cult Mechanicus that thought that the Possessed ones were Servitors in the search of rights instead of alien slaves. Your attempts at diplomacy with him failed and in a fear fueled schizophrenia he ended tolling the gargantuan copper bell that lied on top of the Cathedral. The chimming bell’s noise was so loud that all the aimless Possessed of the Station were able to hear it and like mere primitive animals became attracted to the source of the sound.

You quickly came with another solution; you had come to this dammed forge world on your own Ship, luckily it would still be docked and intact enough to allow for communication with the rest of the ships. You headed into a nearby terminal and entered the name of your ship for its search. Due to the combat and lack of maintenance rituals the network of the Station was badly damaged and what should have been a quick and near instantaneous search would turn into an excruciatingly long task. While the computer was processing your order the first wave of the Possessed started making their approach.

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>>45535311

"Calculate every bullet, to the last one! Pray to the Emperor or the Omnissiah and ask for good aim for we have to kill each and all of them with the minimum stray shots!"

You grabbed your huge Lascannon and charged a new Gigathule Power-Pack inside of it.

“Defend the computer for your lives depend on it! Activate your magnetic soles or grab onto something solid, I’m going to create a breach to engulf those wretched souls into the oblivion that they deserve!”

As you ascended you overlooked the surrounding areas and saw three possible targets that could be shot to create an atmospheric breach. The first one was a great rectangular window that lied not very far away, if broken it would create a breach that would only last for a minute at most as those windows have safety measures that cover them after being broken, the second one was massive dome shaped Rose Window that lied above your heads and whose intricate designs depicted a Stellar Chart, unlike the rectangular window this one seemed like it didn’t had any safety measures and thus if broken it would stay unsealed ad infinitum; the third option was the furthest one and was in a corridor from which most of the Possessed ones seemed to come, it was a Rocket Promethium deposit that lied about a mile ahead, if shot it would create a great explosion that could kill most of the incoming enemies, the sudden breach should kill any remaining ones, this was the most destructive option but if anything went wrong your forces and the searching computer could be affected as well.

>Destroy the Rectangular Window.
>Destroy the Rose Window.
>Destroy the Promethium Deposits.
>Write in.

>>45535334
>>Destroy the Rectangular Window.
Hi Ax, what's up?

>>45535456
>Hi Ax, what's up?
Hey anon, doing fine, somewhat stressed over exams and projects but I'm doing better than expected, that's why I could afford to run the quest today! How about you?

>>45535465
I'm alright. Classes are pretty busy here too. I'm glad you're doing well though.

>>45535334
>>Destroy the Rectangular Window.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>45535515
Since 15 minutes have already passed and there aren't any other votes I'll go with yours. Roll 1d100 to see how well it goes, I will roll too and go with the highest roll.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>45535536

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>45535536
second guy Rollin

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>>45535551
Well of course, a fucking +90 roll. Writing now.

>>45535334
>Destroy the Rectangular Window.

Not wanting to lose any more time you raise your heavy weapon and see the rest of your warriors activate their magnetic soles or hang onto a solid and static object like a pipe. Around you there is the sound of the incoming enemies, the breathing of your companions and on your back the fan of the computer whirls and spins quick and loudly as its processors heat to find your holy ship yet none of those sounds could ever distract or bother your aim.

A second later a thick stream of photonic energy forms from the barrel of your Lascanon and flies towards the nearby window, its holy light seems to be touched by the Omnissiah itself as it advances with such power and intensity that the instant it touches the surface of the thick and dense window it manages to perforate and drill a near perfect circular hole. Slowly the newly created hole of molten crystal starts to create enough tension on its surface to generate fissures that soon enough turn into enormous cracks. The instant the atmosphere destabilizes the entire window shatters into a million pieces and creates a gaping maw that proceeds to devour everything on its wake.

"What the fuuuu...." Can be heard from the hideout of the paranoid survivor before all the air escapes and makes any vocal communication impossible. Surely inside of the Cathedral all the alarms have activated and are now driving him even more paranoid and crazy.

>>45535880
A red light covers the entire area you are in and several near doors close for safety sealing you all inside. You use your wings as hard as you can to stay inside but once all the air runs out they become useless, you spin wildly but then manage to grab onto a ventilation shaft and sink your clawed and mechanic fingers to stay as secure as you could.

As if they were little more than rag-dolls all those Possessed men and women proceed to be absorbed by the void, condemned to float for eternity in the Geostationary orbit of the Forge World. Then, some massive pistons activate and push a thick adamantium panel onto where once the Window stood to create a perfect seal, the ventilation system then works hard to pump the room with enough air to create a new atmosphere and shortly afterwards after checking that everything was correct the sealed doors opened again.

You descended to the ground and looked around, all your warriors were alive if somewhat sore from the sudden pull that they had suffered. Their muscles would be tired and maybe somewhat strained but that was nothing compared with continuing alive.

"We should return to the Cathedral and kill that fucker!" Screams one of the survivors, you don't know if it is a Techpriest or a Nox Vox warrior.

>Agree. Go and punish that man, he has to pay for what he has done and doesn't deserves hiding in such holy ground.
>Intercede. He's just a paranoid survivor, even if what he did was wrong he didn't had malevolent intentions. He has suffered enough, leave him alone.
>Let them decide, you couldn't care more for the life of a merchant that you don't even know about.
>Write in.

>>45535892
>Let them decide, you couldn't care more for the life of a merchant that you don't even know about.
Just point out the longer we tarry the more likely we will be found again.

>>45535892
Supporting >>45535941

>>45535892
There were seven survivors...

>Rolled 1
Killing him
>Rolled 2
Sparing him

Rolled 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1 = 11 (7d2)

>>45536000
shit, fucked up with the dice

Something has happened guys, today's quest isn't cancelled but I need to do some urgent and sudden chores that will take me some time, please bump the thread if necessary! Sorry about this.

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>>45536164
Sure thing boss

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>>45536164
'kay.

>>45535892
>Let them decide, you couldn't care more for the life of a merchant that you don't even know about.

Of the seven survivors two different opinions quickly arose, about half of them wanted to go and kill the survivor out of pure spite, they were bitter and simply wanted somebody to pay for all the frustration and despair that had been lately accumulating on their damaged souls, the other bigger half knew that killing him wouldn't change nor solve anything and would be wasting their precious time, a massive space battle was developing around them in this instant and the sooner they managed to make contact the bigger their survival chances would be. At the end, even if your first intention was to not participate in their debate you ended placing your opinion.

"The more time we waste the more time the remaining Possessed ones will have to find us again, lets see if the cogitator has managed to get the direction of my Ship from the Database."

The three that wanted to kill him ended agreeing with you after a while albeit somewhat forcefully and they too joined with expectancy the results from the Computer. As you all loomed over the screen the following message blinked.

>>45536789

"1 RESULT FOUND. LUX ILLUSTRANIS INVENTIONIS STATIONED IN DOCK SIGMA-NUMA 513 LOCATED IN BAY 73. PRINT RESULTS? Y/N"

After pressing the "Y" rune a slow yet steady print of scroll paper started to form from an attached servoskull printer with the location of your ship and even a map of how to reach such place. When it was done you ripped the paper and thanked the machine spirit of both the cogitator and the printer for their good work.

During the following forty minutes you all proceeded to stride with haste towards your awaited destination, most of the times your advance goes in a steady rhythm but in some occasions there are entire locked areas or corridors, massive obstacles or the presence of enemies that make you all have to turn around and search for an alternative route. Still, your esprit is unbroken and your will unstoppable, at the end and with the sweat covering your faces you manage to reach the door that connects your ship with the rest of the Station. Just as you are about to enter an ominous surrounding voice comes from the vox-casters of the room.

"Stop right there and identify those who wish to enter inside!"

>Identify yourself, this is your ship after all. This couldn't work thought as the survivors inside might not be your Skitarii and Techpriest but people from outside the Cult.
>This is your ship, use a binary overriding code to force it to open even if they don't wish so. Enter into your belonging.
>Back off and try to hide into somewhere out of their reach of sight. Try to hack the cameras all the way into your ship and identify who are the ones who asked.
>Write in.

>>45536802
>>This is your ship, use a binary overriding code to force it to open even if they don't wish so. Enter into your belonging.

>>45536366
>>45536718
Thanks for the help guys!

>>45536802
>>Identify yourself, this is your ship after all. This couldn't work thought as the survivors inside might not be your Skitarii and Techpriest but people from outside the Cult.

We need a winning vote. Another five minutes to choose, otherwise I will do a dice roll.

>>45536000
I thought there were around 30?

Or are the other 23 the ones who ran away during our fight with the necron lord?

>>45536802
>Identify yourself, this is your ship after all. This couldn't work thought as the survivors inside might not be your Skitarii and Techpriest but people from outside the Cult.

>>45537075
Oh yeah, I had the same question on the last thread but couldn't answer it due to being asleep at the time. I answered it on twitter and also included it on the brief summary of the OP.

> for starters the group of survivors that had managed to escape while you were dueling the Necron Lord where now nowhere to be found

>>45536802
>Identify yourself, this is your ship after all. This couldn't work thought as the survivors inside might not be your Skitarii and Techpriest but people from outside the Cult.

"I am Heracor Nahive, Magos Errant and lord of this ship that you are now invading, the Lux Illustranis Inventionis it's mine. I know you have suffered but trust me that it will be nothing in comparison with the hell that I will unleash on you if you keep illegally residing on my property..."

Afterwards you got as upright as you could and extended your six wings to their full length while you rested your Thermolance on the ground and made it spew cerulean flames and raised your shield to let its cracked yet imposing surface become as visible as possible. On the other side the sudden noise of conflicting voices and even an untelligible scream or two proceeded, then the radio contact between you and them ceased and static occupied its place. Shortly afterwards the doors proceeded to open and gave you and your team free way. You relaxed your muscles and returned to your usual somewhat gaunt stance as you advanced towards the interior.

As you entered you saw many different faces, most were completely unknown to you and by their lack of bionics were from civilians, merchants or other crewsmembers, the second biggest group was formed by Techpriests and among them there were some faces that you recognized from your time on the ship while you came to this dammed planet and finally the ones that you best identified were the survivors that managed to escape while you were dueling the Necron leader. A mix of fear and admiration was reflected on their faces, they didn't knew what was going on and the only certain thing that they knew was that their time could be very nigh.

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>>45537482

"Why isn't this ship participating in the combat? Are you all a group of cowards or what?" You said frustrated.

"The Engines have been completely destroyed by the Necrons. They selectively destroyed all the unused docks and the locomotion of all the already stationed ships. If it were operable a group of servitors and techpriests could aid the Navy by refueling and replenishing their ammo from time to time but that's an impossibility now. There is no way in or out...all we did was think how would you have reacted to such event and we took as many refugees as we could." Answered one of your original crew-members.

"What about the Communication center, is it operable?" You said, feeling how the frustration and stress turned into a slowly developing migraine.

"We tried that too, we don't know any of the military communication codes and we have been thus rejected from all the frequencies. They have even told us that our meddling could be considered treason and that they would send their torpedoes in our direction if we invaded their frequencies once more."

"For the Emperor's sake..." You muttered, even more frustrated.

There has to be a solution somewhere out there...

>The Weapons of your ship might be untouched, assign the survivors along with the techpriests to those and shoot as many Necron Ships as you can. Maybe that way the Navy will be more helpful and accept a hearing.
>The collar that the Inquisition gave you was linked with the Bio-host satellites that they used, try to see if you can connect with those and use them as a way to contacting with the Inquisitiorial ship that could or could not be around.
>Go to the Engines, see if there is any kind of salvation for those. In case there isn't gather all the Techpriests in an emergency meeting and ask them if by savaging the rests of the docked ships there could be a way of repairing the engines.
>Write in.

>>45537504
>The collar that the Inquisition gave you was linked with the Bio-host satellites that they used, try to see if you can connect with those and use them as a way to contacting with the Inquisitiorial ship that could or could not be around.

>>45537504
>>The collar that the Inquisition gave you was linked with the Bio-host satellites that they used, try to see if you can connect with those and use them as a way to contacting with the Inquisitiorial ship that could or could not be around.

>>45537504
>The collar that the Inquisition gave you was linked with the Bio-host satellites that they used, try to see if you can connect with those and use them as a way to contacting with the Inquisitiorial ship that could or could not be around.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>45537504
Alright, hacking and screwing with the collar it is. I'll need three 1d100 rolls to see how it goes. I'll roll too.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>45537612
l-lewd dice

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>45537612

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>45537612
IT IS I, SALT
YOU DEMANDED ROLLS MY LORD?

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>45537612

Holy shit, how many people all of the sudden. It's things like this that make me think that spending my time in here its worth it! All you fuckers had super good rolls fuck you all, except >>45537631 your roll was shitty and I thank you for that. It's hard being grimm when the protagonist excels in pretty much every action that he makes, please keep rolling low

>>45537692

But my lord, You demanded rolls. ;-;
I didn't get to pick the worse options, I just got offwork. Theses rolls should've been to pew pewing a Nercon fleet.

Sorry guys, the next message is getting pretty long. Phew, I simply don't know where to stop and place some options.

>>45537504
>The collar that the Inquisition gave you was linked with the Bio-host satellites that they used, try to see if you can connect with those and use them as a way to contacting with the Inquisitiorial ship that could or could not be around.

As your cold metallic claws grasp around your neck and grab the collar you feel a shudder and a cold shiver, even if it isn't more than a GPS and data collecting collar you feel like it is worth more due to its belonging to the holy and mighty Inquisition. With a quick pulling movement you took it out and felt a sudden pain as the needles that it had and were the ones responsible of analyzing all your internal parameters were suddenly absent. Some drops of your black blood fell to the ground but your accelerated healing quickly closed and scarred those into nigh invisible marks.

Now that it was away from your flesh you felt kind of naked in a strange sense. You didn't mattered to give much importance to that collar until now but it made you feel safe in a sense, you knew that if anything happened the Inquisition would knew it and they would come into your aid, and now a month later here they are along with the Imperial Navy.

The collar itself was a strip of black leather that had been attached several strange artifacts that analyzed you, some of them had small needles on the interior to bore into your body and better do their work while others didn't had anything or had other even more strange analyzers. The people around were very helpful as they were incredibly glad for they help that you had given them so far and had an incredible respect for you due to being the leader. With their help you were quickly able to analyze the different parts and detect which part was the one responsible of turning all that gathered data into a signal that was later transmitted into the Satellites and afterwards into the far away Inquisition.

>>45538393

Due to how exotic the collar was the construction of a somewhat jury-rigged connector was necessary to be able to link the collar with a communication beacon. According to one of the Radio operators there was indeed a frequency linked with the collar but it was so hidden and well protected that making contact with them would be nigh-impossible.

After checking it out with them and arguing for hours it was all settled and a ritual was made to turn such thing into a reality. In the core of the Communication-Center the many operators worked hard trying to find that frequency, hack its firewalls and decrypt its codes. To do so a mind-pact was created.

A mind-pact is a secret among the Cult, it is a way of connecting oneself with a machine into a personal and unique manner, to the point of being oneself with the machinery that you connect to. If you connect to a computer your brain power will be added to its own processing power and increase slightly but if done with hundreds of people a normal computer could turn into a superprocessor capable of doing even the most complex calculations. It is kept a secret because of how scarring it can be for both the ones who are connected and the poor souls that witness it from the other side.

Only in the most dires of the situations it is employed and for a good reason. Not everybody is able to survive the process, some are so burned by it that have their life expectancy shortened, become catatonic or comatose or simply die and have their minds trapped into the machine in the form of ghost-code.

>>45538414

In this time everybody wanted to cling to the smallest chance of survival and thus all the surrounding techpriests with the exception of yourself and the radio operators interconnected between each other and finally with the Radio beacon. With the hundreds of newly added minds the machine gained several terabytes of processing power, the ones who weren't from the cult and couldn't thus connect were given an equally stressing and hard task, taking care of the machine and those who were connected.

If you are connected you become little more than another bit of Random Access Memory, 99,9999% of your brain power is directed to the machine and thus you have little to no control over your body, some piss and defecate themselves but in the worst cases some are so absorbed that they stop breathing and end dying of asphyxiation. Another side effect of this dangerous techno-ritual is that the newly acquired processing power can overstimulate the internal elements of the augmented machine and this can turn into fires caused by overclocking, the only solution to this is having people with extinguishers ready for it is impossible to calculate when will it happen if it does.

When everybody is connected their bodies fall to the ground and their eyes turn white, not because they are rolled back but due to their irises being impossible to see from how fast are they moving due to a byproduct of the massive streams of data that their brains are now working with. The room where you and the Radio are located starts to get more and more hot as the machine gains in temperature along with RAM power. From the speakers static starts to burst but after a while you manage to see that it isn't random noise but the gibberish formed by all their minds and thoughts being spoken all at the same time. After a while the radio techpriests manage to mute that disturbing sound and manage to contact with the Inquisition.

>>45538437

"By degree of the Holy Inquisition this is a ship of the Ordo Malleus I don't know how in the Empyrean have you been able to contact this private channel but you better cease doing so or you will wish being dead! We already have your position and all our weapon batteries are aiming at your ship!" It was obvious that the radio operator on the other side was incredibly furious, it wasn't used to being hacked and such experience was incredibly infuriating for him.

"I am Magos Heracor Nahive, I wish to speak with Inquisitor Iantorus." You answered with your mechanical voice in the most calm tone as you could.

"How..." His anger suddenly disappeared as he heard the name of his boss and lord. It wasn't long until the own Inquisitor made his appearance.

"Heracor, we thought your were dead for good. I guess the Grimm lady isn't ready to dance with you yet, trust me, I know what I'm talking about, I have rejected many tangos with her already." It was surprising how calm he seemed about all this.

"We need to meet and talk, I have vital information about what happened and what will happen."

After you said that several loud crashes were heard and two heavily armored hands ripped away the door of the room you were at. Two Grey-Knight clad in terminator armor made their way into the room and aimed their storm-bolters at you and the radio operator techpriests.

"Come with us." They simply said over their fear inducing vox-grills.

>"Who are you, where are you taking me?"
>"And what then? Will I meet the Inquisitor? I have to finish the mission that he gave me."
>Comply and go with them.
>Write in.

>>45538459
>"Who are you, where are you taking me?"
I hope you will forgive me if I do not trust blindly, it's saved my life before to ask questions.

>>45538459
>"I assume you're with Inquisitor Iantorus, correct? I'd rather fix the ship's engines first, if that's not too much trouble."

>>45538459
>Who are you, where are you taking me we have a mission going on.

>>45538459
>"Who are you, where are you taking me?"

"I am battle brother Gadriel; adopted son of the Emperor, bane of Daemons and protector of Loyal humans. The place we are going to is disclosed and the greatest secret that it is currently held in this System. You will come for us on your own accord or by the force, comply now or regret it later." His voice was rough yet diplomatic and sincere, even if you couldn't see his face it sounded as if he had screamed hundreds of time in the face of Death itself and then prayed in the humblest of the mumbles.

>"I assume you're with Inquisitor Iantorus, correct? I'd rather fix the ship's engines first, if that's not too much trouble."

"Other tasks are of more urgency now. You and only you have to meet with the Inquisitor, there is no time to waste. Afterwards if you comply we might give you the aid of your Techmarines for this ship could become a great aid in the battle that it is currently developing."

>>45539341

Afterwards his eyes shinned with a intense pure white light that was brightly visible even under the dark blue lens of his helmet. A strange entangling tendril of light formed from the thin air and trapped you under its grasp, it held you impossibly tight and no matter how hard you pushed the mechanical muscles of your arms and body it wouldn't bulge in the minimum. Now that you had the Necron designed fake soul possessing your body you were vulnerable to psychic powers and wizardry. That coil of light didn't only trapped you but it also elevated you and made you float above the ground, nullifying any chance of running away. The only thing that you could ever do was mentally deactivating the Anima chip and hoping that your suddenly regained Pariah anti-soul were strong enough to break those light binding but as soon as that idea popped on your mind a mighty and roaring voice boomed inside of your head "D͈̗͈̲̝̲̩͝O̬N̞̪̲̥͡T͕͉̣̮̩ͅͅ ͔͓͉͔̬͎Ę̲̪͖V̥͈E̼̤͚Ṇ̦̲̬́ ̹T̜̮̳̲̕ͅH̢I̤̠̥̦̩͖̼N͖̻͓K̘͇͡ ̥͡ABÒ̜͍͈̥̪̹U̥̳̲̦͉͓T ͍̘͖͎͇͚I̠T̠̱.̫̞̝͚ͅ.̼.̦̟̖̲͢ͅ"

It sounded like the same voice of Gadriel yet it wasn't distorted by its vox-grill. It didn't had trapped you but also infiltrated inside your mind and was now searching for any stain of heresy or treachery. Unable to escape at all you simply silently awaited your fate. As you were being tucked away you saw how those Grey-Knights walked without barely moving away to avoid the lying bodies that were now connected, in more than one occasion they even stepped on them and completely crushed their heads, torsos or limbs in irreparable ways, they didn't did it on malicious purposes, they simply didn't had any time to lose and wouldn't let those bodies become an obstacle. They were far above humanity and right now they stepped on those persons like a kid stomps on an insect.

>>45539372

Afterwards you were taken to a sealed cage that was later transported to their ship that afterwards flew across the open void towards where the Inquisitiorial voidship was located. Such place seemed to have some kind of psychical ward on it as everything inside seemed to be confusing and strange, sometimes a minute inside the cage felt like an eternity and then what were surely hours were as fast as a milisecond, since all was darkness soon enough your spatial senses were also affected and you wen't as far as not being sure what left, right, up and down meant anymore. All you could see was darkness and nothing that you felt seemed to be true. It was maddening in a sense. The instant that the cage opened and you were thrown in front of the Inquisitor all the rules and laws of nature seemed to return to you all at once in such a violent way that you ended vomiting heavily.

"That is a Zelonian rug of two thousands years Heracor; Zelonia doesn't exists anymore and that can possibly be the last rug of its kind. Show some manners!" It was incredibly angering how calm he seemed. "We all thought that you were dead and we are greatly pleased to be shown how wrong we were. I'm all hears, should we expect a massive Daemonic invasion?"

>"No, it was all created by the Necrons, they want to return to their old flesh bodies and to do so they created the anima chips. They wanted to test them with soulless humans to see if they could create a fake soul on them before trying it on themselves. I'm the living proof of their success."
>"Not Daemonic but an Alien one, the Necrons are planning a Galactic genocide that will start on this forge world. We have to stop them right now!"
>"No, no...Look there is a orange mist on the planet that causes accelerated aging and will kill anybody who descends there unprotected will die in mere seconds! I know that there are drop-pods falling, we have to stop that at once!"
>Write in.

>>45539395
>>"No, it was all created by the Necrons, they want to return to their old flesh bodies and to do so they created the anima chips. They wanted to test them with soulless humans to see if they could create a fake soul on them before trying it on themselves. I'm the living proof of their success."
My "parents" if you call them that wanted to bring me into the Necron fold. They're dead now. However Hellenica left behind a compound that will kill any organic matter on the planet. Anyone with unsealed armor will die. It's heavy though so the high places are safe.

>>45539395
Voting this >>45539474

I couldn't pick the shit option now if I wanted too. Too deep

>>45539395
>"No, it was all created by the Necrons, they want to return to their old flesh bodies and to do so they created the anima chips. They wanted to test them with soulless humans to see if they could create a fake soul on them before trying it on themselves. I'm the living proof of their success."
>"So expect the Ordo Xeno to get involved soon if they aren't already. Especially since there is one among them that is called 'The Silent King'."
>"They also created a new form of exterminatus meant to kill all life while leaving infrastructure behind, if that interests you. It's what that orange mist is."

>>45539395
>"No, it was all created by the Necrons, they want to return to their old flesh bodies and to do so they created the anima chips. They wanted to test them with soulless humans to see if they could create a fake soul on them before trying it on themselves. I'm the living proof of their success."

The sarcophagus in where the decrepit body of the Inquisitor stood advanced with its mechanical spidery legs towards you.

"Well, that would technically make you xeno-technology. I'm I recall correctly according to the Mechanicus dogma you would be a Heretek...if a very novice one at it. Sins are an intangible yet heritable thing, you have inherited the sins of your fathers as they created you with non-pure purposes, there had been always something deeply wrong with you and now that you know how big it is all you can do is repay for your sins until the end of your days. You have dodged death with a lot of grace so far, trust me, I know what I am talking about for she an I have a dance that has been delayed for years but still, my duty is something more important than my own life and thus I will continue fighting for what it is worth until my body cannot contains the hatred that I feel for anything Daemonical. I as an Inquisitor was given a burden that has been weighting me down for centuries but I know that each days that passes I will be closer to repaying the Emperor for all that he has done for me...you have a burden too and so far you have been doing an excellent work with repaying for all the sins that you were born with...What I'm trying to say is that from now own it will all go downhill and will be incredibly difficult. Are you ready to affront those who made you what you are and a Galaxy that will throw everything that it can at you?"

>>45540498

Such words filled you with a mix of several feelings, despair, hope, determination and hatred.

"Yes, yes I am. I am a warrior of the Omnissiah and I will defend its sacred laws from anything that dares to taint it, be it Daemonic, Heretical or Alien. I was created by tratitors and no matter how much I fight and how much I avenge nothing will repay that... all that I can do now is fight and fight and hope that he forgives me on the other side and allows me to enter his Golden Heavenly gates."

You knew it now. You were a monster, created to be soulless and studied by aliens. You were thrown against a violent galaxy and managed to fight your way back each time. Now that you knew and realized how truly monstrous you were all you could do was continue what you had been doing so far and keep fighting until the end of your days. For that's what humans do, they keep moving no matter what.

You stood up and handed the Inquisitor the Holotapes that you had gotten from the Academy in Aquacadens city.

"Here it is all the necessary information to create the Pariah clones and the chips that gives them souls."

The Inquisitor in front of you fought daemons but there was one that he couldn't affront, it was your inner daemons, the sentiment of guilt and self-hatred that had been devouring you for a long time. After giving him the holotapes you felt how part of your infinite burden disappeared and was substituted with pride.

>>45540529

>"They also created a new form of exterminatus meant to kill all life while leaving infrastructure behind, if that interests you. It's what that orange mist is."

"I see, I have been spying several radio messages around and there are many coming from Imperial units that suddenly die, at first we thought that it was enemy fire but this new information is the missing piece that we required. Have you gotten any data about this new form of Exterminatus?"

"Sadly I didn't, the one who created it died at my hands."

"Do you know where the body is?"

"I do lord Inquisitor."

"We need it back, the Biologis will somehow be able to take that information out of her brain!"

>"Inquisitor, you are from the Ordo Malleus, shouldn't the Ordos Xenos get involved? The Necrons are gathering forces on the planet and are lead by someone called Szarekh who also calls himself the 'The Silent King'."

Before he could answer the Grey-Knight Terminator stepped and interrupted the conversation.

"We knew the about the presence of Necron aliens due to their ships on high orbit but we had the slim chance of them being present to combat the possible worldwide Daemonic invasion. Now that we know that their presence is of invasive nature and that there isn't anything Daemonic present we will leave this system at once for we have nothing to pertain with Aliens."

"B-but you are warriors of the Emperor! Should you fight the enemies of humanity?"

>>45540555

"Heracor..." The Inqusitor said. "It's better this way, their presence would end being more negative than positive, each one of these Knights is so secret and valuable that we cannot use them in this occasion for their loss would be way too big and anybody who witnessed them would require to be executed for being revealed of such secret. The Salamanders Chapter is here we will inform them of the Mist and they will inform the rest of the Navy about it. Worry not."

After and awkward silence the Grey-Knight left and so did the rest of his battle-brothers. It seemed that without them the victory for your planet was now more distant than ever.

"What will happen now?" You asked, feeling confused.

"We will analyze the data that you have give us while you pass a medical exam and rest. Feel free to ask any favor, I'll do anything that it is at my reach."

>"Send your best servitors, workers and techpriests towards my ship. I want it to be operable as soon as possible."
>"Gather all the survivors of the Station into a voidship and take them far away into safety."
>"I want to see the analyzed data with your team."
>Write in

>>45540579
>>"Gather all the survivors of the Station into a voidship and take them far away into safety."
After mindscrubbing them if you feel the need, obviously.

If you wish my help analyzing the data you have but to ask, if not, I will repair my ship so that It many strike at the xenos filth.

>>45540579
>Send your best servitors, workers and techpriests towards my ship it must be fully operational once more.

Mind-scrub of course if need be.

>>45540579
>>"Send your best servitors, workers and techpriests towards my ship. I want it to be operable as soon as possible."

>>45540579
>"Gather all the survivors of the Station into a voidship and take them far away into safety."
>"Send your best servitors, workers and techpriests towards my ship it must be fully operational once more."

The Inquisitor seemed to ponder and then agreed.

"Those men and women have survived all the hardships that such an invasion has caused, they have hardy spirits and that is what the Imperium needs. They will be Mind-scrubbed and sent onto the same ship that the Grey-Knights will take, the most fit and intelligent ones will be turned into their serfs while the rest will have to find their own way onto the first planet we leave them into. You did a good work Heracor, well done."

You nodded and bowed at him.

"About your ship, we will make it be alive once more but It might take weeks if not months. A current warzone isn't the ideal place to do such delicate and hard reparations."

"I understand it, I trust you Iantorus and I believe that your workers will be able to do marvels."

Afterwards a group of nurses accompanied by a servitor came and gently asked you to go with them. It wasn't until the Inquisitor said good-bye and bowed too that you moved and agreed to their instructions.

The medical exam was pretty quick and efficient as the instrumentality was advanced and sophisticate besides there wasn't any true damage on your body, only mild dehydration and malnutrition and a overall lack of sleep and rest. All they ended doing to you was ordering you to rest and to eat several vitamins and proteins to regulate your food intake.

You were given an ample bed that could accommodate all of your body and ordered to sleep as much as you could. It all seemed way too good, you were now safe and you managed to save hundreds of people, you were a hero but still it wouldn't be until this was all over that you would truly feel calm. Still, the medicaments that you were given made you feel all sleepy and tired, soon you feel completely asleep.

>>45541630

>CURRENT ANIMA: OIHAN ALZADOR

A great shake threw you against the floor as one Gauss energy beam pierced across the Void Shields and the hull of the ship you were in as if it were paper thin. You were the Comissar of the 934th Micerian Spitfires and it was now time to take your men down below and destroy all those dammed robo-skeletons for once. By snapping the fingers of your power-fist covered hand you managed to get the attention of a near Vox-caster and used his transreceiver to inform everybody that they had to go to the Hangar 4 and take the nearest ship that went down.

"And anyone that isn't there in the next five minutes will be executed for being late!" You screamed before sending that poor radio operator towards the door of one of the transports. You would be the last one that would go down with them but the first one on the lines and the voice that commands their lasguns.

One by one several transport ships took off carrying about a hundred of guardsmen. After at least twenty of those transports descended you another vox-caster guardsman came quickly and gave you an important message.

"Comissar Oihan, the Salamanders have informed that there is a poisonous gas on the planet that kills on contact! We cannot descend until it has been taken care of!"

You became incredibly angered but the poor messenger didn't had the fault of it. You were mostly angered for having sent about 2000 persons to their deaths before they could even kill an enemy.

Shortly afterwards from the same trans-receiver another new message came.

"We are also informed that water nullifies the properties of the gas and turns it inert. We have to get water in massive quantities!"

“Telematha is a dry world…No water will come unless we launch a comet…” Said another voice, you recognized that it was the voice of the Ship's Navigator.

"Is that so?" You say after grabbing the microphone.

>>45541659
Not long after your snarky remark they all agree to meet you in an emergency meeting.

"There is an asteroid belt not very far away, there are several delerict mining ships on orbit with equipment to mine Asteroids. We only have to find one made from ice and big enough to be launched towards the planet, it will then burn in the atmosphere and fall like rain thus cleaning all the toxic gas!"

"That's madness! We should take you towards a martial court for making us waste our time in the middle of a space combat!" Said the Navigator, you were secretly sure that he had some hatred for you because you rejected his indecent proposals.

"It is possible thought, in theory at least and the meteoroids are close enough to be launched in. With the combined force of several ships it could be accelerated enough." Said a Magos.

"And while we push the rock we will be completely exposed to enemy fire!" Added a Navy General.

"What if we break those onto small enough rocks so we can independently push them?" You said trying to force your ideas onto them.

Suddenly a screen turned on and on it the face of a Salamander Space Marine appeared, you didn't knew his rank but looking at his insignia and how decorated his armor was he seemed to be of a very high ranking.

"The planetary cities have to be as least damaged as possible, we cannot use orbital ordnance or Exterminatus. With this gas anybody with a full suit of protected armor will perish, we have contacted the Korps of Krieg and they are on the way but meanwhile we cannot simply wait and see how the Enemy numbers increase, we cannot either equip each guardsman with a full suit of environmental armor either. This is the only possible option...."

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Sorry guys, I wanted to go further but I'm hella tired already, I'm also sorry because today I have few choices and lots of walls of texts. I was simply way too inspired and I didn't knew when to stop...

As usual 30 minutes of questions before I go to bed.

>Archive
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=NHQ97

>>45541746
Night Axsisel, Be safe!

>>45541746
>today I have *GIVEN* few choices and lots of walls of texts.

My mind is quicker than my fingers and I usually forget a word or two. I should work on that...

>>45541746
thanks for running SO how pissed are the navy at Oihan?

>>45541746
Thanks for running Ax!

>>45541906
>SO how pissed are the navy at Oihan?
Well Imagine that a woman who doesn't has a driving license is asking you and some other to push blocks of ice with the frontside of your beautiful and super expensive car while some other vehicles made from gauss and rape are meanwhile trying to shoot you down. Now change cars for Frigates, Cruisers and Battle-Barge and you can understand why they are so fucking pissed.

>>45541906
>>45541921
Thanks to you!

>>45541630
>"Those men and women have survived all the hardships that such an invasion has caused, they have hardy spirits and that is what the Imperium needs. They will be Mind-scrubbed and sent onto the same ship that the Grey-Knights will take, the most fit and intelligent ones will be turned into their serfs while the rest will have to find their own way onto the first planet we leave them into. You did a good work Heracor, well done."

Can we keep YCS-88?
We need a new Skitarii commander.

>>45542046
>Can we keep YCS-88?
Seems like you really like and care about her. I'll think of something to make her stay, don't worry. If she ends turning into a more important character I'll also make her less generic and give her a better description and personality.

>>45542117
I dunno, poor bullied skitarius, then we gave the whole "everything's gonna be alright" speech to make her feel better then everyone died. Kinda feel responsible.