>>2401253
Before being deployed as a law enforcer, you also recieved a crash course on:
>Offence. You know that the best defence is a good, direct, brutish offence. Sometimes, a good punch to the gut is more convincing than a long winded argument with a citizen.
>Finesse. You know that learning analising your opponent and making sure that you have a plan for each and every one of them is the best option.
>Defence. The suburbs you were in weren't exactly the nicest place around, and as a law enforcer it was often best to keep yourself alive in a fight just to be ready for the next one.

You also have a trusty weapon for self-defence, just in case some unwelcome guest barges into your house:
>A truncheon from the academy. A stick will do the trick.
>A solid projectile revolver. The farther away an enemy is from you, the more likely you are to not suffer extreme injury.

Some rules:
>This quest will basically use a under 1d100 system, with different dice for damage.
>It uses the Only War system for the most part, modified if fun/cool factor gains enough weight.
>The QM posting rate will be 1-2 per day most of the time. More if I feel like procrastinating.
>Votes count until the next post arrives, no definite time set, but usually a bunch of hours will pass between one post and another. That's plenty of time to put in a vote.
>Why so slow? I don't want the QM curse to devour me, and I'd like to work on the finer details in this quest. I'm also learning the Only War system, so most posts will take a long while to prepare.
>If I don't post for a day, it's usually gonna come with a warning. If no warning comes, something came up and I couldn't find the time to post, I hope it won't happen though.
>Usually, the move that will make you not get hurt is the better move.
>Character sheet will be available.

>>2401253
>Guns
Melee is too obvious.

>>2401255
>Finesse
>Projectile rifle

>>2401253
>Guns. You're not the best shot around, but you know that a fight is usually won at a range, with guns. You're hoping to learn more about them in the future.
>Offence. You know that the best defence is a good, direct, brutish offence. Sometimes, a good punch to the gut is more convincing than a long winded argument with a citizen.
>A solid projectile revolver. The farther away an enemy is from you, the more likely you are to not suffer extreme injury.

>>2401253
>Guns. You're not the best shot around, but you know that a fight is usually won at a range, with guns. You're hoping to learn more about them in the future.

>Defence. The suburbs you were in weren't exactly the nicest place around, and as a law enforcer it was often best to keep yourself alive in a fight just to be ready for the next one.

>A solid projectile revolver. The farther away an enemy is from you, the more likely you are to not suffer extreme injury

Guardsman has the life expectancy of flies and expected to hold the line for as long as possible.

>>2401253
>Guns. You're not the best shot around, but you know that a fight is usually won at a range, with guns. You're hoping to learn more about them in the future

>>2401255
>Offence. You know that the best defence is a good, direct, brutish offence. Sometimes, a good punch to the gut is more convincing than a long winded argument with a citizen.
>A solid projectile revolver. The farther away an enemy is from you, the more likely you are to not suffer extreme injury.
Gunslinger guard quest

>>2401255
>Guns
>Finesse
>Solid projectile

>>2401253
>Guns.
>Defense
>A solid projectile revolver.

>Guns
>Finesse
>Solid projectile

Has to be guns. We're not a space marine.

>>2401255
>Guns
Torn between defense and finesse. Think I'll go with finesse, has a wider range of uses if I had to make a vague guess.
>Finesse
>Revolver

>>2401253
Melee weapons. Never underestimate the gun running at you with a shot prod and a heavy ballistic shield. Deus Vult!

Offense. A good preemptive strike before the fight can end it just as it begins.

>>2401255
truncheon. simple and reliable.

Vote recount time, update will come when I finish writing.

>>2401259
>>2401281
>>2401329
>>2401417
>>2401456
>>2401474
>>2401595
>>2401694
>Guns

>>2401824
>Melee Weapons


>>2401264
>>2401456
>>2401595
>>2401694
>Finesse

>>2401281
>>2401423
>>2401824
>Offence

>>2401329
>>2401474
>Defence


>>2401694
>>2401595
>>2401474
>>2401456
>>2401423
>>2401329
>>2401281
>>2401264
>Revolver

>>2401825
>Truncheon

>>2402089
You've spent a good part of your early youth practicing with guns, mostly your family's old revolver that they so graciously gave to you when you left home. It's an old bastard, but it's the most reliable piece of work you've ever had the chance to witness, it nearly never jams, you're actually having a hard time remembering when it jammed for the last time. It's not the deadliest piece of work though, more of a deterrent really, and its reload is painfully slow, you should've bought the speedloader instead of leaving it for later every day.

It's not like the local law enforcement forces had much better equipment. You remember having to plan out every single detail of a raid against underground mafias with fellow law enforcers because of a lack of actual weaponry. Every single shot counted, and you made them count, as even bullets were scarce in your department, some higher up must've had some beef with your chief.

Gained Finesse Aptitude: Your careful planning and cautiousness saves up quite a deal of ammo and lives. You stick by this value.
Gained the Quick Draw Talent: Drawing weapons in battle is now a free action!
Gained a leather belt and a leather holster: Handcrafted by your mother and grandmother.
Gained a Stub Revolver: This old trusty revolver is the most reliable thing you know, but it doesn't pack much firepower.
Gained 24 Revolver Bullets

As you give a final clean and check to your old revolver, you remember your days back in the family ranch, taking care of cattle and other strenuous physical activities. This life is less likely to destroy your back and more likely to kill you in an instant, but at least you don't have to spend hours under the scorching sun of the Kirograv grasslands anymore, lugging grain and dung around.

>>2402124
A knock is heard on your door. You load up the old thing with bullets and keep it in your belt's leather holster, mother's final gift before you left the ranch. You check who's outside through the door sight, sure enough, it's a PDF soldier clad in flak armor and helmet.

You open the door. "Yes? Is there something I can help you with?"

"Hello citizen, I am here to inform you that the PDF has issued a state of emergency across the city. All locals must report to a local PDF tent and inform of their skills to the PDF Captain there present. You will afterwards be assigned to a militia squad led by a Sergeant and be issued weaponry and armor."

The man keeps a steady position, he's large and strong, but not as much as you. He does seem a bit afraid, as if wondering if he got the wrong house. Seeing that, you take a hand to your belt.

"I'm a member of the local law enforcement. Aren't I most needed with peacekeeping here in the city?" You ask. Maybe there's a way out of this mess.

"That's not for me to decide, citizen." The soldier seems to not balk under your pressure.

>Comply with the soldier's orders. You will talk with the Captain and see where he appoints you.
>Comply with the soldier's orders but ask him which Captain gives the drafted the best care. You think you'll need to convince him, as neighborhoods must have a specific Captain assigned to them and him telling you would count as insubordination. Your size might make this easier though.
>Try to coax some info out of him. Could he point you to a way out of this draft? You don't really know your way around words but your size may be enough to sway him.

>>2402127
>Comply with the soldier's orders. You will talk with the Captain and see where he appoints you.
It is better to die for the emperor, than to live for oneself.

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>>2402124
Forgot pic.

>>2402127
>>Comply with the soldier's orders. You will talk with the Captain and see where he appoints you.
A good soldier obeys without question. A good officer commands without doubt.

>>2402127
>>Comply with the soldier's orders. You will talk with the Captain and see where he appoints you.


This anything to do with the one run on /tg/ a while back?

>>2402124
Forgot to add:

Gained Weapon Training: Solid Projectile Pistol, you've trained with your revolver for years now. When you were a child your father taught you how to use most manners of pistols, and when you inherited you revolver you often practiced in the poor shooting range that your station had.

>>2402127
>Comply with the soldier's orders. You will talk with the Captain and see where he appoints you.
The Imperium has no mercy for the insubordinate.

>>2402127
>Comply with the soldier's orders. You will talk with the Captain and see where he appoints you.

Thought for the day:
Courage is the mastery of fear - not the absence of fear.

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>>2402124
>>2402127
>>2402138
>>2402163

>>2402127
>Comply with the soldier's orders. You will talk with the Captain and see where he appoints you.

Counting votes.

>>2402128
>>2402142
>>2402157
>>2402173
>>2402190
>>2402360
>Comply with the soldier's orders. You will talk with the Captain and see where he appoints you.

Damn, that's an unanimous decision.

>>2402504
You nod, giving up on your now somewhat heretical sounding thoughts. You wonder if this soldier would've reported you to the Ecchlesiarchy had you asked what you were thinking to ask. Emperor be praised, you didn't ask at all.

"Alright then, soldier. I'll accompany you to the nearest tent. Anything I should pick up before leaving?" You ask him.

"The kit that you will be given will have everything you need. You needn't worry, citizen."

"I can bring my revolver and clothing right?"

"Yes, I see no issue with it. Hopefully the Colonel won't either. Honestly, the more guns we get the better it'll be for us." You see the soldier relaxing, somewhat glad that you did not oppose his orders. You must be the first in a while that didn't beg or threaten to try to squeeze their way out of the draft.

As you accompany the soldier, you make up some more small talk, it seems he has warmed up to you. "So, will you be fighting with me then?" You ask.

"Who knows? You'd probably be a better squaddie than most of my current squadmates. As far as I know, the militia units will be separated from actual trained PDF for now, being kept as a reserve until you've recieved some training." As you go along, you see some more soldiers trying to convince able-bodied males and females to join up the draft. You're glad to see that they didn't just ring up the local Priest. That would've been a horrid sight, man's not one for mercy.

"How much time is that gonna be? The training, I mean."

"As long as we can hold the front, and let me tell you, with the reports we've recieved, that won't even be a day. We're cut off land wise, so we'll need to recieve support through ships. Bastards even stole some Hydra-, Anti-Air I mean, from the local PDF bases." The soldier starts to realize that he might be barking too much info, and shuts his mouth. You nod to him, a silent agreement that you won't tell anyone.

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>>2402571
You both finally get out of the apartment building, and after a short walk you reach a bunch of tents with long lines waiting for them. Emperor bless, it seems it wasn't necessary to bring out less advantaged people, most of the people you see here are somewhat fit youngsters. You notice an explosion of the khaki colour as well.

Most of the dressed militias have full gear, helmet and vest, you see some autoguns, some shotguns, and a whole bunch of pistols and lever-action rifles. The militias look at them oddly and explore every nook and cranny of their new, still unloaded, weapons. You see some lads with autopistols and you can tell they have no idea what they are doing with them.

"Here it is, pick the shortest line and wait, they'll all give you the same stuff anyhow." He comments. "I have to leave, a post in the front is waiting for me."

"These people don't even know where the trigger is." You tell him.

"Well, a day is enough time to find out where the trigger and safeties are, and how to reload. I hope their guns won't jam." He replies with a bit of a sigh. "At least the Emperor's on our side, eh?"

You nod in agreement, overlooking the rest of the soldiers, you see a few that seem to know what they are doing.

The soldier redresses his flak vest and helmet, you notice they're a bit small for a man his size. Stockpiles probably weren't ready for a large scale rebellion. He's ready to depart.

>You offer him a handshake and ask his name. You'd like to see this man again someday.
>You say goodbye to the soldier, and wish the Emperor's Blessings upon him.
>You take off to the nearest line and say goodbye with a wave.

Anyhow, I want you boys to give me a name for the protagonist along with a vote on the above decision.

>>2402157
Nope, I only lurk in /tg/

>>2402575
>You offer him a handshake and ask his name. You'd like to see this man again someday.
He seemed like a pleasant guy just doing his job.

>>2402575
>>You offer him a handshake and ask his name. You'd like to see this man again someday.
And after that
>You say goodbye to the soldier, and wish the Emperor's Blessings upon him.

>>2402579
What, no Lasguns, or are those for full imperium guardsman?

I wonder if the PDF have a few speed loaders and ammo for our revolver. Maybe even a scope (is that weird?) What's the caliber?

>>2402616
+1

Scratch that. If they have any weapons then I vote we get an autogun, but if we can get that then a shotgun, or bolt action rifle. Also a spare side arm.

>>2402672
I'd prefer a bolt action rifle over a shotgun, go full cowboy in the imperium wastes

>>2402677
I'd prefer to not get ripped apart by some Ork Yoof due to our aesthetic tastes. Let's put not dying horribly before looking cool.

>>2402662
Lasguns are for full guardsmen, yes. The world you're in has a few IG regiments, but they're mostly off-world and lasguns are an extremely rare sight.

The PDF has speedloaders, but you'll have to ask the soldier in charge of the tent you're in, see if they have a spare one. Scopes for revolvers isn't too weird, it's been seen before. You can ask for one as well but they're a much rarer sight.

>>2402672
You'll see when we get to it.

>>2402691
>>2402677
As I said, cool factor can come into play and give you easier rolls at times, but this'll be in spare occasions that really ask for them. Picking Finesse is great to make Sniper characters, which is going to be the most fitting class for a cowboy type character, delivering death at long range with weapons with a low rate of fire and high damage.

The protag's stats hinted more towards a melee warrior, but you'll have that as a failsafe if the enemy ever gets close and personal.

Anyhow, there will be more opportunities to advance the character, both in terms of stats and gear.

>>2402575
>You offer him a handshake and ask his name. You'd like to see this man again someday.

>>2402633
This

>>2402710
A personal suggestion and one thing I never got. Is how they had powder guns but NO heavy Anti Material Rifles. I always house-ruled them in as a gun equivalent to hard-hitting laser snipers. Except being bulkier, more primitive, and packing a serious punch.

I mean there is such thing as hand cannons and machine guns with high str checks so why not the long-range rifle equivalent?

Though a serious advantage that gun weapons have is the range of special ammo you can use. Making them very adaptable compared to flashlights.

Basically, a cheapo easy repair weak bolter that anyone can use in terms of how adaptable they can. Obviously they don't pack nearly as big a bunch of a bolter but the adaptable ammo types is very nice.

>>2402968
You mean like these?
http://dark-heresy-rp.wikia.com/wiki/Autocannon

>>2402633
Yes

>>2402983
It was a big heavy sniper rifle. Long range and relatively low tech but could still pack a serious punch.

Something like
http://dark-heresy-rp.wikia.com/wiki/Anti-Material_Rifle

I mainly used it as a sniper rifle for forces who were using slugthrower weapons still. Yet needed an actual long range hard hitting sniper weapon. So I homebrewed it. Never made any sense to me that they had autoguns, hand cannons, and autocannons but no actual sniper rifle equivalent.

The downside is its slow firing, heavy, and rather bulky for a sniper weapon, but it hits real hard. Throw in the different ammo types and suddenly it's surprisingly good weapon.

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>>2403046
There's an actual sniper rifle in the Only War rulebook, but I imagine you wanted something inbetween sniper rifle and A-M rifle

Offering him a handshake and sending him off with blessings seems like the chosen decision. Writing.

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>>2402575
Before he leaves, you offer your hand for a handshake. He looks at it for a moment, he doesn't seem used to handshakes yet he takes it up with a firm hand regardless. "What's your name?" You ask him.

"Bragal Stemp, from the higher Rocklands." he answers. The higher Rocklands, sturdy people come from there, but this lad seems more used to the PDF city life by now. "You?"

"I'm from the Kirograv Grasslands, name's-", you are interrupted by a rather sullen looking woman putting a hand on the soldier's shoulder, a badly healed scar runs across her face. She wears a fancy looking military suit, and is just as tall as the both of you, yet thinner. You're somewhat taken by her looks, but an unflinching, depreciating stare sends your eyes to the ground.

"Bragal, you were supposed to have joined up with the platoon by now. A moment of laxity spawns a lifetime of heresy." She looks again to Bragal, her ponytail flinging to a side and her deep brown eyes bearing the nastiest frown you've seen in your life.

When Bragal hears the last sentence, he props up an Imperial salute. "Lieutenant. Yes lieutenant!" he shouts, then marching off towards the other side of the street. The woman gives you one last glare, still as nasty, before walking off with Bragal.

"Emperor bless you, Brugal." You mutter, not wanting to take any chances with the angered woman.

Man, she was pretty-looking. But no time to dally, you got lucky enough to attract the attention of the prettiest woman of the PDF, wouldn't want to anger some old ugly bastard now. The Emperor blessed you with luck this time, better make it count.

You get into a line, the wait is somewhat excruciating. The line moves rather slowly, as gearing up a civilian and teaching him what not to press or pull before they are trained is a rather arduous task. By the time you reach the line, you see a bored looking soldier of the PDF manning the stand, with two others taking notes. It's not the Captain that Bragal mentioned, his insignia bearing a private's chevron.

"Profession, personal weaponry, place of birth, and name." he says, you'd think he's some sort of dispensing machine from the planetary capital with the way he asks. You don't want to pry though, lest you get nastier gear than the rest.

>Insert your name.

>>2403123
Heironymous Blitzen

Gotta love random name generators.

>>2403123
Hrm, don't like her much. Leans a little closer to Commissar territory then I'd prefer. I'm going to hope we aren't her direct subordinate. Anyways, think Gareth Grithen works for me.

>>2403123
Laellus Rubikus
local law enforcement
Revolver
Bellis XIV

>>2403123
Armstrong Howitzer

>>2403295
>local law enforcement
I knew I was using that too much

>>2403123
Bolt Vanderhuge

>>2403123
>Clint Black

>>2403123

>>2403264
Support

>>2403123
Leon Kennedy, local law enforcement reporting for first day!

>>2403123
Gilbert Blackburn

>>2403264

>>2403302
>>2403353
I like Bolt Armstrong

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>>2403842
Bolt or Bolter Armstrong. Now that's a name I can get behind! The enemies of the Imperium shall flee in both fear and shame from his perfect abs!

>>2403852
>>2403852
I'm fine with either. Maybe we can be called bolt by our friends and bolter by our ID and official name.

or vice versa

Wait a minute.
Are we revolver ocelot?

>>2403872
You can be whoever you want to be anon, follow your imperial dreams

>>2403123
Samael Cayus

Gareth Grithen seems to be the winning pick right now

>>2403852

This.

Update probably won't be here for another ~6 hours. Gotta get some social links up.

>>2404117
Tied between Gareth Grithen and Bolt(er) Armstrong

>>2404317
I need a tiebreaker before I can continue then.

TIE BREAKER between GARETH GRITHEN and BOLTER ARMSTRONG

>>2404546
BOLTER ARMSTRONG
Revote for the two?

>>2404550
No no, I'll go for new votes.

>>2404557
Looks like no one wants to budge feom theie name choices. It's up to the new bloods to vote. I hope more show up.

>>2404557
Wait, why don't we go with John Doe for now, then later in the quest we'll vote again. Does that sound good to you?

>>2404546
>BOLTER ARMSTRONG

>>2404637
There we go.

>>2404597
>>2404600
Seems there won't be any need, Bolter Armstrong won. In honor of Gareth, Bolter's second name will be Gareth.

Bolter Gareth Armstrong's the name. Writing.

>>2403718
Ha! You wish.

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>>2404712
"Local cop, slug revolver, Armstrong ranch in the Kirograv Grasslands, Bolter Gareth Armstrong." You reply dryly, waiting for the soldier to write down everything, you check the gear being prepared, it seems you'll be getting a full setup.

The soldier looks up, "Bolter?" he asks with a hint of curiosity inbetween the boredom.

"My parents are odd folks, what can I say?" you shrug during your reply, a dumb smile coming off your face. The soldier nods and shrugs along, then signalling his comrades. They bring out your gear, khaki-colored too, you spot a flak vest and a flak helmet and...

A coat? You check around you, not many people are wearing coats, most of them are using the simpler flak vest. Oh, by the Emperor, does this mean?

"Congratulations, citizen, you will be given the status of corporal of the militia. Your duty includes taking care of your fireteam and assisting your sergeant with his duties in leading the squad." The words ring out of the PDF soldier with little emotion. You're not entirely sure wether this is good or not.

The cloak, helmet and fatigues are dumped on your arms. Damn, it weighs more than you anticipated, but you keep yourself together, your size is a boon once again. A few people are looking at you, a bit of awe in their eyes. You feel a pride welling up inside you, you're gonna command some men, and as scary as it sounds, you feel blessed as well.

Obtained a Flak Cloak.
Obtained a Flak Helmet.

"If you have any questions, please ask your Sergeant, err..." he looks over at his list and flips a few pages, he uses his pen to search for something written there.

"Sergeant Takhed Urayyin." he finally says, he heads back to the paper he was writing on. "Next."

You head to a nearby crate, a few of the militia there disperse to give you some space. You put on your helmet, bit tight, but it'll do the job, next is the coat, and man, that bastard is heavy. It covers your arms, body and legs rather comfortably, compared to the rest of the militia, whose vest only cover the chest and belly, you'd say you're the lucky one here.

As you finish buttoning up your cloak. You wonder about the name of your sergeant, Takhed Urayyin, it's a name from the nomadic tribes of the Adrecharan desert. That sounds like fun, your sergeant might just get to killing his own brothers right about soon.

You realize that you are currently weaponless, you check the tent you came from and notice that they weren't handing out weapons any longer. All dressed up and nice, you take off to find some booth with weapons.

After a bit, a brown skinned PDF soldier approaches you. You do stand out after all, big as you are and with a huge khaki cloak covering your body.

"You." he says. "Bolter Armstrong?"

"Bolter Gareth Armstrong, yes." you respond to him. "Sergeant Urayyin?"

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>>2404870
"Sergeant Takhed Urayyin I am. Accompany me, militiaman." his voice is coarse, sounds like he smokes. You take a better look at the man, the helmet hides most of his black hair, it seems longer than that of the usual soldier. He's wearing a cloak like you, a sword around his belt and an autogun holstered on his shoulder.

You nod and follow, not wanting to make bad blood with the man who'll lead you to battle soon. You eventually reach a crate of weapons, both guns and melee. "Quite the luck, 'corporal' Armstrong. You choose your weapon. Not many can say they do. One gun, one melee." there is a hint of sarcasm on his voice, he puts his back onto a wall and waits.

A few weapons sit in front of you, you'd wager a long ranged weapon would be best for your fighting style, but it's not like you know how to use any of these things. You ponder and ponder, and eventually pick up...

Choose between:

>An autogun. 100 meter range, can fire in bursts of 3 and a full burst of 10. Damaging, but not as much as a shotgun up close. Uses magazines, the cartridge is standardized across the entire world.
>A shotgun. You'd wager that you wouldn't be able to miss with this thing up close, and realize that it's going to be way more damaging than the autogun below its limit range of 30 meters. The shells have to be loaded in manually, which makes this a slow weapon to reload.

Then choose between:

>A truncheon. A few good, solid hits from this weapon could knock anyone out so long as they're not wearing armor.
>A knife. Much less damaging than the truncheon, but its light enough that it can be thrown comfortably, you don't know how to do that though. You'd wager that a good stab would be more consistent when hurting the enemy, even if it'd hurt them less.

You ask Takhed if they have any autoloaders for your revolver available. He shrugs, "I'll look. Fancy officer stuff though.".

>Try to convince Takhed that giving you a speedloader is important and might save lives. The man does not seem hostile or open to talk, but considering you're not exactly a silver tongue, you might not be able to convince him.
>Ask Takhed if you can get a fancy sword like that, as his second in command. This one would be even harder to put into words, you could try though.
>Do you want to ask Takhed anything? Write in.

>>2404876
Roll me a 1d100 for speedloader requisition test. DC 30 (remember it's roll under to get it.)

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2404876
>An autogun.
>A knife
Not sure if begging our officer for the autoloader on our first day is the best idea

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>2404876
>A shotgun. You'd wager that you wouldn't be able to miss with this thing up close, and realize that it's going to be way more damaging than the autogun below its limit range of 30 meters. The shells have to be loaded in manually, which makes this a slow weapon to reload.
We will probably more busy giving orders and watching over our troops than shooting at long distances.

>A knife. Much less damaging than the truncheon, but its light enough that it can be thrown comfortably, you don't know how to do that though. You'd wager that a good stab would be more consistent when hurting the enemy, even if it'd hurt them less.
It can be attached to shotgun yes?

>Do you want to ask Takhed anything? Write in.
What will we be receiving in terms of training?
What can you tell me about the rebels? How many are they, where they mainly come from, and what are their "threats".

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2404876
DC 30 for speed loader
I've spent my whole life using this revolver. from my child hood shooting plates from the fence, to my law enforcement days, which I guess sort of just ended today. All I'm saying is I'm very proficient with my gun, but reloading takes too much time. If there was a few speed loaders and rounds for my gun I'd be able to pull my own weight a lot more effectively.

Getting the autogun. does it have a semiautomatic mode?

combat knife.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>2404888

>>2404901
as a bayonet? would be very useful.

>>2404888
Forgot to mention that it's best of three.

>>2404914
we passed with flying colors

>>2404920
Anon, it's roll under, you have to get 30 or less.

>>2404920
are you sure about that

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>>2404910
>Not sure if filthy Tau cowards who cower from melee

>>2404922
Awe shit. Would have tried to roll under then.

>>2404922
>>2404923
oh fuck

>>2404901
>It can be attached to shotgun yes?
Not at first, but you can try to modify the knife to accomodate to the shotgun. You don't really trust your skills on this one, and think it'd somewhat hard. But someone clever with a good knowledge of tech could do it in no time.

>>2404902
>Getting the autogun. does it have a semiautomatic mode?
Yup, 3 round burst.

Thought for the day:
Sins hidden in the heart turn all into decay.

>>2404924
Fuck you.

Speedloader roll failed, for now.

>>2404895
>>2404902
>An autogun.

>>2404901
>A shotgun

>>2404901
>>2404895
>>2404902
>A knife


Writein questions:
What will we be receiving in terms of training?
What can you tell me about the rebels? How many are they, where they mainly come from, and what are their "threats".

Writing.

>>2405166
Well I didn't want to say demands as that may get us into heresy trouble.

>>2405174
That's for you to decide, considering the character you're asking. I'll only say that I don't enjoy thinking that commissars BLAM everything that even hints at heresy, sounds grimderp to me to just shoot someone because they've got an opinion of their own.

>>2405185
Well, when you go through conscripts like we go through tissues anyways...

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>>2405166
Urayyin heads off to look for the speedloader you mentioned. You sit and ponder in front of the weapons and finally decide yourself. You go for the autogun, greater range, should kill or cripple mostly anyone with a well placed shot.

Then there's the knife, better than a blunt weapon, you think. As long as you go for an unprotected area of the enemy you should do some damage, maybe. You're not too sure, since you don't have actual military training with them.

You pick up the autogun and aim, index finger off the trigger, you get adjusted to the sights. It's not the best in the market but it seems like it'll do the trick considering the gun's range. Hopefully you'll get to shoot it a bit before heading to battle.

Next, you take a gander at the knife. You slash a few times in the air, you notice your movements seem slow, would you really cut someone slashing like this? You think not, but the sergeant may have another opinion.

You store the knife into its simple leather holster and add it to your belt, it fits nicely, hanging with your revolver and its bullets. You feel like a Kirograv Ranger, PDF's specops in the eastern continent. The reality of the shoddy quality of your equipment hits you soon afterwards, the Rangers usually have two or three sharp combat knives, and a modified revolver capable of putting a hole through the toughest metal.

You put your hands to your belt, looking around you, maybe someday you'll be a Ranger if all goes well. The militiamen are also playing around with the weapons they recieved or chose. You notice that the squads are starting to gather together, each seems to have a sergeant from the PDF and a colonel from the militiamen themselves. Like yours, which, you now remember, hasn't gathered yet.

A few more seconds pass before sergeant Takhed returns. You notice he's not bringing any speedloader, but he is bringing 8 people with him. They're all geared with vests and helmets, you count six with autoguns, some of the weapons seem a bit shoddy though, and two have shotguns. Two women and six men, all of them in their prime.

Takhed passes you to head towards the few crates that seem to be his territory. "No speedloader, Bolter. I found our men though." He rummages and pulls out knives for all of them. "Good for killing and cutting stuff, wash when you switch tasks." he tells them.

"You chose." he says, walking towards you. "Rifleman. Good." He turns, facing everyone. "Do you know how to shoot, men?"

They all look awkwardly at their guns, most of them say no except a woman, who says she hunts with rifles. Takhed nods as he hears the answers, then looks at you. "Do you shoot, corporal?"

"My revolver, somewhat. Never touched an autogun." you respond.

Takhed sighs wearily, it doesn't seem like he enjoys being here. He orders the militia to stand down, training will begin in a few minutes. You see Takhed heading back towards the wall, pondering.

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>>2405285
You go to him, you've been cooking up a few questions while waiting for him and his merry band. He looks at you, not saying a word.

"What will we be receiving in terms of training?" you ask, keeping a serious demeanor.

"Shooting, melee, dodge. You will not be trained, but you will know how to shoot without killing your squadmates, it's enough." he responds, he stares at you intensely, and you notice how sharp his stare looks, probably accentuated by his blue eyes.

"What can you tell me about the rebels?" is your second question. He seems to flinch as he hears it, looks like it's a sensible topic for him.

"Fools, traitors. I can not believe I once called them my brothers and sisters. They forget their place, which is service to the God-Emperor. They will pay with their blood." He spits to the ground when he finishes, he raised his voice quite a bit on that sentence, you're not sure if you should pry further on who they are.

"How many are they?" You ask. Maybe thinking about numbers will make him forget that they're his countrymen, probably not, but you won't lose anything for trying.

"I don't know, brass knows. More than ten thousand, for sure. Militiamen mostly, some cavalry, stolen PDF emplacements and equipment." he says, regaining his composure.

"Any threat we should be on the lookout for?"

"The cavalry, strong, fast. You must calculate your shot to get them right, hard. If you see cavalry, call for shotguns and make them deal with it when they're in range.
Some of them are proud melee warriors, if you see a man with sword and pistol, back off and shoot. They also looted autocannons and a few heavy stubbers, if you see those, duck and cover."

You nod, the rest of the squad gathered around the two of you when they heard the topic of conversation.

The sergeant leaves his position on the wall and bellows "In formation!", the squad takes up a shoddy formation, not quite in line, some still have their weapons drawn, some not. A true militia.

You see that Takhed is gritting his teeth at the sight, his patience is running thin and you're afraid that he might be getting pissed. He sends off the men and women to a march, towards what you think is the direction of the improvised training grounds.

You're walking besides Takhed before reaching the training ground. You notice that he is in fact angered. The squad may suffer from a poor training if he trains them in this state, you've seen your fair share of pissed off officers when training back at the station. They were usually the most useless.

>Try to calm him down in private. What would you tell him? How convincing your argument is might reduce the difficulty of the roll.
>Get to know your squadmates. Anyone specifically? Strengthening the bonds in the squad might make for a better fighting force.
>Concentrate on your training. You may get the hang of your weaponry if you solely dedicate yourself to training.

>>2405290
>Concentrate on your training. You may get the hang of your weaponry if you solely dedicate yourself to training.

>>2405290
>Concentrate on your training. You may get the hang of your weaponry if you solely dedicate yourself to training.

I don't trust us in social.

>>2405290
Can we maybe train as a unit rather than just ourselves?

>>2405290
>Concentrate on your training. You may get the hang of your weaponry if you solely dedicate yourself to training.
Doubt any of these mooks are going to live very long anyways. Better to hone our skills.

>>2405290
>>Concentrate on your training. You may get the hang of your weaponry if you solely dedicate yourself to training.

>>2405290
>Get to know your squadmates. Anyone specifically? Strengthening the bonds in the squad might make for a better fighting force.
The woman who can shoot first then the shotgun people.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>2405290
>Try to calm him down in private. What would you tell him? How convincing your argument is might reduce the difficulty of the roll.
If it helps you I have a bunch of experience training rookies as a law enforcer. Relax before you chip a molar. Give it a little time and we'll (not excluding ourself) become explain pdf troopers.
rolling to help?

well shit. maybe I shouldn't have rolled. unless someone wants to roll too?

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>2405290
>>Try to calm him down in private. What would you tell him? How convincing your argument is might reduce the difficulty of the roll.
No one is expecting you to make them Imperial Guard over night, they're green as gooseshit and have no idea what they're doing. Morale is already in the crapper, and unless you calm down the lot of them are just going to lie downa dn shoot thsemvels once the fighting starts because they'll have given up. You want to kill the enemy? You want to do our planet proud? calm down, least until we get to battle.

I hope the DC won't be as hard as the speed loader. perhaps we can go out and check for ourself if we find the time, and if allowed.

>>2405707
No need to roll yet, I will make specific posts asking for rolls when I need them.

>>2405802
It's a charm roll, which is based on your fellowship which is 28, round up to 30 and apply bonus for arguments used which is to gm's discretion.

>>2405998
Assuming its a roll below, that's a base 29% chance for success

>>2405290
>Concentrate on your training. You may get the hang of your weaponry if you solely dedicate yourself to training.

Help the sergeant instill and engrain his lessons, maybe see if the hunter can assist with target practice. Remind Takhed that no one is born a soldier, we need his experience and steel to help us all survive the crucible ahead.

>>2406013
Doing all that removes training time Im afraid. Convincing Takhhed and helping him teach will be time consuming. With your idea you'll only be able to know the female hunter in depth. Not the rest of the squad.

>>2406041
It is still a good idea though.

Update will come in around 6 hours, busy afternoon

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2405321
>>2405353
>>2405402
>>2405476
>>2406013
>Concentrate on your training. You may get the hang of your weaponry if you solely dedicate yourself to training.

>>2405690
>Get to know your squadmates. Anyone specifically? Strengthening the bonds in the squad might make for a better fighting force.

>>2405707
>>2405793
>Try to calm him down in private.

So concentrating on training has won over all the others, considering that some anons have written up a sweet paragraph or two to convince Takhed, I think it would be a shame to let it go to waste. Rolling a 1d2 to see which one I pick

>1 is the first one.
>2 is the second one.

This will not remove time from training from a gameplay perspective. Writing.

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>>2406719
You spend a minute thinking something up. Something to convince this gruff desert man, loyal as he is to the Emperor, to get his head out of his own arse and work hard to drill these boys into proper man. You decide to go the renegade route with the bastard.

"Listen, Urayyin. No one is expecting you to make them Imperial Guard over night, they're green as gooseshit and have no idea what they're doing. Morale is already in the crapper, and unless you calm down the lot of them are just going to lie down and shoot themselves once the fighting starts because they'll have given up."

You look for his reaction it seems unflinching, at least he's not giving away whatever he's feeling right now. "You want to kill the enemy? You want to do our planet proud? calm down, least until we get to battle."

He sighs and he seems to relax somewhat, but you're not sure how well it hit him. He moves forward a little bit, it seems like he'll need time for himself.
Roll 1d100 to see the effects of your little speech on Sergeant Urayyin, best out of 3 DC 50.

After seeing your fiery speech, one of your current squaddies approaches you. He seems very young, barely an adult. It's not like you're much older, but this one seems even younger than you.

"Colonel Armstrong?" He says, doubt filling his voice.

"Yes, squaddie?"

"You think we can live through this? The rest of us I mean. I think the huntress is confident, but everyone else is filled with doubt, we think the sarge don't trust us." he looks at you, expectantly, hoping for a positive answer. You don't know if the truthful answer is actually positive, but it would be no good for morale.

You realize that the squad morale is Poor.

You look back at the rest of the squad, it's obvious that all except the huntress are awaiting your response expectantly. She seems to be more concentrated on the ins and outs of her gun.

>Try your best to give a fiery speech to the men. They're expectant after your talk with Urayyin, you'll have an easier time than usual when convincing them, but you're still not great with words.
>Tell them to listen to Urayyin, the most experienced man of the squad. If you did convince Urayyin to get his shit together, he might have more of an impact on the boys than you.

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>>2406818
>"Colonel Armstrong?" He says, doubt filling his voice.
>from corporal to Colonel in a day
PROMOTIONS!

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>2406818
>Tell them to listen to Urayyin, the most experienced man of the squad. If you did convince Urayyin to get his shit together, he might have more of an impact on the boys than you.

>>2406818
>>2406947
...I'm gonna wait on the rest of the rolls before I choose whether to let Urayyin do the speech or we do it ourselves. That alright, QM?

>>2406948
>>2406818
>Tell them to listen to Urayyin, the most experienced man of the squad. If you did convince Urayyin to get his shit together, he might have more of an impact on the boys than you.

Thank fuck for that good roll

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>>2406947
Shit, nevermind that, I meant corporal.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>2406818
>Tell them to listen to Urayyin, the most experienced man of the squad. If you did convince Urayyin to get his shit together, he might have more of an impact on the boys than you.
my dude here >>2406947 just scored us a great roll....gonna roll regardless to see what happens.

>>2406983
I rolled better!? YES!

>>2406983
It's roll under lad, but this dude here >>2406948 got it anyhow

>>2406959
No sweat. Given the morality rate of the PDF in wartime (worse than the bloody IG) we very well may become colonel if we just survive long enough.

That, or get "volunteered" to serve the Inquisition for our suspicious longetivity.

>>2406989
WHY THE FUCK DO I KEEP FORGETTING
I'm in too many quests where high is good. I'm sorry.

>>2406994
No worries, I'm thinking of changing it for next thread, since it's just inverting numbers and I'll be following the qst standard.

>>2406983
in Dark Heresy lower = better

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>2406948
>>2406954
>>2406983

>>Tell them to listen to Urayyin, the most experienced man of the squad. If you did convince Urayyin to get his shit together, he might have more of an impact on the boys than you.

Let's see how well Urayyin does now that he's in a better mood.

DC 45, arab man.

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>>2407108
Writing.

Rolled 2, 39 = 41 (2d100)

>>2407108
>>2407115
I just realized that if I don't give the characters a best out of three as well, you'll always choose the option to do it yourself. I'll have to see how I compensate for this.

C'mon sultan, 2 more tries.

>>2407126
>2
Interesting.
Interestingly overpowered. Must fix.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>2407156

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>>2407108
"I'm not the one you should ask." You respond to the boy. You point to Sergeant Urayyin, who has stopped right in front of a large enclosure adapted as a training ground, you count two other squads worth of men in there, already training melee fighting with fake knives. Urayyin observing them closely. You think it's your platoon, the rest of the men you'll be coordinating with during battle.

The boy seems filled with even more doubt, asking Urayyin must seem like the worst idea right now. You encourage him with a hardy pat on the back. "Come on then."

Prodded forward, the lad approaches Takhed, you see him speaking a few words to him. And Takhed looks at him with surprise in his eyes, then to the rest of the squad.

"Gather to me, all." he yells before stepping onto a small sturdy crate. He crosses his arm on his back, and takes his feet apart, a leader's pose, if you've ever seen one.

The squad complies, you check them all up, see what they're made of. Seems like the young man could be a fast little kid, the huntress is skinny but has some muscle on her, she seems hardy. The other woman seems more used to the city life, to put it someway, but if she's a good shot her foes will still have hell to pay. The rest of the men vary between early twenties and late twenties, they all seem like they'll hold their own, two of them seem strong like oxes, not as big as you though. Pride goeth before the fall, you remember, better act more humble.

You join in on them and look at sergeant Takhed. He seems as decided as he could be. Hell, you'd say he's emanating an aura of authority around him, the curved sword and long cloak probably helps with that. Couldn't look more like a sarge right now.

"Citizens of the Imperium." He bellows first, getting the attention of the men training as well, not that they're letting up, as their own sergeants are watching over them closely.

"You have been chosen for the most holiest of duties a man or woman could ever hope to have. And that is to fight in the name of the Emperor against those that betrayed His will. Fear not death, for those that fall will recieve His most holy of embraces." He yells, his voice grave, unwavering.

>>2407361
"I will train you, drill you, make you into a militia that is respectable and feared. The whole 1st Regiment of Remanorean Militia will come to hear of you and your deeds. You will fight, and you will live, you will fight for the Imperium one more day, and the next, and when you return to your daily lives, you will work for His holy grace. The God-Emperor watches over all of His faithful, all those who fight for His will. Inspire yourself with thoughts of his divine power, and fight with the lessons you will have learned in the next few days! Fight! Fight without succumbing to fear for your life, for fear is but a byproduct of courage! Master it, and no foe shall be too great!" His yells echo throughout the row of buildings, he raises his fist to the air and you instinctively raise yours, the rest of your comrades following along.

"FOR THE EMPEROR!" He screams.

"FOR THE EMPEROR!" your whole squad bellows in unison, voices full of passion, cracking left and right, tears overcoming some of the men. Even the seemingly uncaring huntress has violently raised her fist and yelled along with the rest of you.

"FOR THE EMPEROR!" The training squads yell as they clash against each other, their fighting intensifying.

As he brings his fist down. "Now come, we train." he says, and all of you enter the training ring together, ready to undertake the training.

Squad morale is now Great!
Rest of squads' morale have risen to Good!

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>>2407364
Your squad proceeds to train how to get into a decent line. Then a few marching orders and paces. Not too hard, but that's because the hard part comes now: shooting, melee, and dodging.

For the next few days, your squad will dedicate itself to training. Each day you can bring a skill up to Known, which means there will be no malus when using it. You don't know when you will be called to the front, it could be tomorrow, the day after that, or in a week. The knowledge you gather here can barely be considered true training, so the skills you've gotten up to Known will be reduced back to Untrained after a while unless extensively trained by joining the PDF or Imperial Guard. You will also be able to learn talents related to the weaponry you've picked up.

Only ONE skill/talent can be trained per day, choose wisely which you want first.

Talents that you can train:

>Solid Projectile Basic. This talent will allow you to use most standard weaponry without issue, most importantly the Autogun and Shotgun.
>Low-Tech Melee. This talent will allow you to use your knife effectively, and even learn how to throw it well. If taken with Dodge skill, you will earn the talent CQC, which gives you a bonus to melee fighting.

Skills that you can train and bring up to Known:

>Dodge. This skill will allow you to dodge incoming fire and melee without a malus. If taken with Low-Tech Melee talent, you will earn the talent CQC, which gives you a bonus to melee fighting.
>Command. Anything and everything related to commanding men and inspiring them to great deeds. As corporal you believe you should undertake this training, but you're only leading 4 men most of the time, which isn't that much.
>Athletics. Running fast. Not much else can be said about this one. It could be a great help when undertaking a long winded charge in the middle of an unstable battlefield.
>Stealth. This skill allows you to remain unseen from the enemy at large, rather useful if you find yourself stranded and alone in the middle of the battlefield.

>>2407382
How votes will be counted:
Order of priority left to right. Each day will have its own vote count, if there is a tie a dice will be thrown to determine which of the tied options will be picked.

>>2407395
Also, the day you're currently in counts as a training day as well.

>>2407382
>there will be no malus when using it.
huh?

>Low-Tech Melee. This talent will allow you to use your knife effectively, and even learn how to throw it well. If taken with Dodge skill, you will earn the talent CQC, which gives you a bonus to melee fighting.
>Dodge. This skill will allow you to dodge incoming fire and melee without a malus. If taken with Low-Tech Melee talent, you will earn the talent CQC, which gives you a bonus to melee fighting.

>>2407412
Put them all in order lad, just in case. You don't know how many days we'll have.

Skills used with 0 training on them have a -20 malus to DC, take this into account. I'll be uploading the character sheet in a bit, it should let you understand what's going on.

>>2407382
>>Low-Tech Melee. This talent will allow you to use your knife effectively, and even learn how to throw it well. If taken with Dodge skill, you will earn the talent CQC, which gives you a bonus to melee fighting.
>Dodge. This skill will allow you to dodge incoming fire and melee without a malus. If taken with Low-Tech Melee talent, you will earn the talent CQC, which gives you a bonus to melee fighting.
It think this gives us a bonus too great to ignore also we do have skill in firing weapons already

>>2407425
do you think it means we can dodge bullets and run up to someone with a knife?

>>2407382
Let's just start with
>Solid Projectile Basic. This talent will allow you to use most standard weaponry without issue, most importantly the Autogun and Shotgun.
Long term, we're probably going to get the most use out of our auto gun. We're no Sly Marbo, so I don't think our knife will see much use against most of the Imperium's enemies.

>>2407444
unless we invest heavily into dodge.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCMNWAJiz5Y

>>2407425
You have a skill in firing pistols, IE your revolver. It can't be translated to larger weapons too well, you'll still have a -10 malus to all rolls with them.

>>2407433
Dodge is a combat reaction, so it doesn't take up one of the two actions you can undertake per round. So you could move and attack. You're leaving yourself quite open if you do so though, you better have some mates to back you up. Also, the knife you're using isn't top quality as you'll see in the sheet.

>>2407444
Close but no cigar, yet.

Here is the character's sheet:
https://pastebin.com/fjZaEQ1c

>>2407382
Solid Projectile Basic, Dodge, Command, Athletics, Stealth, Low-Tech Melee

>>2407412
>>2407425
>>2407444
Do you guys think you could do like this anon >>2407559 did and list all of the talents and skills in the order you want them to be trained? It'll help with the next update as I'll be able to timeskip most of the training.

command, Solid Projectile Basic, Dodge, Low-Tech Melee, Athletics, stealth

>>2407559
Think this about covers it, so I'll support it.

Rolled 23, 76, 2, 51, 27, 7, 32, 17 = 235 (8d100)

Ignore this.

>>2407382
>>2407559
Seconding this

>>2407382
>>2407563
All by priority for me.

For talents
1
>Solid Projectile Basic.

2
>Low-Tech Melee.

For skills
>Stealth.
>Dodge.
>Athletics.
>Command.

>>2407697
So first are the talents then the skills?

>>2407559
Support

>>2407559
>Solid Projectile Basic, Dodge, Command, Athletics, Stealth, Low-Tech Melee
Congrats anon, your proposition triumphed.

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>>2407952
The next few days are a constant training to withstand the hardships you'll meet in battle.

In the first day, your entire platoon trained with their weapons, learning how autoguns and shotguns work, their intricacies, when to shoot, when not to shoot and how to deal with the most common issues with them such as jamming. In your squad, at least 7 militia learned enough to fight more or less well.

You notice that the woman that isn't the huntress has not been doing too well, and one other man, older and obviously not accustomed to handiwork, have also been having a bad time. The huntress, though, she had a knack for shooting, she hadn't grabbed an autogun in her life, but she successfully hit every single one of her shots, even Sergeant Urayyin seemed amazed by her prowess.

Got Temporary Talent Weapon Training: Solid Projectile Basic
6 of your squad have ranked up from Citizen to Militia!
The huntress ranked up from Citizen to Trained Militia!
2 of your squad remain at Citizen rank.

In the second day, you noticed that one of the squads concentrated on stealth and another on running and resistance. Your squad was ordered to train their dodging skills. Assigned in pairs, you led by example with the sergeant. You didn't exactly know much, but your physical fitness made it look like it wasn't so. Sergeant Urayyin knew you were not trained though, and did not balk on his training regime with you.

Time and time again, you had to dodge the sergeant's hardy blows, you took more blows than you'd care to count. Every one of them with the man's full strength. "Bolter, it matters not how big or strong you are. If you get shot or slashed, you can count yourself dead like the rest of your comrades. Concentrate, learn how I move, react according to my body's movements." he says. You couldn't have asked for a better teacher, this man's movements are smooth and full of confidence. It's obvious that he recieved more training than the usual PDF soldier, you wonder if it's that's the level that today's PDF sergeants have to rise up to.

Got Temporary Skill upgrade. Dodge has risen from Untrained to Known

The day after that, you recieved the grave news. In two days time, your platoon would begin fighting in the western fringes of the frontline with the rebels. The area was a hilly grassland with patches of trees here and there, you remember going to that place with your parents the one time they could visit you. Now you were going to shed blood in that very same place. You think you should've sent them a letter at some point. Just in case you die and all. Some sadness overtakes you as you think of your possible death. You wish you could see the Armstrong ranch one more time, you should've lied down with that one lass, maybe you should've gone with your friend Thob to work in his cattle factory business.

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You shake your head, no more thinking. An open mind is like a fortress with its gates unbarred and unguarded. You got up from your seat at the tents in your platoon's camp, washed your face a bit with the barrel of water readily available for your fireteam. You remember its components: the huntress whose name you still don't know, but everyone simply calls her Huntress by now; a man a year younger than you that showed discipline and an ability for melee fighting, name was Rogard Druns; another man, two years older than you with a knowledge of tech and medicus training, Terry Fortran, kind of shit at fighting though; and you, the corporal.

You send them off to train once again, telling them to redouble their efforts, they all salute together as if they had been drilled for weeks. The past two days have felt like weeks alright, so much had changed. You join up with Urayyin, who's also sending off his part of their squad. "You asked for me, sarge?"

"Yes, you must learn how to command. It is not as simple as it looks, all can give speeches, not all can fill their men with fighting spirit at the front." he says, rummaging through a few papers in his personal tent.

You shrug, "I wasn't trained for command, I was a cop three days ago."

Takhed smiles, a rare sight from the sergeant of iron discipline. "I know. That's why I'm here." he says, leaving a pause before continuing. "There are two extremely important things in command: Communicating with and obeying your superiors is one, communicating with and commanding your inferiors is the other." he starts. The speech he gives is long winded but you get the gist of it. You spent the entire morning trying to grasp an understanding of command theory, you're not excelling much, but it'll be better than nothing.

Got Temporary Skill upgrade. Command has risen from Untrained to Known.

In the afternoon, your whole platoon trains the basics of teamwork, who to communicate with, who to petition ammo from, who to report to according to the situations at hand. Runner roles are designated, and squad designations are drilled into your heads.

Then in the evening, as you were getting ready for dinner, a military truck came by your camp. Four PDF soldiers coming out of them, one of them was obviously high ranked. Your squad's sergeants met up with them, giving a salute, and they were off to discuss matters privately.

"Looks like our Lieutenant is here." says Rogard Druns, the young warrior. The huntress and Terry nod.

You will have time off for the rest of the night, and the news of deployment spread like a wild fire.

You,
>Take some time for yourself and try to relax, maybe hit up the shooting range with your good old revolver. Invite someone to come? Urayyin is currently unavailable.
>Talk with someone specifically. Write in. This is a free action.
>Try to sneak in some training. On what? This will take up most of your free time and is a 50/50 chance on success.

>>2408252
You can invite others to train with you, but the training can only be for one of the skills already mentioned in the earlier post.

>>2408252
>>Take some time for yourself and try to relax, maybe hit up the shooting range with your good old revolver. Invite someone to come? Urayyin is currently unavailable.
Huntress

>>2408287
this

>>2408252
>>Try to sneak in some training. On what? This will take up most of your free time and is a 50/50 chance on success.
Athletics

>>2408252
>Try to sneak in some training. On what? This will take up most of your free time and is a 50/50 chance on success.
some Low-Tech Melee for that bonus

Gotta head off to sleep, updates will probably come in ~20 hours from now.

>>2408468
Thanks all for reading and participating btw. I'm open to criticism, so if you feel like telling me something in this long hiatus go ahead. Am I too slow? Too fast? Characters aren't good enough? Concentrate more on characters or more on "gameplay"? Go ahead and tell me.

>>2408480
Well i don't mind pacing through action or periods between plot a little quickly. We haven't built up much of a connection to anyone yet but that is to be expected we are milita being tossed together in a few days.

I expect more important parts to move a bit slow and have more character development as the game picks up. So far has been good and worked well.

I jumped in a bit late but glad to have an IG quest running and i like the start so see you in 20hrs qm.

>>2408252
>>Try to sneak in some training. On what? This will take up most of your free time and is a 50/50 chance on success.
See if Rogard Druns is willing to help improve our CQC

>>2408480
I think you're posting at a reasonable pace. my only issue is I need to adjust to the 'low is good thing." Nothing you need to change just me needing to adjust.

>>2409048
Rogard doesn't know CQC, his style seems to be more akin to street fighting

>>2409368
better than nothing amerite?

>>2409656
You aren't

Sorry anons, I won't be able to update today. Gotta straighten up some RL shit.

>>2409987
No need to apologize QM, real life shit comes first, just hope it gets straightened out. You should get a trip when you come back though, makes it easier to differentiate.

>>2411588
Thanks anon, time to trip.

>>2408287
>>2408296
Relax with the Huntress

>>2408298
Training Athletics.

>>2408308
>>2409048
Training Low-Tech Melee Weapons.

Need someone to break the tie. I'll be back when I'm done with dinner and see who got it.

>>2408298
Agree with this

>>2411762


>>2408287
>>2408296
Relax with the Huntress

>>2408298
>>2411762
Training Athletics.

>>2408308
>>2409048
Training Low-Tech Melee Weapons.

Now we got a three way tie, still need a breaker.

>>2411803
If I don't get one in an hour I'll roll a dice between the three options, don't want to stall the quest more.

>>2411803
Low tech melee to break tie

>>2411862
There we go. Off to write.

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>>2408252
>>Try to sneak in some training. On what? This will take up most of your free time and is a 50/50 chance on success.

You take a look left and right, the platoon is busy talking about what battling will be like, the tactics our foes might end up using, the intricacies of their weapons. Some seem ridden with fear, some with courage, some on their own, pondering about one thing or another. You see a bunch kissing tokens of the God-Emperor. Faith would be our shield in the coming battle.

You don't feel like sitting with anyone right now, you feel mentally tired. The past few days have been extremely draining both physically and mentally, moreso mentally. You've come to understand that, at the very least, three lives depended on you. Who knows what might happen in the battlefield. Urayyin might just day from some stray shot and suddenly you're in charge of a full squad. Your mind rummages through a million possible situations until you decided you had enough.

Night had settled in, but this did not bother you. You looked at your knife and decided to go train, tiring yourself out would help with all the needless thinking you were doing. The darkness outside was fresh, you open the wooden fence that served as entry to the enclosed training ground, closing it back. You were all on your lonesome, a fresh breeze coursing through the night, the sounds of talks and yells in the distance, a starry, beautiful night. How many more nights would you live through? You weren't sure.

You unsheathe your knife. You take a good look at it, not the finest piece of work. No need to complain, plunge it into someone's gut hard enough and he'll feel it for a lifetime, whatever would remain of it at least. You slash once, cutting the wind. You slash again, trying to remember a few tips and tricks that Urayyin and Rogard taught you.

As you slash and stab, you feel a rage welling inside you. You're angry, angry as shit. You think of the God-Emperor upon His most Holy Golden Throne. Where is he? You ask yourself as you train again and again, trying the CQC techniques you skimmed over with Urayyin. You'd wish he were by your side, that he'd fight alongside you against these heretics. You slash, stab, slash, cut, the air responds with whistles, soft whistles.

Why are a bunch of citizens fighting like this? You think and wonder. The PDF should be able to hold their own, how unfair is this crap? You continue slashing the air, slashing its nonexistent blows, preparing for a foe you've never seen. You feel like you've never been as concentrated on something as you are now, fighting against nothing, measuring each and everyone of your blows and dodges.

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>>2412003

You continue your training, a slight rain appears, but you welcome its wet embrace. You will become tougher for your sake, for the sake of your peers, and for the glory of the God-Emperor. You will fight where he may not, kill what he can not. You breathing becomes heavier, your blows slower. You take a small pause to shelter your revolver in your coat.

You're startled by a few steps behind you, you stop and check the source of it, knife in hand. It's a woman, the Huntress. "What are you doing here?" You ask before resuming your training.

"Trying to enjoy the rain, corporal." she answers while taking a seat on a wet wooden table. "Soft rain like this heals mind and body."

You truck on, the exhaustion settling in, you don't want to stop though, lest a woman see you weak. That's just not something that a good Kirograv rancher could allow to happen. "So you say. Have you come to train as well?" You can no longer hear the cuts of the wind due to the raindrops' noise having eclipsed them.

"No, I saw you in the midst of the night on your own, and thought you'd like company. I know how to handle a knifefight, military parents." You see her taking in some rain, letting her wet, short brown hair fall back on her head, she seems to enjoy it thoroughly. You only feel how cold and wet it is the more you tire.

You stop for a second, trying to keep a semblant of composure in your exhaustion. "Do you now." You respond.

"Want a sparring partner, corporal? Rain is a good posture teacher."

>"No thank you, I'd like to learn by myself."
>"Alright, show me what you've got."
>Ask something else? Write in.

>>2412007
>>"Alright, show me what you've got."

>>2412007
>"Alright, show me what you've got."
Could certainly use all the tips and tricks.

>>2412007
>"Alright, show me what you've got."

>>2412007
>"Alright, show me what you've got."

>>2412007
>>"Alright, show me what you've got."

>>2412012
>>2412049
>>2412065
>>2412090
>>2412091
>"Alright, show me what you've got."

Alright, writing.

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>>2412142
/*Was revising how combat worked, here we go lads*/

"Alright, show me what you've got. Best of five points, one hit counts as a point, being knocked to the ground counts as a point."

She steps off the crate with great agility, unsheathes her knife, takes a look at you, then assumes a battle ready stance. Her arms are positioned infront of her, her right hand holding the knife decisively, her torso is slightly bent forward. This looks like CQC to you, at least if Urayyin wasn't lying about him using CQC.

You assume your own, shoddy, stance, you feel invigorated by the thought of a sparring partner, fighting together amidst this rain. Learning new techniques to fight the Emperor's enemies.

You circle each other for a few tense seconds. "Corporal, your body should move less. It must have sure footing from which you can engage the enemy, even as large as you are."

"Tch." You feel slightly offended, a woman teaching you how to fight? You will not have it. The Huntress gives a faint smile as she watches you closely, waiting for your move. You gather your thoughts, and think of what you could do. The more you look at her, the less options come to your mind, her stance seems unbroken, while you can't help but fidget and move around, you barely know how to position your body and feel nervous when confronted by her confidence.

>Wait for her. Go into a defensive stance and wait for her attack. (No hit, enemy will have higher failure consequences if they attack and fail).
>How dares she? You will charge and teach her what's right. (More likely to hit, higher failure consequences).
>Move slowly towards her and attack at the right time. (Average likelihood to hit, average failure consequences).
>Feint and attack. (More likely to succeed if you know more than the opponent, opponent can not evade attack.)
>Knock her down and put yourself over her. Use your superior strength. (Less related to actual fighting techniques, brute forces a knock down on your opponent).

Evasion in this system is a reaction, thus if the enemy goes for you, you have a reaction turn to use your dodge skill to, well... dodge. There is no need to declare your intention to dodge beforehand as it is considered instinctive.

>>2412280
>Wait for her. Go into a defensive stance and wait for her attack. (No hit, enemy will have higher failure consequences if they attack and fail).

>>2412280
>>Move slowly towards her and attack at the right time. (Average likelihood to hit, average failure consequences).

>>2412280
>>Move slowly towards her and attack at the right time. (Average likelihood to hit, average failure consequences).

>Wait for her. Go into a defensive stance and wait for her attack. (No hit, enemy will have higher failure consequences if they attack and fail).

>>2412280
>>Move slowly towards her and attack at the right time. (Average likelihood to hit, average failure consequences).

>>2412280
>Move slowly towards her and attack at the right time. (Average likelihood to hit, average failure consequences).
We can report here as a possible heretic later *rubs hands*

>>2412362
>>2412480
>Wait for her. Go into a defensive stance and wait for her attack. (No hit, enemy will have higher failure consequences if they attack and fail).

>>2412367
>>2412379
>>2412481
>>2412495
>Move slowly towards her and attack at the right time. (Average likelihood to hit, average failure consequences).

Slow and steady, here we go.

>>2412501
You decide to move in slow and steady. There is no reason to rush, the rain wouldn't allow you to do it easily anyhow. You approach, step by step, you can feel your heartbeat increase with every single step taken, the sound of it taking over your mind, you look at her for any movement, she's still, like a statue, observing you.

When you reach a melee distance, you decide to lunge your knife towards her arm in a slash. Roll to hit!

1d100,

DC: +30 (Weapon Skill) -20 (Untrained in Low-Tech Melee) +10 (Standard attack)

FINAL DC: 20

Remember it's a roll under. Good luck.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>2412519

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>>2412531

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2412519
That 2 is very good

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>2412519

Rolled 90 (1d100)

Let's see.

Lads, I gotta go, a friend of mine got hit in a drunken fight and I gotta go pick him up. The shit I put up with

>>2412612
Did he win though? Also, now worries.

>>2412614
It was a dumb scuffle, I will resume tomorrow as soon as I can, sad to have ended today in the middle of a fight.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

The hit rings true, paving its way towards her body. A great surprise appears in her stare, she was not expecting such a blow from you. You won't be fumbling against this woman, you got to prove your ability to fight in order to lead.

She steels herself to dodge but can't react to your move fast enough, your knife draws extremely close to her arm as she tries to dodge but you stop before the hit actually connects. You know this would've hurt. She gazes at you with a hint of hate, then respect.

You both move away from each other. "One point for you, corporal." She says while shrugging off some rain from her hair and returning to her original position. You return to your own, and in a split second, you see her running off in a charge towards you, intent on scoring as soon as possible.

Let's see if she hits.

>>2413797
A single hit. Thats the most i can hope for. Heres hoping we can win this encounter despite my believes we'll probsbly lose.

>Knock her down and put yourself over her. Use your superior strength. (Less related to actual fighting techniques, brute forces a knock down on your opponent).
Is there a version of this that's only tripping her, then going for a hit? I figured it'd be a good idea since she's charging straight at us through muddy water she won't have much room to correct herself or stop. With a charge? Unless she does something I think she'll go for a thrust. So if there is not tripping action then this.
>Feint and attack. (More likely to succeed if you know more than the opponent, opponent can not evade attack.)

>>2413826
Ok well a thrust or a broad swipe

>>2413826
Don't vote/roll for anything unless I don't call it. Gotta keep stuff orderly.

You can also trip her with knockdown, yes. Also, her charge missed, but there were no degrees of failure, so you will have no bonuses when counter attacking.

>>2413844
Don't vote/roll for anything unless I don't call it. Gotta keep stuff orderly.
Sorry. So what now?

>>2413797
Charging on slippery wet pavement, even with her poise, is not as easy as it seems. She slips around in a mistep during her charge and has to spend time regaining her composure. You were going to use the opportunity, but see that she regained her usual position with an unnatural speed. You are again at the same distance you started out in, eyeing each other. You can see her mutter something, but you're not too sure what.

>Wait for her. Go into a defensive stance and wait for her attack. (No hit, enemy will have higher failure consequences if they attack and fail).
>You will charge and teach her what's right. (More likely to hit, higher failure consequences).
>Move slowly towards her and attack at the right time. (Average likelihood to hit, average failure consequences).
>Feint and attack. (More likely to succeed if you know more than the opponent, opponent can not evade attack.)
>Knock her down and put yourself over her. Use your superior strength. (Less related to actual fighting techniques, brute forces a knock down on your opponent).
>Other, write in. (I'll see if it is applicable with the way Only War works.)

>>2413916
>Feint and attack. (More likely to succeed if you know more than the opponent, opponent can not evade attack.)

>>2413916
>>Feint and attack. (More likely to succeed if you know more than the opponent, opponent can not evade attack.)

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>2413946
>>Feint and attack. (More likely to succeed if you know more than the opponent, opponent can not evade attack.)
Alright, it's time to oppose our weapon skill with hers.

Roll me a 1d100, I'm gonna roll for her. Best of two is taken this time.

>>2414239
Your DC is 20 BTW, -20 for not having trained melee weapons, and +10 from her instability post-charge.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2414239

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>2414239
looks like a slow day most probably don'y know you are live.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>2414281

>>2414427
Fuck. I missed the best of two part, and I wish I posted sooner.

>>2414345
Close but no cigar. Writing.

>>2414572
Oops never mind, I read the feint thing wrong. Feint is a half action, now you have an actual opportunity to attack, roll me a 1d100, DC is still 20.

>>2414590
had you succeeded in the feint action, you would have had a guaranteed hit on her with this follow up attack. Feint is an opposed Weapon Skill test, so both you and your foe roll to see if you succeed at tricking him. If you both succeed your WS test, the one person who got the largest difference between their result and their DC wins.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>2414590

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>2414590
This needing to roll low bit is fucking me up.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2414618
>>2414723
Gotta start low friends, alright, gonna roll for her move and hit.

Rolled 91, 57, 41, 74, 88, 5 = 356 (6d100)

>>2414784
You decide that you might be able to trick her, the rain and night are no longer allowing you to see too well. You see her closing in slowly, maybe it's a good time as any to trick her. You look to a side as if you had seen something and, just as you expected, instead of looking at the place she bolts towards you. Blade in hand, she's going for a stab, you bolt to a side of hers and slip on the wet pavement, you have to spend a moment regaining your position and ready yourself for the next attack. Your feint didn't seem to give you a clear advantage at all.

Heading off into a stab yourself, you slip yet again, the wet ground overtaking you. You feel exhausted from your training. "Exhaustion isn't an excuse." The Huntress says, as you dodge one of her stabs. You're again to where you began, and you don't feel like ending this at all. You check every single one of her moves. Even if sloppy due to the conditions you're both in, she's got potential, a lot of potential, and you want to tap into that and grow yourself.

Again, you approach each other for more and more clashes. The battle rages on.


/* Alright lads, considering that this fight could drag on until the end of time with how low your skills are. I'll ask you boys to roll 6 1d100 at DC 30. I'll pick the post with the lowest sum for its rolls.

I'll roll for the Huntress, who will have DC 50. */

Rolled 68, 5, 31, 67, 63, 24 = 258 (6d100)

>>2414829
Am I reading this right for 6d100?

>>2414838
Yup

Rolled 37, 68, 77, 13, 69, 58 = 322 (6d100)

>>2414829
Rolling for low numbers again?

>>2414875
Yup, it's how only war do. I might change it next thread

>>2414838
This roll got the lowest sum picking it for round results.

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>>2414829

5 bouts have gone on, under the now heavy rain and the deep night. She scored in the third, and you on the fourth. Eventually, exhausted and spent, you both look at each other, your breathing now reinforced by your mouth's efforts. You take a last gander at her, and see that she's completely serious about this, it might've started as a dumb joke but now it's a completely serious duel. You actually can't believe that you're winning, she's better than you, better stance, better moveset, yet she's still struggling to keep up with you.

And again, the two of you circle each other. Suddenly she bolts, like a large felinid of the northern Pratorian Wastes, you keep yourself ready, hoping for an opening. Her knife is lunging towards your neck, but you feel ready to deflect the blow and slash her arm for the point score. You're surprised to see that her arm that was once forward, suddenly went down and back up, some sorta knife uppercut. You've never seen that in your life and it takes you completely by surprise, this doesn't mean that you won't attempt your own slash though, and you send it forward towards her arm, full speed. You wind up touching her arm slightly, but her knife reached you before yours did and it's in your neck. One wrong move and she could slice it right then and there. You gulp as you bring down your knife, and she follows suit, bringing her own knife down as well.

"You're good, corporal. Much better than I imagined, you've even started imitating my moves mid-fight. I am impressed." The huntress seems sincere, she takes her knife to its holster and puts her thumbs in them, still trying to steady her breath.

Gained Temporary Weapon Training: Low-Tech Melee Training. (Removes Untrained (-20) malus when fighting with low-tech melee weapons.)
Gained Temporary Talent: Knife CQC Basics (+10 to all rolls related to knife fighting.)

You do the same, you're both drenched, she goes off back to the crate she was sitting on earlier, swinging her legs gently and taking in the rain again. "I didn't expect you to hold your own like that. I will grant you this fight if you wish."

>"Alright, my win then."
>"Let's just say that the neck counts for two points, tie."
>Want to say something else or ask her something after deciding on one of the options? Write in.

>>2415040
NICE
>>"Let's just say that the neck counts for two points, tie."

>>2415040
>"Let's just say that the neck counts for two points, tie."

>>2415040
>puts her thumbs in them,
puts her thumbs in her belt*

>>2415040
>>"Let's just say that the neck counts for two points, tie."

>>2415040
Thank you private. I must admit I really want to impress you, what with your families military background.
Now let's get inside before we get sick.

>>2415124
>I must admit I really want to impress you
Don't say such things to subordinates. Bad Anon.

>>2415075
>>2415076
>>2415083
>"Let's just say that the neck counts for two points, tie."

>>2415124
Write-in

>>2415250
"Let's just say the neck counts for two points, tie." You say, giving off a sly smile as you recover from the battle. "Let's leave, don't want us to get sick now. Plus, these clothes are gonna take hours to dry off." You tuck yourself into your cloak. You notice that she's not wearing.

She nods. "Thank you, corporal. I owe you a training, then." She drops off from the crate, and slightly tilts her head, pointing towards the exit.

You invite her to move out first with a wave of the hand. As you come out, you walk together towards the tent, not quite running, you're too tired, just enjoying the promenade to your bunk beds, it's not like you could get any more wet than you already are. You don't really speak much until you reach the tent, the rain is too intense, it is a bit of an awkward situation but it's not like the tents are too far away.

You see Rogard Druns snoring loudly and Terry Fortran tinkering with his weapon and preparing a first aid kit. He looks at you for a second and goes back to his work. "Went off for a walk then?" he asks.

The Huntress shrugs and starts changing clothes, Terry looks at you. "Not the best night to go for a romantic date, corporal. Hell, I'd say it's not exactly the best moment in life, considering how much our lives are risk right now."

You look at Fortran, he's the older of the fire team and obviously likes his tech and medicae more than fighting. As far as you know, he used to be a nurse in an Ecclesiarchy clinic south of the city.

>"It was no date, we were training. Something which I believe you need more of."
>"Nothing like a good rain to bolster my attempts at charming ladies, Fortran."
>Something else? Write in.

/* Last update for the night, probably. */

>>2415354
>write in
Nope. Just thought I could get in an extra training session. Might come in handy for when the day comes around.

>>2415354
>>"Nothing like a good rain to bolster my attempts at charming ladies, Fortran."

>>2415354
>>"It was no date, we were training. Something which I believe you need more of."

>>2415354
>"Nothing like a good rain to bolster my attempts at charming ladies, Fortran."

>>2415393
1+

>>2415354
“I’ll keep that in mind the next time I’m planning date night with your mom, Terry.”

>>2416476
Dude no. His mom is either dead or really old.

>>2415354

>"It was no date, we were training. Something which I believe you need more of."

>>2415354
>"It was no date, we were training. Something which I believe you need more of."

>>2415393
>>2415951
>>Nope. Just thought I could get in an extra training session. Might come in handy for when the day comes around.

>>2415415
>>2415780
>>"Nothing like a good rain to bolster my attempts at charming ladies, Fortran."

>>2415624
>>2417142
>>2417550
>>"It was no date, we were training. Something which I believe you need more of."

>>2416476
>“I’ll keep that in mind the next time I’m planning date night with your mom, Terry.”

The vote was rather close, so I'll try to keep the hostility to Fortran's comment to a minimum.

>>2417572
Woops, my alter ego took me over.

>>2417572
"It was no date, we were training. Something which I believe you need more of." you tell Fortran. "War is not a place to tinker with tech, you must pull your weight."

You hear a "Pft." coming from Fortran's mouth. "Got to know enough about war in the uprising of the Pratoria. Didn't they teach you why it's the Pratorian Wastes now?"

You're surprised by what he's saying, Pratoria? Your pas never taught you about it, nor did you ever really hear the name apart from ancient history.

He sees the surprise in your face, he stops tinkering with his tools and sits down normally on his bunk bed, facing you. "Pratoria used to be a martial nation at the top end of the world's ass. Cold and unforgiving place, made powerful warriors, but eventually it also made powerful Chaos cults, some thirty years ago."

You gulp, Chaos. That's not a word you hear often, your parents nearly never brought it up, and your cop buddies only ever told you to inform the Ecclesiarchy as soon as you found any evidence of it, signs, trinkets, you were shown the most basic artifacts they have. You notice Fortran trying to keep his voice low.

"The governor of the planet didn't like it, probably pressure from the Ecclesiarchy if you ask me. He sent out a whole bunch of PDF bolstered by militia. When he noticed that things weren't going well..." he signals a cut in the neck with his thumb. "He blew the fuck out of it from orbit, I thank the God-Emperor I was on the back end of the frontlines fixing up some wounded. Most of our men at the front itself got wiped, survivors were sent home with a good pension."

He throws himself back on the bed, leaving his stuff on the ground. "I wasn't a survivor to 'em though. Just a cowardly medic fixing up dead men in the backlines because he was too scared to go to the front. So here I am again, just because I chose to live in the Ruckor peninsula." He thinks for a bit of time. "And probably because I'm the only person in a few kilometers that knows how to treat war wounds right." He now looks at you again, serious as could be.

"Listen kid. Just go back to the Kirograv ranches if you come outta this one alive." he tells you, leaving a small silence before continuing. "War ain't pretty, and in this war we're more than nobodies. Expendable resources. Being an expendable resource in war is the worst place you can find yourself in."

You're shocked by everything he told you, as far as you know, the Pratorian wastes are nothing more than empty wastelands with ruins from ancient civilizations, and this guy talks about how the ruins are thirty at most. You notice the huntress, now comfortably dressed in new fatigues, is also listening intently, with a strange glow in her eyes. She doesn't seem angry or anything, you feel like she's extremely interested in the story though. Rogard is still tucked away in his sheets, snoring loudly.

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>>2417585
>"Enough with your heretical talk, Fortran, lest you want me to invite a Priest to talk with you."
>"We must prove ourselves worthy to the God-Emperor. Even if we were sacrificed in battle, being brave would make us worthy of His salvation."
>"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but we must make sure to work as a team in order to come out of this one alive."

>>2417585
>"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but we must make sure to work as a team in order to come out of this one alive."

>>2417586
>"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but we must make sure to work as a team in order to come out of this one alive."
Well shit I'm sorry then.

>>2417586
>>"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but we must make sure to work as a team in order to come out of this one alive."

>>2417588
>>2417696
>>2417981
>>"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but we must make sure to work as a team in order to come out of this one alive."

>>2417981
Shit anon, you came just in time to vote