>>2718576
>The Plaguegryn rises from the pool; his back now cracked by chitinous growths and vestigial insectoid wings emerging from his back
>He stumbles towards the command centers into the designated corner
>With a voice reminiscent of flies buzzing
"Father has blessed me; what you need Lord?"

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>>2718576
I hope they have an accordion in there
>He gets up from his little corner and prepares for the assult

>>2718586
"To kill those that have what we need."

>>2718591
>Flys circle the Plaguegryn; his form visibly hunched from mutation
"I will slaughter; show me the place and it will be smashed."

>>2718576
Understood commander.

I shall begin making preparations.

>>2718598
"You.. you plan stuff, yeh?"
>His intestines move, as though there was something alive in them
"Tell me da plan."

>>2718627
The plan is to stage a full frontal assault on an imperial outpost, ensuring no vital aircraft are damaged in the skirmish.

That means no corruption until we leave

>>2718633
>A nurgling falls out of his intestines
"So.. where i smash though?"

>>2718636
Into the largest concentration of guardsmen you can find. And as far away from the aircraft as possible

>>2718643
"Okay i understand."
>He lifts up his greatbell and leaves, a trail of slime and nurglings follows him

>>2718576

Brunhilde was still laying on the pile of cloth scraps that was where she rested, still thinking about the dream she had and what she should have done differently. It was something stuck in her mind that she couldn't stop thinking about for the past few hours, and she felt regretful over it by merely thinking about it. Luckily the strange cold feeling had seemed to subside by now, and her mind was able to think of other things. She would get up sometime soon, but she was going to lay here for a bit longer...thought she did wonder a little about what everyone else was doing, she couldn't hear anyone outside doing anything or even just walking by. Did everyone leave?

>>2718677
>A stench emanates from outside the tent
>After a moment a massive Plaguegryn opens the tent flap
"We attack base, you come with, all help smash."

>>2718681

Brunhilde would use some of the rags used where she slept to cover her nose the second she smelled the terrible stench. When the disgusting looking monstrosity entered she looked away and said "I can't leave the base, I have been specifically told not to, and if you mean attacking this one, the one we both are currently in then you must be out of your mind."

>>2718687
>A robed and masked figure walks in, avoiding contact with Boilspew
Orders from the commander, everyone is to join in the attack, now wake up and go to battle

>>2718688

"You must be lying. There would at least be a few left behind as to guard the base. And I highly doubt he said everyone. Your going to need proof because I'm not going to just listen to and trust a random person I've never met before like yourself, I only listen to Jaan and the current commander."

>>2718576
>Flagg stands at the astartes' side, occasionally appraising him of logistical information.
Will you need my... unique... abilities during the assault, my lord?

>>2718696
"Wat?"
"What is lie?"
>Sniffle
"It sounds bad."
>Blech
"You must come, you slave, not person."

>>2718696
Were raiding it for the valkyrie airscraft and I heard that you know how to pilot them. Besides, you are a slave not a guard, so wake up and taste the ashes
>He takes a little jar of ashes from his cloak and pours some into her face

>>2718699

"I don't think you get the fact my master said I can't leave the base we currently are in. Get him or the commander and if they tell me to go along on whatever mission we have I will, but until then I'm not going to leave with you two."

Rolled 33 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>Operator withdraws to the war room.

>he lays out the information he has avaliable, plotting the target on the map on the table with a pin
>he spends the next hour and a half planning the method of approach that would give his forces the best chance of success

>>2718701
"Should i make her move?"
>Blechh
"She is disobeying, and she slave."

>>2718697
“I shall Flagg. Would you like to be improsined and attack from within, or would you prefer to charge in alongside the berserkers?”

>>2718705
She has a point as she belongs to someone else, lets go get the commander
>He pours some more ashes on Brunhildes face and walks away to see the commander

>>2718708
>He follows, waiting outside the command tent
>>2718707
"Boss! Help, slave is being bad!"

>>2718701

Brunhilde would wipe the ashes from her face annoyed at how he just poured them on her and caused a bit of a mess, but one word he said stood out... "Wait, a aircraft?...please get Jaan or the commander really quickly, I really want to be able to fly again, and those ships can't be to different from what I have flown, right?"

>>2718705

"I am a slave but I'm not your slave. I told you I only listen to Jaan and the commander. Jaan is my master, you aren't!, can you understand that?"

>>2718704
>The former sister of Battle turned slave hobbles up to O7 on her crutches. Her entire being seems darkened and lessened.

“Master, do... do you need any help from me?”

>>2718710
“I don’t care! Drag her in here by force if need be!”

>>2718711
>He turns to her
He's an ogryn, so take a guess, also wait I'll get the commander
>>2718707
My lord, we need you to give Brunhilde order to join the attack, she will be useful as she has a pilot training

>>2718711
"Boss said he don't care, and that i drag you in."
>Grabs her by the head, dragging her behind him to Alpharius
>Dropping her on the ground
"Got her for you boss."
>>2718714

>>2718707
I believe I would be more useful attacking from within. How shall u go about becoming "imprisoned"?

>>2718713
I may, actually.

You know a fair amount about combat. Anything I’ve missed in my layout here?
>he gestures to the table plan

Are you eating quite well? You seem weaker than before. I’m telling you you need to regain your strength Catalina.

Or was it just bad dreams?

>>2718718
“Ah, Von Bothmer... you were once a pilot, yes? You will be needing to dredge up those skills again soon. Betray me, and even you will not like what happens after.”

>>2718718

Brunhilde would struggle, completely disgusted by the creature that was dragging her and was really glad when she was finally let go, although she felt sick from the smell. "What was that for?! I told you I only listen to Jaan and the commander so w-" she then noticed the space marine that was in command here and simply said "Oh, my lord? Do you need anything?"

>>2718724

"Yes master, I was a pilot and I still know how to fly, although I have never flown an imperial aircraft. And don't worry, I only would ever betray you if Jaan did, and I know he wouldn't ever betray you unless you attacked him for some reason."

>>2718719
“The obvious way. Walk up to the walls, fall over. They will drag you in to investigate you.”

>>2718725
This wouldn't have happened if you listened to us from the very beggining

>>2718720
“I... we haven’t looked at battlefield maps for a long time. We don’t think we would be of help.”

>She pinches her temples

“Head hurts... I... we’re eating... fine. The food is... bad but good at the same time.”

>>2718743
It will be done.
>Flagg prepares to leave camp, taking with him a canteen, a walking stick, and a laspistol

>>2718745

"You are not my masters, only Jaan and the commander are, I asked for proof and all you did was drag me here in the worst way possible. It's not my fault for not trusting two random people suddenly barging in my masters tent and saying literally everyone has to leave on an assult when everyone leaving would make this base completely defenceless and would be something I know that the commander wouldn't order."

>>2718748
“Hydra Dominatus, Augustus.”

>>2718755
"But he did, your dumb."
>Smacks the back of her head
"Stop talkin' no disrepect."

>>2718757
Hydra Dominatus.

>>2718755
You should've first asked why we would come near a slaaneshi den in a first place, and he dragged you here because commander told him to

>>2718760

Shd seems disgusted by the thing smacking her. That would have been slightly pleasurable if done by something that wasn't completely and utterly disgusting beyond belief.

>>2718762

"Fair enough, but I wish he ordered someone else to do it and not him." She would say before shivering from how revolting and filthy that thing was, and how it actually made contact with her skin...she felt a bit sick, and worried she might be sick not just for that being disgusting.

>>2718747
We?

>>2718775
“We- I mean I, it’s a... coping mechanism. Yes. It’s like the punishment can happen to a person that is not just me.”

>>2718791
If you were trying to escape reality surely you’d say she instead.

No matter, I’m sure you will come to your senses once healed.
For now though, just remember what we discussed

>>2718773
He didn't strictly order anyone to do so, its was more along the lines of someone, anyone to bring you to him

>>2718830

"In that case I'll remember to inform Jaan of this so I hopefully never have to deal with such a revolting thing touching me again."

>>2718839
You must remember that he is an ogryn alongside everything that comes with it

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>A gaunt figure, trailed by a retinue of strange looking servitors, enters the camp. From beneath his hood a number of occular sensors percieve the immediate area. Many of his servants haul equipment, tomes or both.
>He apears lost, but seems to be making his way about with some purpose. Eventually his Servitors set down and begin establishing a makeshift workshop in an unclaimed corner.

>The clattering of bells, The struggled wheeze.
>Chanting and coughing,
>tiny voices sing and chant in tune, Barabass and his entourage approach
>BLLLRBLE
HELLO HELLO!!
We come to spread Nurgles love, Lord Alpharius, what are our orders?

>>2718850
"Father, he wants us to smash base, aggre- aggor- agoosively, he wants us to attack bad base agoosively."
>A fly emerges from his mouth

>>2718851
>One of the Poxkin in the back starts twitching violently and maggots writhe beneath his skin
>BLECH
Ahh! we can do that for sure, tell us when and how and it will be done

>>2718853
"Iz, iz up to us."
>Scratching head
"But we wait for now, they make da plans."
"Father, do you hear the buzzing too?"

>>2718856
Yesssss
>HACK
And its beautiful!
>bllllleck

>A group of flakk armored men approach the war tent, armed with chainswords each, their armor is red and laden with spikes, most have the mark of Khorne carved or otherwise inscribed on their skin and wargear.
>The only one not wearing a helmet, Sparax has blonde hair, a nasty bruise on his left cheek, and green eyes.
>He signals the Slayers to stay put while he enters the war room
Keep to yourselves, dont speak unless your spoken to
>he enters
Lord Alpharius! your menial summoned us, whats the plan?

>>2718846
what are you doing here the workshop if over there
>points at Cograns workshop that now has stone walls
and it is better if all machines of the Omnissaia be kept at the same place to minimise risk of the meat bags stealing them

>>2718846
Who are you exactly?
I was not aware a member of the Dark Mechanicus would be arriving

>>2718839
> he lands next to her and starts to scratch between her ears

what did the poxbag do to you, you stink

and you have my permission to join in this mission maybe i can have someone to fly with later

>>2718576
Uhm, ok, cool. I guess I'll stab stuff. Wait, I know, I'll make sure everyone gets something to eat before we go.
>Scampers off to drag Brunhilde to the kitchen.

>>2718892
I’m standing right here you know

> he extends his wing dividing the two

what is it miss Jestre

>>2718843

"The issue is I don't really know what that is, but I think I have learned well enough after that."

>>2718883

She frowns and says "He dragged me here and after smacked me on the back of my head...I feel sick, and I'm unsure if it's because of how he looks smells and how filthy he is, or if it's because I caught something from that...or a mix of both. If you want me on the mission though, I'll make sure to come along master, though it might be best to be washed off first."

>>2718892
>>2718920

"I think she wants me to help her as I was planning on working with her before I became a slave, but considering what just happened I would advise against that, I don't want to accidentally taint the food supply."

>>2718926
Fair enough, I'll just go to the kitchen on my own.
>>2718920
If she's not feeling well I don't want to risk everyone's health for one more pair of hands in the kitchen. I'll see you both later.
>Off to make food for everyone who still eats real food.

>>2718926
oh that’s terrible ill make sure you clean yourself properly before returning home

> he continues to scratch her

i like it when you say that word

> he begins to use more force while scratching

>>2718929

i would prefer it if you asked me first

and have a blessed time till we meet again

>>2718936

Brunhilde seemed a bit more relaxed, but she knew that it probably wasn't a good idea to scratch her head considering she was grabbed by it when the pox and puss filled horror dragged her. "Uhm, master, you may want to stop, the disgusting...thing...grabbed me by the head and hit the back of it so it's probably quite filthy...I should have said something earlier...I'm sorry." She would say looking at the ground, a bit worried at what Jaan would do, along with if her delayed response could have made him catch something.

>>2718956
That's why I rubbed you with ashes, they are remarkably sanitary and help with filth, after all, they are a component for soap for a reason

>>2718866
>Masked figure turns to him
We attack a nearby imperial outpost, and we must make sure that valkyries in there are intact

>>2718871
>>2718873
>The Dark Magos regards the visitors. His optical sensors lighting up and the whiring of spooling tapes issuing from beneath his robe.
"The work called to us, and we made pilgrimage. Alas, this place is inherantly disorganised and we became lost. Eventualy we placed ourselves in the best available spot."
>Crusius's servants immediately take about the work of packing back up and moving out.
"I hope you do not intend to reject my presence here? My works will soon prove to be a great boon to this regiment I think."

>>2718960
Finally some action! My men and i will target the core of their position and-
Wait.
Who are you?

>>2718988
Salfrin is my name, assassin and a servant of the outcast god

>>2718968
You may do as you please. What exactly do you do though?

>>2718993
"Our works are focused on the merging of the Technological and the Divine. So far only minor servants of the Dark Gods, Furies and the like, but with resources and sacrifices so much more..."
>The Dark magos trails off, lost in his own fantasies of the dark works he will create, before he snaps back to reality.
"In the short term though; if you need something repaired, designed or built we can get it done. In exchange for payment of course."

>>2718991
I know not of this "outcast god"
Just stay out of my way
>The stench of Barabass crosses his nose
What is that smell!? Augh!

>>2719002
Perfectly acceptable.

You should meet with our leader in the war room.
We will soon depart to make an advance upon an outpost

>>2719020
"Very Well."
>Crusius unleashes an earsplitting blast of binaric cant.
"My servants will begin re-tooling for combat immediately."
>Crusius crosses the camp to the source of the commotion, the War Room.
"I was informed that I should report here?"

>Jay, in the war room.
Everyone ate right, we don't want to do this assault on an empty stomach. Unless you're liable to puke my hard work up that is.

>>2719033
>he approaches, walking briskly
You there, you know what this is?
>Holds up a chainsword, looks like its seen better days

>>2719058
>Crusius's optical sensors brighten as he inspects the battered chainsword.
"We have worked with various patterns of chainblade, yes. I am not sure we have the tooling for tht specific pattern, but our facilities can be adjusted."

>>2719061
Ive ran out of sacred oil, Its machine spirit grows angry, sometimes it refuses to power on, or will cut off in the middle of sparring. It has also begun rejecting fuel intake.
If you can remedy this i will appreciate this

>>2719075
"We can refurbish the components and replace the intake ducts. We can also provide a fresh supply of unguents. But we do not work for free, our forge hungers and my more esoteric works require... sacrifices. What can you offer us?"

>>2719080
>He stands confused
well what on earth would you want? Thrones? Hah!
The only thing of value i have is my sword arm and you have no use for that
Theres something specific you want, what is it.

>>2719088
"Well salvage from battles is a good start, replacement parts do not find themselves. Or if you can stand to leave your enemies alive, captives for my ritual works."
>The magos thinks for a second, his tape spools whiring and something clicks rhythemicaly under his robe.
"By the Dark Gods, we would even accept the promise of a future favor."

>>2719088
>He ponders for a moment
Actually there is something i can pay you with
Protection
There arent many in this regiment i would call both friendly and sane
Your new around here so you need something to make sure you arent jumped with all your shit stolen
You keep my weapons and gear maintained, as well as taking requisition requests and i can guarantee your safety, as well as a nice place to pursue your projects
What do you say?
>he holds out a veiny hand, wrapped in bloody bandages

>>2719096
>A mechadendrite is extended, tipped with a manipulator claw.
"I have been offered a posistion in the enginseers workshop, but we welcome a friendly relationship and a strong blade. We can make an agreement I think?"

>>2719102
You keep our shit working right, We make sure you dont get killed
Also collecting any scrap we find on the field
And if we need new shit crafted we will come to you.
Deal?

>>2719111
"This sounds perfectly fair."
>The sound of a dial-up modem issues from somewhere within the Magos's robes as data is transmitted to his servants.
"Have your men report to my servants for refitting immediately. I understand that we do not have much time before the battle."

>>2719116
It will be done.
And thank you, most people steer clear of us, given our reputation
I will address the men now
>he leaves

>A figure stumbles into the camp, his flak armour covered in dirt and fresh blood
>Although shrouded by layers of mud, the lazy blue glow of a plasma pistol is visible at his hip
>In his hand rests what appears to be a ritual dagger, except the length of a sword and covered in a hazy blue mist
>When close to him vague whispers can be heard, always coming from behind the person listening, never clear as to what the whispers say
>Unlike the rest of his armour his torso is free of any concealing marks, and on his torso lies the Mark of Malice, a symbol of Chaos Undivided whose spikes have turned inwards to strike at the wearer
>Looking upon the mess of a camp, with its scattered tents and wandering masses and corrupted mutants, he puts a hand to his mask and sighs deeply.
"What have the Gods cursed me with this time."

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>>2719183

“Alright men, we are moving out!”

>As Alpharius shouts his commands, the regiment’s 3 chimeras, 1 rhino, and 5 supply trucks being used as transports rumble out of motor pool. Renegades and cultists pile in, grasping battered lasguns, chaos marked autoguns, and various blades and blunt instruments.

>>2719361
>Lenny simply gets into a random chimera and doesn’t talk at all, seeing as he was just another scum waiting to die.

>>2719361
Hehehehhehee
>wheeeeeeze
>gurlge
it is time!!!
>he and the pox kin make their way into a supply truck

>>2719361
>Flagg is in custody at the airbase

>>2719368
>Chains himself to the roof of the truck

>>2719369
Not really an airbase, it’s more just a base that has some valkyries on it.

“Well then, spit it out scribe, how did you come to be here? We’re way out in the boons.”

Yes! Finally some damned action!
>his refurbished chainsword roars and spits excess fuel out of the vents!
For the slaughter!
>as his men climb into the chimera, he looks to the muster
Lenny! You coming or what!?

>>2719361
>Crusius and those of his servants who have been re-tooled board a truck. Whiring chain-blades, monofilament Scalpels, welding torches and other tools of the mechanicus repurposed for devastating effect.
>Crusius himself begins checking and re-checking a heavily modified Hellgun.

>>2719375
The paths of the forest are twisted, I seem to have lost my way...

>>2719376
“Yeah sure. Right after some schmuck around here shoots me in the head.”

>Lenny looks miserable, secretly hating absolutely everyone in the regiment other than Sparax and Brunhilde, whom have been actually decent to him.

>>2719361

Brunhilde would have gotten herself somewhat clean and not be a hazard to the rest of the regiment before quickly running over to walk by the transports, not entering them as the space would probably be reserved for people who weren't slaves... She wished she had her revolver though, that would make the combat she undoubtedly would get into a lot easier.

>>2719381
If anyone shoots you i will butcher them personally you have my word, now hurry up!
Other than me no one in my squad even has a gun, so were going to need your covering fire and grenades
Now hop in! the hour of battle is almost upon us!
>he looks angry, and excited. Miserable, and elated. A strange oxymoron of emotions that will drive him today

>>2719386
>Lenny gets in and sits beside Sparax, burying his face into his dirty palms before tightening his helmet on his head. Lenny begins thinking of ways to kill himself. Should he just should himself or go out with a bang and swallow a grenade? There was a total range of options that he could choose from to once and for all end his boundless despair and self-loathing. The fact that he’s had to witness 3 Slaaneshi orgies makes him want to shoot up the regiment and make columbine look like a picnic.

>>2719398
You look awful, take that out on the enemy.
>some of the slayers nod in agreement
I know youve suffered, so have i. Yet i fight on
Your a hard fucker you know that? these bastards wont know what hit em
>he bangs on the cab wall of the chimera
Driver! Take is unto the thick of it! right up the middle! run the bastards over to get us there for all i care!

>>2719373
My son! how are you up there?
>he begins praying to nurgle

>>2719408
"GOOD."
"THE AIR IS BRACING."
>BLECH?

>>2719404
“Please do. I want my death to be quick”

>Lenny charges some of his Las-magazines, thinking about just walking out into enemy gunfire to watch himself he ripped apart by bullets so he can finally smile for one last time

>>2719413
If you die to some stray bullet or you trip on a sharp rock im going to give your body to Barabass
>He drops a heavy hand on Lennys shoulder in reassurance
Bloody glory awaits
>He stands up as tall as he can without hitting his head and looks to his men
Slayers! Slay the strong slay the weak!
>they echo this back to him, their loud voices bounce off the walls of the Chimera, lenny gets a headache

>The vehicles rumble along for two hours at high speeds before Alpharius gives the signal to stop. He gets out of the rhino and stands atop it

"The enemy position is not far from here. Here is the plan: We will be sending a heavy weapons team to a nearby hilltop where they will have vision on the compound; from there, the team will first take out the vox array with a missile launcher, and then focus on enemy emplacements. They aren not to hit the valkyries; those are our primary targets to secure and take for our own. After the heavy weapon team's primary bombardment has shaken the enemy, the Khornate rhino will barrel straight into the gate, and the men inside will emerge to rip in tear. It is at that point the rest of us will move in. Any questions?"

>>2719380
"That so eh? You got lost quite a long ways. There isn't another settlement for miles. So then, why were you up here?"

>>2719457
>Is still chained to roof of truck
>The truck is now covered in filth
"Boss, uh, i'm stuck on truck."
"Can't untie myself."

>>2719462
>Flagg coughs black phlegm onto the table
I was performing a survey for the administratum on this world. Searching for new promethium deposits, things like that.

>>2719457
SLAY THE STRONG SLAY THE WEAK!!!
>Their chainswords rev, and a chill shudders down the spines of lesser troopers in the regiment as these blood thirsty killers lean towards the edge of insanity, as glorious battle ebbs closer.

>>2719464
>He zaps the rope, breaking it
It is time! show them the might of Nurgle!!!
>the Nurglings hanging from The plagueryns entrails and back begin to sing joyously

>Your lord and commander waits for a moment, before clenching his fist.

>The heavy weapons team, already stationed on the hill, fires its main payload. The comm tower collapses in a flaming heap. The team turns the rest of their weapons on the gate as alarms begin to blare

"KHORNATES! CHARGE!"

Rolled 15 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2719514
>He rushes in headfirst, chainsword howling doom as he swings it at the nearest Guardsmen he sees

Rolled 15 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2719523
>the door ramp drops, and out comes the screaming Slayers of Sparax
>they charge into the nearest group of guardsmen they see, chainswords roaring

>>2719523
>The Nurgle Chimera crashes through the gate as the guardsmen run about in confusion, picking up weapons still even as the Khornates shout

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

>And begin to RIP AND TEAR


"The rest of you, charge!"

Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2719529
>The Plaguegryn smashes through the enemy guardsman, hoping to find another Ogryn to fight, or save, from the guardsmen.
"FATHER FORGIVE YOU!"

Rolled 53 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2719529
>the bells toll, the flames roar and the terrible green fog emerges from them as he attempts to manifest Winds of Plague on the left flank
heheheh...AHHHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!
>COUGH

>>2719529
>Crusius directs his servants forward to provide support for his erstwhile ally. Blades flash, chain-knive hum to life and one welding torch releases a gout of gas powered flame.
>Crusius himself stays back, looking for high value targets to target with his powerful hellgun.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2719529
>they wheeze and struggle to breathe through their defiled masks as they fire their autoguns at the gaurdsmen

Rolled 10, 14 = 24 (2d20)

>>2719541
No dice?

Rolled 6, 16, 16, 20 = 58 (4d20)

>>2719529
>The rank and file of the regiment charges in, guns firing, blades swiping

Rolled 9, 19, 7, 15, 17, 13 = 80 (6d20)

>>2719536
>Boilspew chops his way through 7 guardsmen as seven nurglings spill from his guts to scammer about the enemy.

>His charge is stopped by a massive abhuman in riot gear, a bullgryn

"YOU NO HURT EMPEROR!"

>It smashes its shield into Boilspew. First roll.

>>2719537
>Several of the guardsmen of weaker constitution fall down into coughing fits. One, before he dies, grits his teeth and lobs a frak grenade at Barabass. Second roll.

>>2719542
>The Nurglite guardsmen mow down their loyalist counterparts. Resistance is given in the form of a heavy bolter and its crew behind some sandbags. Third roll.

>>2719545
>The servitors descend upon the fallen and fleeing, and Crusisus's hellgun kills a man who dared turn his back to the man. A guardsman with a flamer lets it loose on the servitors. Fourth roll.

>>2719576
>The regiment pours into the gate, largely securing the area as shots are placed to wound, but not to kill; slaves for later, of corse.


>Even with these men dead, the enemy still remains, rallying together. They charge from the back of the base. Several squads of guardsmen, an elite looking squad clad in carapace armor, a leman russ, and a hellhound come in to view. Some of the new arrivals are able to open fire on the rank and file of the regiment. Fifth and sixth rolls.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2719596
>Slams his bell into the ground as the Bullgryns shield glances off his blubbery fat
"NO! I SERVE PAPA EMPEROR, THEY THE TRAITORS!"
>Pointing at Imperials
"SMASH DEM!"
(Rolling for social instead of attacking)

>>2719607
>blasted inhalf, spilling pus, maggots and worms all over the ground
>he lets out a mighty wheeze
AGHHHHH!!!! YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!
>Still gripping his staff in his right hand, he attempts to regrow his lost limbs

Rolled 23 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2719612
>bleck

>>2719614
My son!
>bleck
I need assistance!
>cough

Rolled 9 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2719596

Brunhilde, not exactly liking her chances stuck with nothing but a knife at the moment, tried to go at this from a different approach. The goal was to get the aircraft in the base, the valkyries. So, she thought that while the guards where distracted with the whole 'entire regiment of chaos attacking' thing she could probably sneak into the base and possibly get into one of the crafts and provide much more support than she would otherwise be able to if she was able to figure out how to fly it. So, she started to sneak in from one of the directions the regiment wasn't attacking from, trying to get to one of the valkyries.

>>2719633
>The Plaguegryn seems torn between helping you and continuing his conversion effort of his brethren
>As he turns to start moving to help you, stuff happens

Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>After splitting a mans head in half, he looks for more prey, he spots the heavy bolter chewing up the welps in the rear
Slayers! Break their backs!!!!
>He charges with unholy speed, chainsword roaring and spitting blood from its last meal

Rolled 2 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2719654
>They madly charge, screaming incoherently at their target

>>2719639
> having spent some time cleaning his hand from the skunk in Burnhildes hair he catches up slightly late

> he lands next to the poorly sneaking Burnhilde

i forgot to arm you my bad the stink was making it hard to think

> hands her the revolver

were you trying to sneak?


and dont try anything with that swetie

>>2719886

Brunhilde would take the revolver silently before putting it away, needless to say, she felt a bit embarrassed at how she was so quickly and easily spotted by her master. At least she had her revolver now, it was much better than a knife after all, and she knew how to shoot more then she knew how to stab. A bit of her also felt insulted at how her master thought she might use it against him, the only people she could think of using it on where the ones fighting the regiment...or Seven if he caught her with Catalina, but that was besides the point.

>>2719892
> touches the tracker

so you wanna get back in the air? i would like that as then i get it and its kept out of the hands of the poxbags

>>2719897

Brunhilde nodded, smiling a bit. She would like to be able to fly around once again, maybe she could even officially get 100 confirmed aerial victories in time. However, she did wonder how exactly one flew the aircraft the Imperium used, but again, it was something that surely wasn't too different from what she was use to, right?

Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2719596
>Salfrin jumps on the bullgryn, wielding hus poisoned dagger and attempts to slit his throat
Shhh...

>>2719898
god girl

now lets have some fun shall we.

> smiles at her

when I get more slaves you can take care of them when I’m busy

>>2719908

"Yes, lets." Brunhilde would say grinning as she continued on her way, although she would stop for a moment to say "And thank you, I'll make sure to treat them well if when you get them, master."

Rolled 19, 1 = 20 (2d20)

>>2719911
> he lets her walk first not exactly knowing what to expect he also signals his men to engage in the fighting

just make sure they behave swetie

>>2719596

> the partisans having stayed in the back now join the fight a krack missile being shoot at the hellhound(first roll) and the others try to move up the side straight towards the Valkyries trying to incapacitate all enemies in the area

Rolled 12, 17 = 29 (2d20)

>>2719596
>Crusius's unholy servitors burn, the sickening smell of charred flesh wafting across the battlefield, but they are resiliant beyond mortal men. Their blades continue; snicker-snak.
>Crusius finds a taget for his high powered weapon, the storm troopers. He modulates his frequencies and takes carful aim.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2719596
>Lenny throws a Krak Grenade, aiming to land perfectly in the barrel of the Leman Russ.

Rolled 6, 1, 5, 1, 5, 19, 3, 9, 7 = 56 (9d20)

>>2719607
"NO! YOU BAD MAN!"
>It's loyalty is unbreakable. It slams you with its shield again. First roll.

>>2719612
>>2719614
>>2719633
>A guardsman, a survivor of the plague winds, turns his lasnun on Barabass

"DIE WITCH!"

>Second roll.

>>2719639
>Brunhilde goes prone, sneaking around the epermineter of the fight, half playing dead... that is, until the feels a bayonet touch her back

"Tricksy little mutant, life is for the loyal!"

>He stabs with his bayonet. Third roll. +2 due to situation.

>>2719654
>Sparax savagely embeds his chainsword into a guardsman before ripping it back out, splattering himself with the man's blood.

>A sergeant growls and hefts his own chainsword

"I'll kill you for that! AHHHH!"

>Fourth roll

>>2719659
>As the Slayers charge, their targets affix bayonets and fire shots, causing the charging berserkers to peel off. Unfortunately, they peel off a bit too close to the hellhound, which opens fire on them. Fifth roll. +2 due to situational.

>>2719905
>The nihilistic chaos man jumps on the back of the bullygryn and slits its throat. War blood pours out and...

"THAT HURT! BAD MAN! BAD MAN!"

>It seems that it will take a little bit more to kill this thing.

>>2719913
>The krak missile flies towards the hellhound with utmost precision, hitting the turret and wrecking its firing mechanism.

>Meanwhile, some other partisans make their way towards the valkyries... unforunteatly, as they round the corner, their position is fired upon by frag missiles! They are entirely caught off guard! Sixth roll, +2 due to situational.

>>2719926
>The servitors, in their slow advance, fell a few more men. The leman russ fires its cannons at them. Seventh roll.

>Meanwhile, Crusisus downs three storm troopers in quick succession before one turns his plasma gun on the heretek. Eighth roll.

>>2719993
>The grenade sails through the air, but a high wind pushes it away from the russ and into a pile of dead bodies. A guardsman, fires his lasnun at Lenny. Ninth roll.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2720046
>Cogran drives up in Russy
sorry I am late
Fire at that Russ would you kindly.
>he fires Russys main gun at the loyalist Leaman Russ

Rolled 6 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720046

Feeling the bayonet touch her back, and hearing what the soldier doing it had said, Brunhilde would quickly roll and kick the bayonet away before it could stab her. Getting to her feet she simply would say "I am loyal, just never to that cadaver you Imperials love to praise so much." She then would quickly take the revolver out of her jacket before shooting at the soldier, aiming not to kill however, but to incapacitate.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>2720046
>Flagg hears the commotion outside
For the dark gods,
>he whispers under his breathe
>he tries to force a change

Rolled 11 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720046
>the inaccurate burst of heavy bolter fire misses most of its targets, however one soul wasnt so lucky and was blasted to bits, showering his former comrades with steaming blood, however they press on to the heavy bolter team, howling doom in their wake

Rolled 11, 4 = 15 (2d20)

>>2720046
> the frag missile explodes with perfect timing killing or wounding the entire partisan team

> the main partisan Group move towards Jaan fighting as they move (first roll)

loyal to whom?

> he uses his wings to launch himself on the guardsman fighting Burnhilde aiming to bite him venom dripping from his fangs and sword drawn(second roll)

Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720046
>He makes a little bow and draws a shortsword from his cloak
>He then makes a quick stabbing motion at ogryns bleeding throat
I should get a poison worth a dime

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2720046
>He dodges the sergeants chainblade with deft ease, then swings back with his roaring gore pig of a sword, aimed at the sergeants face

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2720046
"Defend the pox master!!!"
>they fire at the plague wind survivors

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>2720046
OH NOS!!!
>reeee
WE GOTZ TA HELP PAPA!!!
>They scatter around, looking for Barabass' pieces and try to put him back together humpty dumpty style

>>2720046
>Bleck!
You cannot harm me mortal, even in pieces i endure!
>He hefts himself, leaning on his staff as a crutch
>blllek

Rolled 15, 3, 14 = 32 (3d20)

>>2720046
>The regiment fires into the enemy. First 2 rolls are lasguns and weak melee, third roll is heavier weapons

Rolled 16, 5, 3, 3, 16, 19, 6 = 68 (7d20)

>>2720057
>Russy's cannon fails to pierce the enemy armor. She fumes as growls.

>The russ returns fire. First roll.

>>2720062
>She fires twice, but both shots miss. The guardsman levels his lasgun and opens fire at her. Second roll.

>>2720064
"Wait, what are y-"
>Flagg changes, knocking down the wall and several guardsmen with his expanding bulk.

>>2720068
>The slayers manage to cut down the man with the heavy bolter as they leap over the sandbags, however the rest of the crew fights back with bayonets and chain swords. Third roll.

>>2720069
>Their autoguns fire at swathes of guardsmen, however the guardsman flak armor proves its little worth and protects most of them, only a few falling to the fire. Their targets return fire. Forth roll.

>The man dodges Jaan's bite.

>>2720070
>The blade embeds itself in the ogryn's throat, but his jerking motions rip it away from Salfrin's hand even as it says within the abhuman's throat.

"AHHH! FOR EMPEROR!"

>The Ogryn attempts to duplex Salfrin. Fifth roll.

>>2720072
>The suruviors of the plague wind, already weakened, can put little defense to the onslaught.

>However, the pox kin are unable to focus on another target, the tempestus scions, as they turn their guns on them. Sixth roll.

>>2720073
>Yeah... those limbs are gone.

>The helhound, its main guns down, drives forward, attempting to crush the nurglings. Seventh roll.

>>2720099
>More guardsmen and a few scions fall to the regiment's fire, and some dents are made in the remaining enemy armor.

>However, not all is going according to plan, as one of the valkyries takes to the air and turns its guns on the regiment, readying to fire soon.

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>2720104
>1 - khorne, 2 - nurgle, 3 - slaanesh, 4 - tzeentch

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720104

Brunhilde, annoyed both at her poor aim and at the fact one of the crafts are in the air now tries to put a few shots into the soldiers leg before running to try and get to one of the remaining aircraft in the base.

Rolled 15 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720104
>Suplex is successful
>Salfrin uses this moment to stab the ogryn in the head with his dagger, hopefully reaching the brain

>>2720109
>bronze horns form to top Flagg's skull, twisting in form to make a facsimile of the blood god's crest
>from his shoulder sprouts a bony mass that writhes as it takes the shape of a new limb, ending in an axe of bone over which his skin is stretched taut
>Flagg's other arm loses its bones entirely, becoming a tentacle brimming with corded muscle
>his feet crack as they take the shape of daemonic hooves
>his face is twisted into a horrific visage capable of uttering only one thing
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!!

Rolled 8, 19 = 27 (2d20)

>>2720104
men protect the slave she will get a aircraft for the prince. ill take care of this pathetic corpse fucker

> the partisans follow burnhilde trying to clear the way for her to steal an aircraft and incapacitate as many loyalists as posible (first roll)

> Jaan atempts to once again bite the guardsman (second roll)

just surender it will be best for you

Rolled 1 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720046
>The guardsman misses and Lenny aims his lasgun to the head of the enemy guardsman

“I’m sorry brother...”

>>2720104
>8 of the 17 drop, either dead or wounded, the Nurglings drag the bodys back to the trucks regardless

Rolled 23 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2720117
>Raspy gasp
My boys!!
TIME FOR DEATH
OOOOOOOOOOORRLRLLLLLELRLRLRLL!!!!!!!!!!!
>he casts smite at the scions

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2720104
>the shot hits Russy on one of the spontoon guns disabling it.
Russy Destroy that tank show it what a true tank looks like
>Russy Shoots the Russ again

Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720104
"LET ME HELP LITTLE MAN."
>Attempting to Impale the Ogryn with the bell

Rolled 16 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2720104
>he notices the hot shot fire from the scions, he spys his next victim, the Tempestor
>as he charges, his blood runs hot and he howls
SLAY THE WEAK SLAY THE STRONG!!!
>and the slayers echo him

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720182
SLAY THE WEAK SLAY THE STRONG!!!!
>they charge the scion squad, chainblades roaring and spitting the blood and gore from their previous victims

Rolled 2, 7, 10, 17, 11, 11, 5, 8 = 71 (8d20)

>>2720111
>The man takes a shot to the leg and goes down, but on his way down curses and fires at the fleeing cat woman. First roll, -1 situational.

>>2720113
>The dagger goes right through the ogryn's eye and into his brain, killing it dead. unfortunately, you have pulled it down with you, and it is quite heavy; it's falling towards you! Second roll, -2 situational.

>>2720114
>A few men scream of terror, and one shoots a flamer at Flagg. Third roll.

>>2720115
>They largely fail to incapacitate the loyalists, however Jaan's teeth sink into the man's neck and he goes stiff.

>The airborne valkyrie fires at the partisans protecting Brunhilde with its heavy bolter. Fourth roll.

>>2720116
>*Click*
>Shit, the power pack is empty.
"I am no brother of yours!"
>The guardsman fires again at Lenny. Fifth roll.

>>2720120
>The empyrean pulses as the warp goes wild. Those near Barabass clutch their heads in pain and enter a murderous frenzy against friend and foe. One of them lunges towards barabass with a knife. Sixth roll.

>>2720130
>One of the enemy sponsons is damaged.
>It fires its weapons back at Russy. Seventh roll.

>>2720164
>The dead ogryn is now on the bell. For good measure, the bell rings, the ogryn catches a green flame, and then explodes in a shower of rotting gore which lands on some nearby guardsmen, melting them into sickly puddles.

>>2720182
>The tempestor raises a blade to parry, but Spaeax cuts straight through it and into the man's neck, removing his skull from his body.

>>2720183
>The scions are fighting back strong, only one of their number dies before they retaliate. Eighth roll.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2720210
>the enemy Russ misses Russy its shots going into the trees.
>Russy fires back at the enemy Russ

Rolled 3 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720210
>Salfrin is left unharmed by the fall and quickly gets up
Well this one's done, now for the next
>He wanders out into the melee, attacking whoever is the most important looking, or just crippling guardsmen for continued slavery, whatever comes first

Rolled 18 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720210
>bleeck!!!
You cannot defeat me! Behold! Cut in twain yet i persist!!
>he burps up some green mush that in a time past was his spleeen
>he reaches into the massive cavity and looks around to see if his stubb pistol is still in there,
>he pulls it out and fires a rusted bullet at them

>>2720210
>He claims the tempestors skull for khorne, taking the turn to tie it onto his belt, he also takes the jacket, its a nice fucking jacket

Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720210
>2 of the men take some damage, nothing fatal as they are battle tested and fight on
"PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY"
> one crys out as they continue to hack and cut

Rolled 2 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>2720210
>Driven into a frenzy they attack eachother!

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2720210
>the flames wash over its skin, yet it persists as if they were a cool mist
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!
>it swings its axe-limb at neck level, trying to decapitate as many guardsmen as possible

Rolled 5 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2720221
>With the malignant energy of the Bell still in the air, Boilspew rushs over to Barabass
>Hoisting him over his shoulder, he runs back into combat, charging at the Tempestus Scions
>Attempting to lift a scion and throw him at the Valkyrie

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2720210

Brunhilde would just continue to try getting to one of the Valkyries now that a nuisance in the form of that one soldier was now gone. She wondered how different it would be to fly the thing, along with how hard it would be to look behind them with the box like shape of the craft but she could only find that out if she got to it, so she hurried to try and get in one as soon as possible.

Rolled 1, 19 = 20 (2d20)

>>2720210
> jaan takes the paralysed man to the krack team tellin them to make sure no one steal the new slave

> the partisans fail to find cover from the valkyre 2 of the 6 in rhe group are hit and incapacitated the remaining 4 continue folowing burhilde shooting at the ground forces aiming to incapacitate (first roll)

> Jaan having dealt with the loyalist fly towards the valkyre and takes out his autogun

> he uses the autogun to atempt to shoot the one in the cokpit (second roll)

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>The 58 Nurglings prowl the battlefield for the incapacitated, the sick and the mortally wounded, to take back home and give them to Nurlge
HIPPITY HOPPITY
WHERE OH WHERE IS PAPA'S PROPERTY???

Rolled 9, 19 = 28 (2d20)

>>2720214
>Russy's cannon jams.
>The enemy russ fires back. First roll.

>>2720219
>Salfrin enters combat with the scions, but fails to pierce their carapace armor. One returns the favor with a combat knife. Second roll.

>>2720221
>The man dies, falling over into a pile of corpses

>>2720228
>Lookin' fine.

>>2720234
>The rest of the scions falls to the fury of Khorne

>>2720238
>The Pox kin weakly slap each other

>>2720243
>The few standing guardsmen are largely able to flee, except for a few

>>2720246
>Barabass is not very aerodynamic. He goes about 3 feet.

>>2720254
>The controls are comfortingly familiar. You are able to activate the valkyrie.

>>2720270
>The nurglings find many dying men, sick and mortally wounded. Not many of them are vert good cultist material, however, there IS the walking pox you could consider.

>>2720256
>The shot pierces the cockpit and kills the pilot. The valkyrie lists and begins to crash down towards the battle.

>Everyone except Brunhilde and Jaan roll a 1d100.

>>2720275
YOUR GOING INTO THE MUD YOU ARE
HEHEHEHHE
YAY MORE SOULS FOR PAPA
>they proceed to laugh and sing as conga lines carry them away

>>2720275
>Diving onto Barabass and tanking the wreckage to protect the Sorcerer
>The carapace on his back protects him, partially, but there is now what appears to be part of the Valkyries guns lodged in his lower back
>Blech

Rolled 50 (1d100)

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2720275
>Knife pierces his armor and hits him in the ribs
>He's about to counterattack the scion but upon seeing the valkyrie he kicks him out of the way and tries to get away

>>2720275
Take everything that can be used! Carve the mark of khorne on the weapons and armor to claim it as ours!
Anyone who misses anything or breaks something answers to me!
>Sparax claims the tempestors hotshot lazpistol as his own, tossing the stub revolver aside

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2720275

>>2720281
>a splatting sound emits from underneath Barabass' "special" child, as most of his organ mush is squeezed out, however, its not like he was using it anyway

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2720275
>>2720283
>The Valkyrie misses Russy
>the enemy Russ shot don’t pierce Russys front armour
shit Russy RAM THAT SHIT
>Russy drives at full speed at the enemy Russ
>>2720286
THE SALVAGE IS MINE DONT YOU DARE TUTCH THE VEHECLES

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>O7 just looks on in disappointment as the chaos forces begin to start fighting over loot.

Sigh...
>he goes and claims the body of a fallen tempestor, dragging it along behind him as he goes through the carnage left in the regiments wake, and looks for exotic equipment hidden in the deepest parts of the armoury or information to assist in his scheme against the governer

>>2720275
> as the Valkyrie starts to crash he jumps of it

i think he said he wanted all of those

> he flies to the Valkyrie piloted by Burnhilde and lands on the roof surfing on the aircraft

>>2720281
>Boilspew protects Barabass, and takes the full force of the valkyrie crashing down.

>Luckily, it does not crash directly onto him, just near him. It crashes directly on the enemy leman russ.

>>2720283
>Safe inside Russy

>>2720284
>Dashes away fine

>>2720288
>Protected by his twisted bulk

>>2720300
>It sent flying into a wall

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2720275

Pleased with how the controls for the aircraft were similar despite the crafts differences she would make a quick check to make sure the craft was fine and ready for battle before taking off into the sky, happy once again to be in the air. She would look behind her seat every once and a while, an old habit that saved her life in the past, but now it was time for some CAS.

Rolled 6 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>2720308
>Climbs out of Russy with a fire extinguisher and starts trying to salvage the enemy Russ

>>2720308
>Is skewered by a 5 ft long piece of jagged metal, going through his lower back like a kebab.
>Spits out black bile onto Barabass, who is underneath him
"Save you Father."
>Blech
>Stumbling to feet
>The usually strong and hearty Ogryn is pale, as pale as a green monstrosity can be
>Leaning heavily on his Greatbell, he drags Barabass in one arm, and walks with the Bell in the other
>The remaining Nurglite forces harken to the bell and follow him to the supply truck where the Nurglings had loaded up those destined to be submitted to the pox-walker virus
>Inhaling and breathing out on each of these people, gifting them with the pox-walker virus, the Plaguegryn buckles in Barabass, heaves a sigh, falls into the truck and falls asleep

Rolled 5 + 20 (1d40 + 20)

>>2720315
>The wrecked Russ is very wrecked. It has a Valkyrie part way through it. Not a lot of good salvage here.

>There are (roll) surviving enemy in various states of injury throughout the base. 1/20th of them are tempestus scions.

>>2720319
>blech!
Be easy!
>burble
I am fragile!
>blech

>>2720329
>Blech
>Snore
>Blech

>>2720310

After making a few passes, not seeing any enemies to unload a few bullets and or explosives on, Brunhilde would decide instead to try out a few evasive and elegant maneuvers to make sure she wasn't rusty or the craft couldn't properly do them. After this, she would land the aircraft feeling quite satisfied and happy with the fact she could fly again.

>Carrying their new gear which will be appropriated upon returning home, the Slayers and their master go about collecting the heads of those theyve slain, meanwhile bickering about who killed more n such, but no one questions Sparax...They know better than that

>>2720308
> jaan jumps of the Valkyre landing on the ground
as the partisans colect thier wounded

> Jaam starts to look over the wounded enemies from the crach trying to pick out the ones in better shape to claim for the partisans

>>2720334
>they round up the remaining scions and tie them, smack em around a bit while their at it
Sparax "You all fought well today, you lost but there is no shame in it. You can live on honorably in the Slayers, or live on pathetic and short lives as slaves in our warband.
I make you this offer once.
Decide.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>2720308
>He walks over to the ruins and dusts off his cloak and begins to look around for an accordion
>>2720326
I claim two of them

>>2720326
>Nurglings take three of the less injured that are able to be used as slaves and loads them into the Nurgle supply truck
>Taking two more and giving them to the Tzeentchians for the holy number of Nurgle and as a charitable act for the less fortunate

“Well would you look at that, 25 captives. The worshippers of each god shall receive 5, while I myself shall take 5. Impress me and you may receive some of my stock!”

>He looks at the crash Valkyrie
“What a waste. Somebody get to salvaging that! We may be able to make use of it still!”

>He looks up at Brunhilde

“And tell her to land that thing! The rest of you get to salvaging and looting! There will be other supplies and vehicles here to take!”

>Alpharius looks over The now captured outpost

“Hmm... should we occupy this place with a small force, utterly destroy it, leave a message to any who find it, or simply clean up, leave a few angenta, and act as though all is well?”

>>2720354
Ummm my lord, numbers do not add up

Rolled 32 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>2720354
will do comander
>Cogran tries to salvege anything usable from the Valkyrie

>>2720362
“What do you mean?”

>>2720354
>The pale Plaguegryn heads over to Alpharius keeping a healthy distance
"Boss,"
>Cough
"We're givin the tricky ones uh.."
>Holds up two fingers
"This many slaves."

>>2720354
>the spawn has used the blood of its victims to paint a sigil of khorne on the runway
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
>it screams

>>2720354
yes lord alpharius she will land it

> he contacts Burnhilde

swetie can land now you migth get to fly more later if you behave

>>2720364
You said worshippers of all gods, there are 5 different worshipped gods, 5 for each group makes 25, and 5 for you makes that 30.
I, by myself unfortunetly, of course don't need 5 of them, two or three would be prefectly satisfactory

>>2720373
“There are only 4 gods you idiot. If you are one of those madmen who believe in a fifth, you do not get any slaves.”

>>2720352
An unexpected surprise from the plaguefather’s minions. Thank you for this.
>>2720308
>I don’t know what this means

>O7 rounds up a number of slaves out of the survivors

So, it looks like you’ve lost.
That’s unfortunate for you, but this might not have to be the end.

Would you care to make a deal with the ruinous powers anyone?
>>2720354
Lord Alpharius, a moment of your time if you will.

I would personally advise that we take this opportunity to further mislead the imperial forces.

We simply take a marginal effort to make it look as if our assault was repelled and that we fled north east, away from our mountain keep.

We make it as if the leader of the outpost here wrote about our retreat and that all of the guard here later died of nurgle rot.

It may take considerable effort however we could possibly send the imperials on a wild goose chase away from us, as we have little chance of maintaining our cover after this frontal assault.

They will know Chaos was involved soon either way.

>>2720375
I believe the cultist by the name of Safrin worships Malak

>>2720347
>The scion spits at Sparax
“Die heretic.”

>Following his example, tells other four guardsmen do the same

>>2720383
“Good idea with the misdirection. Choose your agents. They will stay behind to clean up, and then they will lay out the false trail.”

“And that Malak god is fake, and if he was real, I think everyone would shit on him.”

>>2720375
>Grumbles under his breath
Aren't you an inspiring leader
>He coughts a bit
Shame, would've been less lonely, guess this will do
>He grabs a newly found accordion and walks off
>>2720383
Its Malal, also known as Malice

>>2720388
Understood lord Alpharius, it will be done.
>he calls out two random tzeenchians he beat at a dice game the other day to assist him
>>2720389
Recaf Decaf, same difference.

>>2720363
>You pull out a few turbines. Looking at them, you are slightly tempted to make a jump pack, a la an Ork stormboy. Besides that, you are able to salvage a few weapons and vital components you can use as spare parts

>>2720395
Fair enough, gods have many names

Rolled 94 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>2720398
>He puts them into Russy.
Now any vehicles I can salvage
>He tries to find any vehicles he can salvage

>>2720333

Having landed! Brunhilde would simply sit in the cockpit for a few minutes, still quite happy with how wonderful it was to be able to fly again, though once she got out of the thing her emotions didn't change, still extremely happy with how things turned out. She wondered what was going to happen now, along with who would join her as Jaan's slaves. She also would wonder how Catalina was doing, hoping that if seven had more slaves he would be less focused on Catalina allowing her to speak with her more and spend more time with her.

>>2720354
now you five here lets se

>looks at each and every one of them individually

you know what I’m going to give you all an choice here.

either you end up like Bob over there and i bite you paralysing you as we take you back to our camp to become slaves

or you can make the choice not to resist and come with us back the camp to become slaves

> he smiles widely showing his fangs

there is also the option for you to accept the prince of pleasure the most glorious and delightful slaanesh in your heart and join us

> he spreads out his wings behind him

your choice

>>2720406
>Two nervously join, the other three refused to give up their loyalty

>>2720384
So be it,
>he smacks him upside the head with the back side of his chainblade
TEACH HIM! TEACH HIM TIL HE PASSES OUT
>the slayers proceed to kick the shit out of the tied up scion

>>2720403
>The hellhound is actually entirely fine besides the turret, which really just needs the barrel to be swapped out.

>You find 2 armored sentinels in a garage.

>Also there’s the other Valkyrie still on its landing pad; the others of course one being crashed and another flown by Brunhilde

>>2720409
> looks at the ones that refuse

oh so delightful you will love this eventually

> on each of them he delivers a drawn-out bite on the neck drinking some of their blood while he is at it. Directly afterwards someone comes by bandaging the bite wound

> to the second one

i must tell you, your taste is wonderful

> chuckles

> when he is done with them he turns to the new recruits

so you two i want to know you but first lets get you back to base so you can get to know your new friends

>>2720419
> he opens Russys trunk and dragging SLAVE out of it
SLAVE you will drive that hell hound in the convoy. and if you try to escape there are way scarier people that me around here and you still have that collar.
>The armoured sentinels he puts on a sled that is attached to Russy with a cable.
>he than walks up to alpharius
Commander I have found additional vehicles and another Valkyrie 2 armoured sentinels and the hellhound is will be good after a day or so

>>2720430
>Slave yelps and gets in the hellhound. He honks the horns, and turns on the windshield wipers

“Thank you Cogran.”

>>2720405
> after finishing up the new slaves and recruits he walks up to the Valkyrie were Burnhile is siting opening the cockpit

you did well today sweetie

> scratches between her ears with some force

i am proud of you

>>2720464

Just as Brunhilde was about to open the cockpit and leave, it seemed Jaan had arrived himself and with praise and with scratching behind the ears. Unlike before, with Jaan using some force instead of just lightly scratching, Brunhilde felt quite relaxed from Jaan doing that. She moved her head a bit down as he did so are said "Thank you master, I'm glad I was able too meet your expectations."

>>2720477
good girl

> he offers her a hand in getting out of the cockpit

you liked that? I’ll make sure to get you a sleeping spot in the bedroom when we move into the cave

>Under the Alpha legionaire's watchful eye, all supplies and vehicles are loaded up. Alpharius personally pilots one of the valkyries as the regiment returns to their base, leaving behind a small group of tzeenchian agents to leave a false trail.

>Later that night, those important or curious are gathered to the war room, either to sit at the table or to gather at the edges of the room to watch

"We have done well today. It is unfortunate that more captive could not be taken, but such is the way of things. However, it brings up a glaring flaw: we lack the manpower and influence to be anything besides a thorn in the Imperium's side at the moment. Therefor, our next move should be to expand in one of those areas. I am open to suggestions on how we should proceed."

>>2720498
Simply raising manpower and equipment will be slow going. Our efforts to expand will be greeted with increasing, highly dangerous resistance.

However we also cannot go undetected forever.

Our best bet is to plant agents or corrupt those in power, without men on the inside we cannot win this planet.

>>2720498
Infiltration and making of proxy and new cults in major and/or minor settlements, slowly but surely building our influence...or we could weaken Imperials on the planet by starting a civil war of some kind and them wiping out the "victor"

>>2720484

She grabbed Jaans hand and accepted his help out of the cockpit, seemingly ecstatic at the moment. While the day started out fairly bad with that dream not going as hoped and leaving her feeling bad after it passed, it seemed things turned around quite a bit with how she actually was able to fly around now and she was praised for her work. Thinking about what could make this day better made her think of Catalina and she wondered if Jaan might actually get her as a gift sometime soon. Though being able to rest her head in the nicest room Jaan would have in the base pleased her a fair bit and was a fairly good gift already, especially considering how Jaan doubted Seven would give up Catalina. She didn't say anything, but it was quite clear words weren't needed to express how she felt.

>>2720505
>it vomits blood

>>2720498
>A scrawny man with no skin on his hands and a wrap around his face speaks up, his voice is raspy
I-i am representing my Lord while he recovers in the pool of nurgle, Lord alpharius lord sir,
>He looks down at a filthy parchtment for a moment, reading the orders to himself before repeating them
My Lord recommends that we claim the dead, apparently there was some sort of prison camp with a high death toll
>COUUGH
If we salvage corpses from it, my Lord believes he can ressurect a large quantity of them as thralls, or turn them into pox walkers. My lord....

>>2720510
"Tell him that that camp is over 100 miles away and in our formal operation area, and is likely not there any more."

>>2720505
> he takes her back to the base, and lets her rest Bob having been tied up and placed in the midle of the room

whatever he says his name is refer to him only as bob

> he then goes to the strategy meeting

>>2720498
i would recommend trying to influence the locals, establishing a powerbase to get basic supplies and manpower from.

i could try to do this as me and my men are generally not yet seen as hostile by the forest folk so we should be able to infiltrate the villages and turn them fully to our side for the glory of the prince

>>2720516

Brunhilde would enjoy the time going back to the base, although she would have enjoyed it more if she flew back to the base. Still she was pleased with everything that had happened so far. Once she was told about bob she merely nodded and waited for Jaan to wander off before she herself went to go give Catalina a visit if she could. Seven would be distracted right now after all, and she hadn't talked to her yet today.

>>2720510
>Falls into pond
>Metal kebab in him melts
>Contracts Nurgles Rot
>BLECH

>>2720498
I suggest we capture their industry so as without it their war machine cant function

>>2720531
you know they might get stuff from of world

>>2720537
The usually don’t ship in arms for the PDF from of world

>Three Nurgle cultists around the pond of Nurgle gather their diseases and plagues together and disperse to nearby villages, spreading plague and disease and promising succour
>The process of turning the former tribal villages to Chaos has begun

>>2720537
It only opens possibilities for piracy, and some of that equipment could also...get lost if right people are bribed/threatened

>>2720554
are you sure we are in a position to bribe or threaten anyone from here?

and piracy? you mean of the transports? we have no space faring vessels right now

>>2720568
I mean later, once cults and outside cells are set up

Rolled 12, 13, 70 + 70 = 165 (3d100 + 70)

>>2720551
>The success of the infiltrated Nurgle Cultists

>>2720581
>The literally rotting men are quickly shot by locals when they approached. Luckily, they are paranoid yokels, so the Imperium is never informed of these incidents

>>2720501
"How do you propose we put people in places of power? We are out in the wilderness."

>>2720501
>The Plaguegryn, keeping his distance rings his bell and calls out
"Uh, Numbah seven!"
"We need you help!"

>>2720594
>The enslaved sister of battle hobbles out on her crutches

"Why do you want the master?"

>>2720594
Sigh, what is it?
>>2720593
It would obviously require placing agents in the cities of course, but the rewards outweigh the risks