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You are one of the Emperor’s uncounted menial subjects on the Hive World, of Limbo-7, a world with seven towering Mega-cities reaching out to the heavens, each serving as a cramped habitat for billions of people with thousands upon thousands of manufactorums on each city, producing vast quantities of various commonplace goods to the Emperor’s realms. Of these great hive-cities you live in the Capital of the planet, Hive Goliath where the Despotic Planetary Governor oversees the planet in the Emperor’s name atop his great spire which stands so tall that no rain falls upon it.

Your world is organized into Hab-clans regulated by the Trade Guilds of the planet, whose merchant militias uphold the order in the part of the Hive-city. Those who live without the protection of their community tend to either be exploited ruthlessly or join gangs and cults creeping within the hive, contributing to the crime within the city.

Your hab-clan has served the Emperor under the Removalist Guild for centuries alongside with a handful of allied habs. The Jobs of the Removalist guild are dirty and physically demanding from helping with distraint of goods alongside the trade militias to the ever abundant corpse hauling jobs where the deceased need be transported to processing. Regardless of the distasteful nature of these jobs, the Guild has been generous to your clan. Few if any members of your clan suffer from malnutrition and the hab even possesses enough water rations to maintain functioning communal showers.

Welcome to the 41st millenium.

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The Rules of this game will be largely following those from Only War, which means vast majority of rolls will not be Best out of Three. Instead, to gain more dice rolls, you must gain more companions who will roll for same dice separately, spend fate points for a reroll or acquire talents which allow you to do so.

This is my first time running with this system, so feel free to point out any mistakes I make if you’re familiar with Only War.

Let’s start with rolling for your stats then.
I need 18d10 for your stats and 1d5 for extra wounds. Highest out of the first 3 shall be your starting stats. Wounds are essentially health points.

Additionally, I will need you to pick one of the character classes.
Aptitudes determine the experience discounts you get for purchases when spending experience

>Heavy Gunner: Starting wounds 10+1d5
>+++Aptitudes: Ballistic Skill, Defence, Fellowship, Offence, Perception, Toughness+++

>Sergeant: Starting wounds 10+1d5
>+++Aptitudes: Defence, Fellowship, Leadership, Perception, Strength, Toughness, Weapon Skill+++

>Weapon Specialist: Starting wounds 8+1d5
>+++Aptitudes: Agility, Ballistic Skill, Fellowship, Fieldcraft, Finesse, Weapon Skill+++


>Select your Name:

>Write-in:

>Lars Barstrad
>Nicolai Zenchikov
>Ruben Fletcher
>Chad Stallion
>Richard Shaft
>Gregor Mckain
>Max Fightmaster
>Rad Heroman
>Rockland Steel
>Flex Plexico
>Rip Torn
>Gluteus Maximus
>Bob Johnson
>Slab Squatthrust
>Drake Masterson

Rolled 6, 2, 2, 1, 5, 4, 9, 4, 5, 9, 1, 1, 5, 10, 1, 4, 7, 1 = 77 (18d10)

>>2781808
>Sergeant

We will be the fist of the Emperor in these trying times.

>Gregor Mckain

>>2781808
>>Sergeant
>Nicolai Zenchikov

Rolled 2 (1d5)

>>2781808

Rolled 4, 1, 8, 10, 9, 4, 8, 9, 9, 4, 9, 7, 2, 2, 7, 6, 6, 3 = 108 (18d10)

>>2781808
because best out of 3 apparently

Rolled 1 (1d5)

>>2781808

Rolled 2, 10, 7, 1, 6, 9, 7, 2, 5, 3, 9, 2, 9, 2, 1, 5, 3, 10 = 93 (18d10)

>>2781808

Rolled 1 (1d5)

>>2781808

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Here's the stats you rolled.
>Would you like to swap the places of any of the numbers before locking in your starting stats?

>>2781872
vote for switching BS and WS
big fisty boy

>>2781872
Switch
WS and BS
S and Int

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>>2781896
>>2781895
Swapping

>>2781912
switching name to Nicolai Kulak

>>2781921
Sure

Name: Nikolai Kulak
Swapped: STR and INT
Swapped: BS and WS
Specialization: Sergeant

Alright, now give me 1d10 to determine your fate points.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>2781938

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>2781938

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2781938

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2 Fate points! Nice job.

writing

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[1/2]

You are Nicolai of Clan Kulak

Your job is that of a hauler for the Removalist Guild operating on the Hive City Goliath of the Hive World Limbo-7.

The Guild fancies itself as a sort of a moving company though most people move relatively in their hives, most living and dying in the same claustrophobic habs and tube beds as their ancestors did before them. Rather than helping people move to new homes, what the Guild actually does majority of the time is help carry off the material possessions of indebted people and hauling corpses to processing in exchange for monetary compensation.
That’s the sort of business you’re in.

When a person dies, according to the edict of the planetary governor you’re supposed to also clear out the hab from any remaining personal effects of the deceased for processing so they won’t be in the way of the next citizen that moves in, but you’ve yet to see a stiff that wasn’t picked clean by either by friends, family, loved ones or looters before you got on the scene. The Hive rarely wastes anything.

Usually, you just have to pack the naked cadavers that died from overdosing on one drug or another, bag it up and then toss it to the ice van and transport it to the destination on the slip left to you by the officials who determine whether the individual in question still owes a tithe to the Imperium or their clan has agreed to sell the corpse to the Mechanicum for tithe reliefs. You’ve never really seen a case where it wasn’t one or the other.

Today’s however there was something a bit different from the usual malnourished drug dens.
Someone had severely miffed the machine spirits within their hab-block’s water distribution system and caused a mass poisoning, resulting to deaths of well over a hundred people.
There was an Enginseer from Cult Mechanicus screeching to the denizens of the strata about the necessity of performing your duties to the machines and of why you don’t try to jury-rig the system to give you more water than your designated rations, because it just gives you sewage no matter what you try.

“Poor bastards, ain’t I right?”
You chatted to your partner Mikk as the two of you began to bag the naked corpses.
“Aye, the stiffs will probably end up as servitors considering how pissed the cogboy looks.”
He says as you pull up the zipper on your customer. Malnourished looking lad in his teens with pimples and beginnings of a moustache.
“Yep. Can’t see the Onions-boys wanting them for Corpse-Starch what with them being poisoned and all.”
“Come now Nic, there’s no proof that Basedlens Viridians is in any way connected to our line of business. After all, even we don’t really know what happens to the stiffs after they’ve been hauled to the processing centre.”
“Indeed, how foolish of me. The Packaging even says it’s made from processed mixture of dead plants and animals to provide the optimum amount of nutrients for the growing manufactorum worker.”

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[2/2]

“Speaking of Servitors, I’ve heard the rumors of them trying to push servitors into our line of business as well.“
“HAH! They can bloody well try. What chance do you think a Servitor has with all its fancy mechanical bits in our territory when the people will steal even plastic dentures from the corpses?”
“Fair point. I guess it’s true when they say that Emperor’s got a plan for everyone then. Even the thieves and murderers who put food on our table.”
He says as he slams close the back of the ice-van now full of deaders.
“It’s full Tom, take them away.”
He says, giving a short knock on the window of the driver’s seat.

As your driver takes off, Mikk lights up a Lho-stick.
“Right, break time. There should be another van coming in shortly, so don’t get too comfortable.”

>Go and ask this hab’s denizens about the poisoning.
>Go and check the news from the nearby data-terminal.
>Stay back and chat with Mikk about that thing you have this evening.
>Write-in something else

>>2782056
>>Go and ask this hab’s denizens about the poisoning.

>>2782056
>Go and ask this hab’s denizens about the poisoning.

>>2782056
>>Go and check the news from the nearby data-terminal.

Locking votes.

>[You are attempting to get a hiver from another Hab-Clan from your homeworld to tell you more about the poison water incident.]

Time to make a Trivial Fellowship Check.
The way this works is you're rolling 1d100 against your Fellowship Characteristic, which is 34 and because it's a simple test, it gets +60

In order to succeed, you must roll below 94 in order to succeed this test.

Roll 1d100

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>2782175

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2782172

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>2782175

>>2782172
Hopefully it's best of three or so

>>2782226
We roll under, and no.

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[1/3]
>7 degrees of success. You make a new friend.

“I’m go and chat up with our customers while we wait.“
“Alright, you do that, I’ll be here enjoying my smoke.”

You approach one of the men gathered around the Enginseer, who is still preaching about the dangers of improper maintenance and the necessity of respecting the Machine spirits which sustain your worthless lives lest this poisoning will be only beginning for the calamities which will follow.

“Hey“
You bump your elbow to a man listening to the angry Red Red Robed Repairman.
“Hmm?”
“What’s your thoughts on this poisoning thing?”
He looks around a bit.
“I think it’s bullshit. It weren’t no improper maintenance. Our Clan’s overseer was always very insistent we took good care of our machines and didn’t do stupid shit like that.”
“Right, so you think it was someone else?“
“Aye, damn right I do. If it was just a cock-up on our side, we wouldn’t have lost so many men to this shit. We don’t hide our mistakes like that. Mark my words, it was sabotage and this is going to be just a prelude for a trade war.”
Well, that’s something the Clan Elder likes to hear.
“Any idea who’s gonna be fighting who?”
“Not sure, but there’s been bad blood between the Iron Strata Plumbing Guild and our Machine Forge Tooling Guild. It’ll either be them or the Common Steel Manufactorum Guild, hell maybe all of them.”
You make a mental note of those names to pass on to your Clan as potential clients.
“Really now? Could you tell me the reason for this rivalry?”
The Man looks visibly miffed at the subject matter and spits on the ground.
“ISP and CSM are both composed of clans of violent, thieving cunts that’s why. Just this year alone they’ve sent their militias to take down ganger nests three times which had stolen our property and claimed it for themselves before we could mobilize our lads. We fucking starved because those greedy bastards didn’t give us our property back.”

You hear the honk of the Ice Van.
“That’s my cue, I gotta head back to work cleaning up the mess they left. Listen, you look like the sort of guy that will likely be needing means to defend yourself soon. If you head down a level and go to Sverning’s Strata, there’s a place called Taffer’s guns and ammo there that sells good shotguns.
Tell him Nicolai of Clan Kulak sent you, he’ll fix you up well and good.”

“Thanks man. I’m Tarnis, Tarnis of Clan Dalmus. I’ll tell our Clan-Elder. We’ll send some of our warriors to check the place out.”

“Think nothing of it friend.”
You say as you return to work.

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[2/3]

After finishing the hours of hauling stiffs off the claustrophobic hab, your shift begins nearing it’s end.
What little amount of natural light Hive Goliath let through the great floating layers of perpetual misty smog the obscured the view to the upper levels of the hive was all but gone, replaced by the light of the glow-globes coming from the city below.

“Listen Mikk, I’ve got that thing today that I told you about earlier. Could you do me a solid and punch my card in when you get back?”
“Ah, the big fight. Just make sure to bring back the prize for the Clan. The Clan Elder won’t be happy if you return empty handed.”
You hand out your guild card to your partner.
“Speaking of the Elder, I just managed to get a juicy bit of gossip. Listen to this.”
You relay to your partner the information about the coming trade war.
“An upcoming trade-war? That can be very good for us. Very good indeed. I’ll be sure to relay this onward. If you’re right, the Elder’s going to most certainly reward you. Now go, you’ve got our Clan’s Honor to defend.”

He says as he jumps to the Ice Van and heads to the processing plant as you trekked towards the lower levels on to the big fight you had coming.

The Match was to be held in a gambling den called David’s Fall which was known for hosting these sort of events and after years of low-paying regular matches, at long last you’ve been given a chance to have a go at the champion of that ring.
Your opponent would be a man whose stage name was “Volgar Grimhand”, a man famed for having struck a few of his foes so hard they ended up dying.
There was a 100 Throne Gelt reward for any man who could beat him and 10 gelt for anyone capable of lasting through 10 rounds in a ring with him. Money you most certainly intended to collect for yourself and your clan.

To put the prize into perspective, even a single throne gelt could afford a week’s worth of Basedlens Veridianis for a fully grown man.

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[3/3]

The Air on Hive Goliath was not lethal, not this far up the hive at least where the air-reprocessing still functioned. Nevertheless, you preferred to wear the filters whenever you walked in this region as the air always smelled and tasted like what one could describe as sweat and cooked cabbage if such a thing existed in the hives.
You liked to think the filtration mask made it at least a bit better.
You walked through the bustling streets underneath the monolithic Gothic architecture, surrounded by the noise of engines and crowds of people as you descended towards the entrance to the hive level below yours.

“hmm?”

You noticed a shift in the weather as you walked the crowded passes to the inner hive.
The smog which hid not only the skies but also upper portions of the mighty Gothic arches of the grand costructs of the hive was hanging especially low and thick today, sparkling with static electricity as it kissed the walls in it’s passings.
All Hivers in Goliath considered it a bad omen.
It was a sign telling that the machine spirits were upset and needed immediate tending lest they’d begin suffering malfunctions.

And just as the stories told, the streetlights shut out, leaving the path in front of you covered in darkness.

>Choose Starting Talent:

>Paranoia: Walking where lights do not function is a dangerous thing. I should look for another route if I can.
>Heightened Senses (Hearing): You stay alert for noises, stressing your hearing as you move on.
>Unremarkable: The first person to get killed is always the one who stands out. Mind your own business and the gangs don’t come for you.

>>2782330
Hearing

>>2782330
>>Paranoia: Walking where lights do not function is a dangerous thing. I should look for another route if I can.

>>2782330
>>Unremarkable: The first person to get killed is always the one who stands out. Mind your own business and the gangs don’t come for you.

>>2782337
Will back if we dont get unremarkable

>>2782330
>>Heightened Senses (Hearing): You stay alert for noises, stressing your hearing as you move on.

Hearing it is then. Writing

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>Heightened Senses (Hearing)

[1/2]

You strain your hearing as you walk through the strata. You hear there’s a few gunshots in the distance, but it’s clearly not in the direction you’re going to, so you continue moving on whilst keeping your guard up. After a while of walking you could notice that the air stopped smelling like armpits and cabbage, it instead had the charming scent of cheap lho-sticks and amasec, telling you that you were getting close.

The lights also begin to turn back on and the humming of engines once again resumes shortly before reaching your destination.

It was a seedy part of hive, no doubt about it.
But it was seedy in a tolerable fashion, not seedy like it was filled with gangers waiting to steal your money, drag you into their cults or bash you over the head and forcibly pump you full of drugs.
It was more of the sort of area where you’d find people to do the sort of stuff that was frowned upon, but not straight out illegal.
Sinners, but with moderation, if there even can be such a thing.
Gun-stores, Amasec shops, prostitutes as well as peddlers of smut could be found within this part of town.

You could spot the neon-sign of David’s Fall in the distance, a glowing imagery of a large man punching a smaller man.
Approaching the Gambling Den, you could easily tell this was the crappier part of town since the local militia was being equipped with autoguns and no-nonsense attitudes whilst the Streets were dirty, filled with both litter and dust while the air is a bit more humid and warm.

Upon reaching the door you could hear the muffled sounds of music to the dirty streets as you approached, you walked to the VIP line where a large and brawny bouncer with a neon green mohawk and a shock maul on his belt eyes you for a moment, then smiles and speaks to you with thick accent.

“You’re the fighter from Kulak yes?”
“Aye, that’d be me.”
“Good, good. We rarely see Volgar fight. Too infamous for most challengers, but great demand to see fights still. Sergei too will be watching the match afterwards from pict feed.”
He says as he raises his bicep
“Maybe one day I challenge Volgar too, yes? Hahaha! But yes, go on in, first door to the left is locker room.”
“Right, I’ll be going in then. Gotta do my stretches and all.”
“Yes, match preparation very important. Sprain during fight? Bad time. Sergei knows.”

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[2/2]

After changing your clothes on the changing room, you started doing your stretches. Whilst you were doing this, a pudgy character entered in followed by a rather rough looking female with some gang symbols on her.

He approaches you and the two of you share a familial hug
“Ah, Nicolai Kulak, the Rising Star of David’s fall. You’ve no idea how happy I am to hear that someone was willing to finally take on Volgar.“
It was Sebastiano Moncoutie, the Manager of David’s fall, a slightly overweight fighting enthusiast who has been following your progress.

“I doubt you’ll be so happy when I’ll wear him down and take the prize money.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Then we’ll have a new Champion and believe you me when I tell you that the Champion of David’s fall will earn far more thrones than a mere corpse hauler. Yes, if you can indeed defeat Volgar, it could be very, very good for you and your clan, there’d be many people quite interested in hiring men with such talents.”

You know exactly what he’s implying. There’s always demand for people who know how to fight in both sides of the law. Militias, PDF and Gangers would all see a strata champion as someone worth scouting.

>”I’m no stranger doing dirty jobs, provided it helps the clan.”
>“I’m comfortable with just prize fighting. I’m not intending on dropping my job.”
>”I wouldn’t mind joining a militia or doing security work to be honest.”
>Write-in

>>2782625
>>”I wouldn’t mind joining a militia or doing security work to be honest.
Assuming its more or less legal.

>>2782625
>”I’m no stranger doing dirty jobs, provided it helps the clan.”

>>2782635
Ditto

>>2782635
switching to this

Writing

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Rolled 1 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

“I wouldn’t mind joining some militia force or doing some security work if they’d have me. Of course, it’d need to offer my clan a decent pay. Not intending on sinking down to the Underhives if you catch my drift.”
He smiles and nods
“Of course, of course. I wouldn’t go down there myself either. There’s plenty of work in keeping the peace. No doubt my recommendation could help you get to join your Guild’s militia, though I could always use another strong man to keep peace in my establishment as well, but that’s talk for the future. Right now, you’ve a match to attend to.”

“We’ll see how this goes then.“

You walk out of the locker room and head into the ring.
The Gambling Den is filled to the brim with spectators eager for blood, cheering as you enter the ring.
Your opponent is a huge man, easily


“Ladies and Gentlemen! Today we’ve a spectacle of true martial prowess for you! On Blue corner we have the Rising Star of David’s Fall. Corpse Hauler known for his unrivalled tenacity on the ring! The Challenger Nicolai of Clan Kulak!“

“On the Red corner we have the reigning Champion of David’s Fall. The Man with killing fists! The Hardest Hitter on the Strata! Volgar Grimhand!”

“The Unstoppable Force meets Immovable Object!
Which one shall stand? Which one shall fall?
Which one’s the Goliath and Which one’s the David?
LET’S FIND OUT!”

The Referee speaks to the both of you.
“Right, you both know the rules. No weapons, No grappling, No biting and No scratching or Gouging eyes. The Fight lasts 10 rounds or until one of you is unconscious, injured or thrown out of the ring, you both got that?“

You both mumble ‘Yes’ through your mouthpieces.

“Alright then. Get to your corners, when the bell rings, you fight.”

DING DING!
“FIGHT!”


>Roll for initiative 1d10+3

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>2782796

Alright since you go first, you get to Charge your opponent, giving you +20 to your WS on your first attack.

Give me 1d100 for punching with each hands.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2782834

Rolled 60, 26 = 86 (2d100)

>>2782834

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>2782834
for the other hand

Rolled 39 (1d100)

Here's the evasion roll, however since it's untrained, it's going to be -20, so he can't really succeed this.

Right, time to roll for damage.
You hit him with a right lunge, which gives him 1d10+3 Impact damage.

Roll up them d's gimme 1d10

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>2782878

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Rolled 93, 91 = 184 (2d100)

>>2782886
You strike him with great justice.
His Toughness mitigates 4 damage from the strike, but you still do 4 damage unto him.

He strikes back at you, going for an all-out attack.
This means he cannot attempt to dodge next turn, but he will gain +20 to hit

>>2782910
He makes powerful swings, but does not connect with either of them.

Current WS: 38

Choose what to do:
>Aim - Half Action - +10 to next attack
>Aim - Full Action - +20 to next attack
>All Out Attack - Full Action - +30 to WS but cannot dodge or parry until next turn. Cannot use Aim
>Unarmed Standard Attack - Half Action - Make a +0 WS to attack the enemy with both your fists.

>>2782945
Aim + Standard Attack

We get +10 and two chances to beat his ass.

>>2782961
this 'n

Alright, the first two d100 will be your hits. Roll them boners

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2782977

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>2782977

Double hit it is.
Gimme 2x 1d10+3

Rolled 4 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>2782994

Rolled 9 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>2782994

7-4 toughness = 3 damage
13-4 toughness = 9 damage

The Enemy has -6 wounds and takes critical damage.
Writing

Rolled 3 (1d5)

Give me 1d5

Rolled 2 (1d5)

>>2783040

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Responding to your foe’s rather clumsy All-Out Attack, you Aim your blows carefully, delivering them straight to his body, straight into the Solar Plexus, knocking the wind out of him with a first fierce blow and then delivering a second straight where the first one went, sending Volgar flying couple of meters backwards and sprawling down to the ground whilst the spectators cheer.

As the Referee gets between you and the Champion, there’s a sound of breaking glass as something flies into the establishment. Four Grenades had just been launched into the Gambling den, each spitting out Tear Gas all over the place.

“THIS IS THE ADEPTUS ARBITES WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!”
“SUBJECT YOURSELVES TO THE EMPEROR’S JUDGEMENT AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP.”
“FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN ADDITIONAL JUDGEMENTS UPON YOUR SOULS!”

As the tear gas begins filling up the place.
Volgar gets back to his feet, breathing heavily, clearly exhausted and starts walking out of the ring to the rear exit, away from the Arbites along with several of the rough looking spectators who have begun pulling out weapons.

Sebastiano is clearly hurrying to his office with his goons. Whilst some of the unarmed spectators decide to leave through the front entrance with their hands up.

Now it’s time to make a choice.


>Comply with the Arbites and exit the building.
>Follow Sebastiano, he might have a secret escape route.
>Follow Volgar and the rough looking but armed spectators.
>Try and Hide within the building
>Write-in.

That's it for this session.

>>2783103
>>Follow Sebastiano, he might have a secret escape route.

>>2783103
>>Comply with the Arbites and exit the building.

>>2783110
Changing to
>Comply with the Arbites and exit the building.

>>2783103
>>Follow Sebastiano, he might have a secret escape route.

>>2783103
>>Comply with the Arbites and exit the building.

>>2783103
>Follow Sebastiano, he might have a secret escape route

>>2783103
>>Follow Sebastiano, he might have a secret escape route.

>>2783103
>>Follow Sebastiano, he might have a secret escape route.


just a question, why are you guys surrendering? hoping to get into the guard? just curious really.

>>2785840
bc if we ran away they have our clothes in the locker with our names and ID on them
and there are a bunch of people who are surrendering who could at least ID us as "the kulak kid" so we have basically 0 chance to actually escape

>>2783103
>Comply with the Arbites and exit the building.
We're fucked if we do anything else

>>2785963
Also because going to hide in the underhive means death and our clan getting whipped to shit. If we give up, maybe we can wiggle out. If we fight, we die, if we run, we are hunted, clan gets gimped and we probably still die.

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The Quest is a weekly thing by the way. It will resume next Saturday.

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By the by, since we're going with a hive worlder on Only War rules, you also get +3 to two of the following characteristics so might as well vote for that since there's some time until saturday.

Pick two
>Agility
>Perception
>Fellowship

>>2794196
>>Agility
>>Perception

>>2794196
>Agility
>Fellowship
Because our perception sucks anyway, but a +3 can increase our fellowship from a +2 to a +3. And agility because its one of our main combat stats.

>>2794196
>Agility
>Fellowship

>Comply with Arbites
>Fellowship and Agility

10 minutes and thread resumes.

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>Honour his servants, for they speak in his voice.

You weigh out your options in a split second as the teargas begins to do it’s work.

You’re not exactly keen on getting handled by the Arbites since they usually have a reason for their raids, but then again you’ve not really done anything overtly illegal have you?
So there really shouldn’t be any reason to not go along with the demands of the Arbites is there?
Both the Chapel and the Clan have always gotten their lawful share from your winnings in time and it’s not as if fighting clubs are forbidden.
Yes, whatever they’re looking for, you’re almost certain you’re not it.

Jumping off the ring, you merge with the crowd leaving through the main exit with their hands above their heads through the narrow corridor. As soon as you got outside, you noticed that there was a veritable siege around the gambling den. Armored cars with Heavy Stubbers, dozens of Arbites with shock mauls, combat shields and shotguns along with some well equipped Militia force you didn’t recognize in flak armor and gas masks armed with lasguns.
At that moment you wondered what on earth had you gotten yourself into.

As you stood in front of the heavily armed punitive force, the hailers from the vehicles began blaring once again.
”LIE ON THE GROUND WITH YOUR FACE DOWN AND AWAIT YOUR JUDGMENT!”
“I REPEAT LIE ON THE GROUND WITH YOUR FACE DOWN AND AWAIT YOUR JUDGMENT!”

Confused and afraid, you complied since running away at this point whilst in front of a dozen heavy stubbers was not exactly something you think you’d get away with. You didn’t exactly see what was going on, but shortly after you all went down on the ground, you heard a great rush of boots running into the building, some fire of lasguns and autoguns for a good dozen minutes until finally a pair of Enforcers put you in cuffs and dragged you into back of one of their prison vans.

They crammed you inside uncomfortably tightly along with the other prisoners and shut the door with the conditions were resembling the manufactorum communal tube-beds you’ve seen a few times, where a family of four had to share a single tube when they could only afford to pay the bills to keep one tube warm after being mugged, though nowhere near as comfortable as tube beds seldom need to drive on bumpy roads to the Arbites Precint, where you were unloaded into a slightly more comfortable cell to:
“Wait until they’ve got the time to give you the Emperor’s Judgement.”

You spent few days in the cell with meager rations waiting and chatting with your cellmates.
“Maybe they’re checking our indulgences? You know, for gambling and such?”
“I don’t know, isn’t that usually the job handled by like the Militias and the Secret Police?”
“Maybe these Enforcers are particularily zealous? You know, they did go on about the Emperor a lot.”
“Aren’t they supposed to though? That’s how-”

”Prisoners, faces to the wall.”

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You knew the drill by now. They’d take one of us, tell us nothing and then leave the rest of us waiting.
Then you felt a hand on you and you were cuffed and dragged away to a room with a mirror and a chair in the middle.

“You will face towards the mirror and speak only when spoken to.”

The Enforcers cuffed you on to the chair which was bolted on to the floor and then went to stand into the corners of the room with the usual look of contempt that perpetually was expressed from what little you could see from their faces through their helmets.

After a moment you hear a garbled voice coming from the mirror wall.
“We are going to ask you some questions citizen. Your answers will reflect on the final judgment on your soul.”
“First Question. What is your name?”

>Truth: Nikolai of Clan Kulak, mover for the Removalist Guild
>Lie: Chad Flextrong
>Stay Silent: <Ain’t no snitch, bitch>
>Write-In:

Apologies for the grammar errors by the way.

>>2798321
>>Truth: Nikolai of Clan Kulak, mover for the Removalist Guild
They already know who we are, no point in lying.

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>The Truth
"I am Nicolai of Clan Kulak, a mover for the Removalist guild."

“Second Question: How did you come to know the man known as Sebastiano Moncoutie?

>The Truth: “I met him when I was doing a pickup from his place, a fighting accident. He was impressed by my health and fitness and offered an opportunity to do some sparring with his fighters.”
>Lie: “Never met him.”
>Stay Silent: <Snitches get Stitches>
>Write-in:

>>2798376
>>The Truth: “I met him when I was doing a pickup from his place, a fighting accident. He was impressed by my health and fitness and offered an opportunity to do some sparring with his fighters.”
I assume "sparring with fighters" is still legal, yes?

>>2798376
>>The Truth: “I met him when I was doing a pickup from his place, a fighting accident. He was impressed by my health and fitness and offered an opportunity to do some sparring with his fighters.”

>>2798417
It's perfectly legal. In fact, it's often even encouraged as martial prowess is valued. Hive Worlds tend to be those places that put great value to Imperial Guard because it's almost universally seen as a great honor to be chosen for the guard in such overpopulated worlds full of expendable masses.

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”Third Question: What is your Clan’s connection to Sebastiano Moncoutie?”
>Truth: “The Clan Elder gets his cut from your winnings and encourages your behavior.”
>Lie: “You’re doing this completely secret from your clan.”
>Stay Silent: <Ain’t got no words for a pig>
>Write in:

>>2798435
>>Truth: “The Clan Elder gets his cut from your winnings and encourages your behavior.”

>>2798435
>>Truth: “The Clan Elder gets his cut from your winnings and encourages your behavior.”
We are, after all, an Emperor-fearing citizen of the Imperium.

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>The Truth
"I did some prize fighting for Sebastiano. The Clan Elder was happy about the extra income I brought in and told me I should keep doing it."

”Fourth Question: Who was Sebastiano Moncoutie in business with?
>Truth: “All I know are the gangers with Green Mohawks with Lightning bolt brands. Thought it was some local militia’s lodge initially.”
>Lie: “Far as I know, he bought the amasec for his bar from the shop in the same street.”
>Stay Silent: <Trust only your fists. The Police will never help you.>
>Write-in:

>>2798474
>Truth: “All I know are the gangers with Green Mohawks with Lightning bolt brands. Thought it was some local militia’s lodge initially.”

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>The Truth
“All I know are the gangers with Green Mohawks with Lightning bolt brands. Thought it was some local militia’s lodge initially.”

“Why would you think of them as a militia lodge?”
“They weren’t behaving themselves like gangers you know? Like they didn’t drink or smoke on the job nor did they cause any trouble in plain sight. No use of drugs either far as I could tell. Reckoned they were part of some militia doing a side job.”

”Very well. Next Question and this is the most important one: Who were the patrons of his private shows?”
>Truth: “Never heard of any private shows.”
>Lie: <Attempt to implicate a rival guild>
>Stay Silent: <I’m a real nibba po-po>
>Write-in:

>>2798530
>>Truth: “Never heard of any private shows.”

>>2798530
>Truth: “Never heard of any private shows.”

>The Truth
“Never heard of any private shows.”

Another voice speaks from the speaker in the wall.
You expect us to believe that?
"I don't-"
The original voice resumes.
”Next: Which Chapel did Sebastiano Moncoutie go to?”

>Truth: ”No idea. Never saw him to go to a Chapel, but I did live on a different level to him.”
>Lie: <Try to implicate him as a death cultist.>
>Stay Silent <Shhhh…. Just let it happen.>
>Write-in:

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forgot picture

>>2798550
>>Truth: ”No idea. Never saw him to go to a Chapel, but I did live on a different level to him.”

>>2798550
>Truth: ”No idea. Never saw him to go to a Chapel, but I did live on a different level to him.”
The Emperor will judge us innocent.

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>The Truth

[1/2]

”No idea. Never saw him to go to a Chapel, but I did live on a different level to him.”
”So you claim no knowledge of his heretical practices?
“Heretical? Forgive me, but though Gambling is a vice and a sin, the Chapel still states it’s something that can be absolved from if one pays their for indulgences to the Emperor, much like it is with Amasec and Lho-Sticks.“
”It is not the Gambling that concerns us.
We have reason to believe your employer has consorted with Mutants, Gangers and vile Underhive cults and trafficked in illegal pict recordings portraying deathmatches and snuff pornography involving humans and mutants as well as trading within combat stimulants banned from civilian use.”
“I could see some fighters wanting to use combat stimulants, but outright heresy? mutation? Actual bloodsports? How could this possibly be? You have to believe me, I had nothing to do with it. I had absolutely no knowledge of anything of the sort!”
”Your ignorance and pleas of innocence do not help us. Tell us something helpful and you might walk out of this with mere decade’s worth of halved rations as penance and a severe flogging for unknowingly aiding a heretic.”
“But I don’t know anything! You have to believe me!”
You plead
”The Prisoner has lost his composure. Enforcer, strike some sense into him.”
One of the Arbites comes from the corner and punches you into the face.
”Ooof!

”I am going to ask you one last time. Do you know anything which might help our investigation of Sebastiano Moncoutie?”

You go quiet for a moment.
The next sentence will determine what will happen to you.
“Maybe Volgar Grimhand would know? He’s been working there longer.”
”Grimhand?”
“The Fighter I faced today. Maybe it was a stage name, I don’t know. Everyone called him that though. He’s the one who killed that guy when we came to haul the corpse from the place back then. He ran away from the back when the gas came in. He must know more.”
”And where would we find this man?”
“I don’t know.”

The Speaker goes quiet for several minutes until finally it begins speaking again.
”Nicolai Kulak. We have determined you have to you limited capabilities attempted to cooperate with this investigation even if you’ve not provided us with any new information whatsoever.
Therefore we’ve decided that no further judgments will be laid on your soul and that your physical fitness and respect of imperial authority will be taken into account as we formulate your punishment.“

“Does that mean you find me innocent?”
The Arbite walks from the corner and strikes at you once more.
“You speak when you’re spoken to menial.”

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The Speaker continues
”We have determined you to be guilty of following crimes against the Imperium:
Firstly, working to a heretical organization, albeit unknowingly.
Thirdly, having your co-worker punch in your guild card when you were not present.”

“Do you have anything to say before your judgment?”

>”I confess my guilt of the crimes mentioned and submit myself to the Emperor's judgment.”
>Write-in

*secondly, not thirdly. Fdsafergenf!

>>2798685
>>”I confess my guilt of the crimes mentioned and submit myself to the Emperor's judgment.”

>>2798685
>”I confess my guilt of the crimes mentioned and submit myself to the Emperor's judgment.”

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>Guilty as Charged

“I confess my guilt of the crimes mentioned and submit myself to the Emperor’s judgment.”

” Very good. We hereby judge you guilty.
In light of your physical fitness, skills in hand-to-hand combat and your cooperation with the Imperial authorities, instead of a life sentence in a Penal Colony, you are sentenced to perform a Guardsman’s term of service (a decade) within the Limbo 52nd penal vanguard to absolve yourself of your sins and prove your loyalty and the innocence to the Emperor by acting in defense of his domains.“

The other voice speaks out.
”Enforcers, take him away and send the next one in.”

You’re uncuffed from the chair and dragged from the interrogation room by the two burly Arbites to the hallway, where you walked with your own feet again to a new cell one with some familiar faces in fact. 3 inmates from your previous cell were there as well as people who you didn’t recognize.

”FACES TO THE WALL SCUM!”
One of the Arbites yelled as he banged the door before with his mace opening it and showing you into the cell.
Locking the door behind you he then clanged the door a few times before things went quiet and the inmates turned around.

One of your previous cellmates smiles as he looks at you.
“Welcome to the Death Row champ. Let me guess, Penal Legion as well?”
“Ten years of Legionnaire work, aye. What did you get put in here for?”
“Didn’t pay my indulgences. Thought it’ll help build some character to do some army work.“
“Wow, that’s pretty harsh.”
“Tell me about it, how about you?”
“Apparently the manager had some shady underground things going on that I didn’t know about. That, and I also asked my co-worker to swipe in my guild card to make it to the match in time.”
“...and since they left you in the dark, you didn’t know you’d be implicated? That’s harsh.”
“I guess the bright side is that we’ll finally get to see the stars don’t we?”
“I suppose that’s something. Besides, how bad can it be? I once managed to get an infantryman’s primer from the Black Market. According to it, Xenos are supposed to be pretty much total pushovers. So long as we don’t need to fight against some planet that rebelled, I think we should be fine.”

You spent few days waiting around in the cell before you were finally to be delivered to the docks to fight in the Emperor’s wars. Before doing so however, upon hearing of your fate, the Clan Elder sent you some personal effects. Keepsakes of your homeworld as you’d likely to never return.

What did they bring?
>Your lucky dice and Commemorative Corinthian Crusade coin you won with said dice.
>Your Clan ring and Guild-ID.
>A Limbo Pattern Lighter and a Prayer book belonging to one of your kinsmen.
>A Deck of Cards and the key to your clan’s hab-block.

Write in is also possible, provided it's a sufficiently mundane object.

>>2798805
>>Your lucky dice and Commemorative Corinthian Crusade coin you won with said dice.

>>2798805
>>Your lucky dice and Commemorative Corinthian Crusade coin you won with said dice.

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>Lucky dice

[1/2]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liw259IR4Ck

In the docks, you were crammed into shuttles, great flying machines which lifted each of you to the sky one group at a time. There were no windows though, so you sadly couldn’t really see the planet as felt the acceleration on your body when you were lifted off into the stars within a rather short trip.

Once you left the shuttle, at first sight of the ship you were boarded in, you wondered for a moment whether or not you were just transported to a hive interior. There were no windows in here either. The Air wasn’t as polluted up here as it was on the planet, but other than that, there were not that many ways to really tell you were in space. Even the hangar of the ship itself seemed to be filled with nearly endless corridors.

You didn’t have much time to admire as you were all rounded up pretty quickly in and formation to the armoury line, each of you were dressed in an olive drab uniform and given a collar which wouldn’t come off until your term was served.

They said that if you tried to run, it would blow off a part of your neck and kill you, but also warned that it didn’t always end up like that. If they would catch you before you died of blood loss and haul your paralyzed body back to the Medicae, you’d be turned into a servo-slave until your term is served and you’ve paid for the collar and the wash of your uniform.
As a demonstration, they showed some servitors with cybernetic bits in the area where the collar used to be.

After you were collared and dressed up, you were rushed to hear the speech of a man standing at a podium. He had lots of symbols and medals on his uniform, which you were told made him a very important person.

“Listen here you you scum. My name is Colonel Carlos Constanse and I will be the most important person next to the God Emperor himself for the duration of your service, however short that may be.
You’re here because despite your crimes, the Emperor in his infinite wisdom has decided that some of you still can be redeemed.
In order for you to fight the enemies of the Imperium and not be turned into a fine mist, you will need to be turned into real soldiers. Not petty gangers, not petty criminals, not random murders, but soldiers of the Imperium who can and will achieve victory in the battlefield.

I don’t care whether you’re here for a parking ticket, had sex with your mother or you killed somebody. What I care about is that you pathetic worms are made capable of following my orders and in so doing, contributing to Mankind’s dominance of the Galaxy!
With God Emperor as my witness, I will either make you worthy of the glorious Imperium you’ve had the privilege of being born into or correct the mistake your parents made by having you.”

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[2/2]

“Make no mistake. Each and every one of you belong to me now, which makes you scum the Emperor’s Scum. Your fates are now in my hand, which means I have total authority over your miserable lives.”

“You will eat when I decree so. You will sleep when I decree so. You will shit when I decree so and most importantly, you will fight when I decree so. Any Questions?”

One poor sod raised his hand nervously.
“Speak.”
“Whom will we be fighting?”
The Colonel gives the fellow a scowl filled with contempt of such unbelievable magnitude that you could actually feel it in your bones.
“Whom will we be fightin, Sir. We aren’t in the communal shower of a hive manufactorum sweatshop rubbing eachother’s asses and whispering sweet nothing’s to eachother’s ears where we can forgo rank and hierarchy now are we?”
[2/2]

He stutters at the Colonel with his mouth wide open and then the man with the fancy hat and a black and red uniform raises his voice.
“The Colonel asked you a question Trooper.”

“No, Sir!”
“No, what?”
“No, we aren’t in the communal shower of a manufactorum sweatshop.”
Some people snigger and the Colonel looks gives those individuals the same look of contempt.
“That’s what I thought. Commissar Serbius. Discipline this man.“
“Yes Sir. Arbitrators, bring him here.“
The Man was dragged in front of the crowd.
“Take off his shirt.”
“W-what are you?”
“Your punishment for failure to conduct yourself appropriately before your superior officer is five lashes and another five lashes for indecent exposure.”

The Commissar’s whip took cracked as it took strips of skin from the man’s back.
There were no further questions after that.

After the speech, the gruelling training began, during which the other inmates showed a degree of respect for you, if only due to the fact that you could beat them up if they started shit with you. The Fact that others listened what you had to say was noticed by your superiors and you promoted to a corporal, during which you received some extra training.

What sort of skill were you taught?

>You were groomed to Command. [Gain Command Skill]
>You were taught how to read a map and perform basic navigation on a planet. [Gain Navigate: Surface]
>You were taught the Imperial battle doctrine. [Gain Scholastic Lore: Tactica Imperialis]

Another terribulu failure. So shamefur

>>2799055
>>You were groomed to Command. [Gain Command Skill]

>>2799055
>>You were groomed to Command. [Gain Command Skill]

>>2799055
>>You were groomed to Command. [Gain Command Skill]
C&C

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>Gained Skill: Command

You were singled out because you actually managed to get people to get their shit together and this was the role you were trained into. Naturally, you didn’t have your own squad just yet, you’d have to be a Sergeant for that stuff, but you in lieu of your promotion you started getting a lot less shit from above. You were might be the lowest ranking corporal there is, but you were a corporal nevertheless.

What sort of talent did you exhibit during your training?
>Iron Discipline (Comrades resist Pinning and Fear)
>Air of Authority (Affect more targets with Command)

The Transit itself was horrible, not just because the stories you heard from the Naval deckhands about warp travel. Almost the entire platoon was having terrible dreams. There were also strange noises at times at parts of the ship, but despite the constant eerie and unnerving feeling you got aboard the vessel, you were still expected to do your physical training and all other duties.

You got a lot of shit for your sub-par shooting capabilities, the Sergeant even going so far as to say that he’s seen Orks with better shooting skills than you. Not that you’d know really know much of anything about Xenos, but the primer says they like to fight in melee. Speaking of melee, they didn’t really complain about your CQC skills. They even gave you a Chainsword and a Laspistol. Said that you’re probably not going to hit anything outside pistol range anyhow.

>Gained Weapon Training: (Chain, Las)

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After months of basic training in the spaceship, the Lieutenant told you that it was time that you rookies got a taste of real fighting. After performing your weapons maintenance, you were told to march on to a corridor. Once you marched in, the Lieutenant just grinned and said “Happy hunting” and shut the door behind you.

Once the door was shut, you were wondering for a moment what to do, until you heard a shambling noise from further down the corridor. It was one of those servitors from former legionnaires, only this one wasn’t equipped with the standard cybernetic cargo handling tools. This one had a gun attached to it’s shoulder.

Gun that was pointed at your direction.
Amplified by the echo of the walls, the sound of the slug thrower reverberated in the walls, causing a nearly deafening noise as the Servitor opened fire on you and your team.

That’s it for this week.

>Give me 4d100’s to determine the demeanor of the boys you’re stuck in with.

Rolled 68, 10, 9, 12 = 99 (4d100)

>>2799201
>Iron Discipline (Comrades resist Pinning and Fear)

Rolled 26, 47, 4, 36 = 113 (4d100)

>>2799199
>>Iron Discipline (Comrades resist Pinning and Fear)
>>2799201

Here's what you get:
>A Psychopath
>Two Bilious cunts with no sympathy
>Boisterous dude who is energetic and doesn't know when to shut up.

I think it's pretty obvious why you were promoted out of this lot.

You can pick one of them to be your Comrade, which is essentially your battlebuddy.

>>2799242
I'd go with the >Boisterous dude

>>2799242
Yeah, energetic doesnt automatically mean liability. Oh well. Lemonade..

>Boisterous dude who is energetic and doesn't know when to shut up.

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Crap, I forgot, there's also a couple of other choices you get to make before character creation is done.

Starting skill:
>Dodge (Blocking any single attack as reaction. Harder, but works against just about any type of attack.)
>Parry (Blocking melee attacks with a melee weapon as reaction. Easier, but only works in melee.)

Starting Talent
>Double Team (Gain +10 when outnumbering opponent.)
>Combat Master (Opponents in Hand-to-Hand combat gain no bonus for ganging up.)

Main Weapon you carry with you:
>Chainsword
>Lasgun

>>2799338
>Dodge (Blocking any single attack as reaction. Harder, but works against just about any type of attack.)

>Combat Master (Opponents in Hand-to-Hand combat gain no bonus for ganging up.)

>Chainsword

because we will be fighting in the thick of it and probably against shit odds. Also dodging gunshots is nice and we have so high Weapon Skill not taking meele is senseless.

>>2799346
this

>>2799346
>>2799350
Alright then, see you next week.