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Up to this point you've lived your life toiling away as a citizen of the IMPERIUM OF MAN. But now, the world you call home has been conquered by foul xenos forces.
Emperor protect you. Just who are your new alien overlords?

>Da Orkz
>Necrons
>Tau

>>5020804
>>Da Orkz
Get started! Get stupid!

>>5020804
>Da Orkz

>>5020804
>Necrons

>>5020804
>Tau

Big tiddy

>>5020804
>>Necrons

>>5020804
>>Da Orkz

>>5020804
>>Necrons

>>5020804
>> Da Orkz

big titty is a lie

Alright, looks like Da Orkz have it
closing votes

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Yep, shortly after the Ork WAAAGH‼!! Crashed face first onto the planet. All the Imperial cities were smashed to rubble, and amongst the ruins the Ork meks built up new ramshackle ORK towns from the scrap.
Orkoid mushrooms started growing everywhere; squigs, gretchins and snotlings started crawling out of every nook and cranny. Before long the entire planet had become something completely unrecognizable.
You, along with the rest of the survivors quickly found themselves faced with an ultimatum: "Do wot I says or Iz bash you up." And so began your exciting new career as a slave.

Yep, Life's pretty tough under the new management.
Pick 1 special skill to help you out
>Lying
>First Aid
>Climbing

And 1 model to distinguish your character's appearance.
>1
>2
>3
>4
>5
>6

>>5020904
>First Aid
Medics are always appreciated.
>3
We're one u'tha gards

>>5020804
>>Necrons

>>5020904
>Lying

>2

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(gonna sleep, I'll check on the quest when I wake up)

>>5020904
>First Aid

>2

>>5020904
>First Aid
>3

>>5020904
>First Aid
>3

>>5020904
>First Aid
>3
Let's see if we can't get our own gretchin

>>5020904
>Climbing
>3
>>5021066
Sleep well!

>>5020904
>Climbing
We parkour legend in da making, da best, can do anyfing! Believe it!

>>5020904
>First Aid

>2

>>5020904
>first aid
>4

>>5020904
>>Lying
>2

>>5020904
>First Aid

>2

>>5020904
>First Aid
>2
Are they a she or a he?

>>5021712
2 has the SoB symbol, 3 is guardsman.

Really though, why would you ever want to be a female slave?

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Okay looks like Medicae won flat out and we got
5 vote for #3
6 vote for #2

>Are they a she or a he?
She's a girl

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You crawl out of your shared shack ready for another hard day's work of transporting raw sewage in and out of Da Pile O'Dakka.
Looking around, your task master (An Ork Runtsherd named Stink 'Ead) is nowhere to be seen, and without him all the grots and squigs he's supposed to be watching are meandering off.
Looks like you can do whatever you want?

>Go to Da Fungus Bar
>Sabotage some Ork shit
>Upgrade your shack

>>5021731
>>Go to Da Fungus Bar

>>5021731
> Sabotage some Ork shit

>>5021731
>>Go to Da Fungus Bar

>>5021731
>Go to Da Fungus Bar

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There's zero chance of overthrowing the Orks.
And little hope of improving your standing in a society where size = status.
May as well enjoy your new life as best you can, Emperor willing.

You don't really know what a human can do to "enjoy" herself in an Ork town. So I guess it's time to find out. And the Fungus Bar seems like the perfect place to start.

>Crawl in through the Grot-flap
>Walk in the front door
>Sneak around the back

>>5021810
>>Sneak around the back

>>5021810
>Walk in the front door
I mean we're not a Grot, and the back is only for staff and stuff, and it's not like the door has a "Orks only" sight on it.

>>5021810
> Sneak around the back

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Feeling a bit nervous about entering a bar full of unruly drunken Orks you decide to look around the back instead.
Peering around the corner: a mean looking brewboy chucks a huge rubbish bag on the ground and bustles back into the bar through the backdoor.
Some Grots scramble out to rummage through the trash. Meanwhile an Ork boy stinking of booze lies passed out on the ground.

>Rummage through the trash
>Go in the back door
>[First Aid] Pull one of the Ork's teeth*

*Teeth = Ork Money

>>5021810
>Walk in the front door

>>5021884
>Rummage through the trash

>>5021884
> [First Aid] Pull one of the Ork's teeth*

>>5021884
>>[First Aid] Pull one of the Ork's teeth*

>>5021884
>>[First Aid] Pull one of the Ork's teeth*
if he wakes up we tell him it was rotting

>>5021884
>[First Aid] Pull one of the Ork's teeth*

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Are "humies" even allowed to buy stuff with teeth?
Only one way to find out. This is too good an opportunity to let go to waste. You pick up a pair of slipjoint pliers from the trash. And get to work.
You pick a loose looking one and fasten the pliers. "Do it quick. And pull as hard as you can" you think to yourself.

Roll to pull the tooth without waking the Ork.

[roll 1d100
we'll take an average of the first 3 rolls
1 roll per ID]

An average of 30 or higher to succeed.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>5021978
teef

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>5021978
Orc Dentistry is a go!

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>5021978

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>5021978

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(Rolled 35, Success!)

Placing one foot on the patient's chest your yank as hard as you can. The tooth pulls free and you fly backwards onto your rump.
You smile as you hold the ivory fang in front of your face, but when sleeping greenskin groans and starts to get up. You scuttle around the corner and hide clutching your toof tightly.
Peeking out, you see the Ork pick himself up and stromp off, grumbling his "Toof 'urts" as he goes.

Now you're cooking! Time to see if you can't buy something good in this forsaken Ork-infested world.

>Buy a Fungus Beer
>Buy a Gun
>Get a SECOND Toof

>>5022147
> Buy a Gun
Can we really purchase a firearm with a single tooth?
The Orcoid economy must be a veritable powerhouse.

>>5022147
>>Buy a Fungus Beer

>>5022152
>Can we really purchase a firearm with a single tooth?
you know when I was typing up the update the prompt read ">Try to buy a gun" but decided "Try to" is implicit for every prompt in a quest by default and I should just leave it out

Your character doesn't know the value of a Toof yet.

>>5022147
>Buy a Fungus Beer

>>5022147
>Get a second toof
Time to double our networth.
Not very pious for a sister, are we?

>>5022250
I envision her as a Schola Progenium orphan that was intended become a SoB novice

>>5022152
Would probably need [lying] desu
To convince the seller that we obtained the teef in the legitimate way

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Honestly, all you want right now is a drink. Even some horrid alien swill sounds nice about now.
You slide into the bar through the back door and creep past the brewboy while he's busy stirring his slimy cooking pot.
"All right. This is it." You gather up your nerve and walk up to the bar and hop on a stool.
The other patrons take no notice of you. And fortunately for you: the bartender is just a gretchin.
"Hey. psst." You try to get the grot's attention as he ignores you.
A neighbouring Ork bangs his fist on the table and shouts. "OI! RUNT! GET ME A 'NOTHER FUNGUS BEER."
He gets served right away. Looks like that's the way things are done around here.
Though you don't really want to draw attention to yourself.

>wait quietly
>throw something at the grot
>order a beer like an Ork

>>5022265
>throw something at the grot. Something small preferably. Like not to deal damage, but to get his attention.
Surely it will end well. Let's see how much of this quest operates on meme logic

>>5022265
>order a beer like an Ork
Sounds like the most funny thing too happen.

>>5022265
>>order a beer like an Ork
I'm sure we won't stand out at all.

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If you're going to have to shout, may as well go for broke.
You slam the bench with both hands. "OI! GROT! SHUTUP AND GRAB ME A FUNGUS BEER."
Your female, human voice sounding throughout the bar at a completely different pitch to the background Ork mumbling.
The puling Gretch looks a little confused but nonetheless submits to your aggression.
He takes your one toof and comes back with a HUGE frothing green tankard of Fungus Beer.
And by the Golden Throne is it a bizaare drink, strong as a Spacemarine with a weird mushroomy aftertaste. But it *is* booze.
Suddenly the world turns upsidedown. One of the Ork boyz has grabbed you by the leg and is dangling you in the air.
"Hey look, dere's a humie what's havin a drink with uz Orkz!"
Dopey ork laughter surrounds you.
"Dats mine now." Says another, picking up your fungus beer.

>plead
>call for help
>bite

>>5022322
yeah. about what I expected
we need to start gretchin revolution or some shit
>Just hang there untill he gets bored. mourn your beer silently

(ok im going to bed now, timezones are a bitch)

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>>5022336
might as well shitpost

>>5022336
+1

>>5022336
support

>>5022322
>plead
pwease gib beer to puny humie

>>5022322
>Bite
If we’re going for broke, better be as Orky as possible to get out of this

>>5022800
+1

>>5022800
Being orky might get us an orky treatment. Aka the punch. Pretty sure in that case mc will just die instantly lol

>>5022800
+1

>>5022797
This

>>5022797
might as well try

even 3 way split
based

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>Just hang there until he gets bored. mourn your beer silently
3
>plead
3
>bite
3

amazing, clearly I have been doing a good job making all the options equally desirable

>>5022322
>>bite

>>5022322
>plead

>>5022322
Just hang

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>4 4 4

>>5022336
>>5022322
just hang, do nothing.

>>5022989
k, closing vote before things get deadlocked again

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There's no use in fighting. You go limp and sniffle as your precious beer disappears down the ork's gullet.
The ork holding your ankle gives you a shake, flopping you around.
"Bit of a dead fish dis one."
"Dat's the fing about not-Orkz izn't it?"
Your lack of resistance, quickly bores the ork and he decides to play "toss da humie".
He hoists you over his shoulder and with a bellowing WAAAAGH‼!! he throws you as hard as he can.
Flying through the bar doors, you crash head first into a mushroom covered trash heap and black out.

When you come to, it's already night time. Your pliers have been taken, leaving you with nothing. No toof, no beer, no pliers.
The activity and volume of an Ork town is apparently unaffected by the daynight cycle and there are still orks moving about everywhere you look.
You slowly get up, feeling heavy bruises across your body and a rumble in your empty belly. Maybe you should go home...

>Go back to your shack in Da Slave Pits
>Find a hiding place
>Stealing time

>>5023059
>>Go back to your shack in Da Slave Pits
Need to heal

>>5023059
>Go back to your shack in Da Slave Pits

>>5023059
> Stealing time

>>5023135
+ 1 stealing time

>>5023059
>Stealing time
Oh boy time to go stealing again!

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>>5023135
>>5023157
>>5023171
> Heisting the Space-time Continuum
Wherein we harness the Ork Gestalt Consciousness to defy entropy itself.

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Crawl back to the Runtherd for some slops and a cot in a leaky shack?
Screw that! Opportunities await, and you refuse to just lie down and be a slave.
You pick up your battered body and sweep away the junk, it's stealing time.
You climb up a Wotch Tower and find the Watch-Grot sleeping on the job.
Relieving him of his magnoculars, you look around for a good mark.

There are a few options of different risk/reward levels.
(Note: Your character can die if she tries something dangerous and fails.)
DC is the number you have to roll over on a 1d100 average of 3 roll

>Squig Pie from a windowsill DC30
>A Laspistol from a mekboy's bench DC40
>A bag of teeth from a Nob'z belt DC50
>Time DC60

>>5023227
>>Time DC60

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>>5023227
> Time DC60
The Sands of the Glass: How easily they slip though our fingers.

>>5023227
>steal time

uh...

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>Time DC60
Whatever this thing is, it looks valuable.
It's definitely not something made by orks, but still remarkably alien. Regardless of its alleged "Time stoppin" functionality, if it's worth 100 teef it's a good steal.

Perched on a workbench in a Big Mek's shop, it's not going to be easy to steal. The hulking ork moves about fiddling with things randomly. But when you hear the sound of welding in the back you know it's now or never.

roll 1d100, same deal as before: 1 roll per ID, average of the first 3 rolls.
Roll over 60 to swipe the Chronometron without the Big Mek catching you.

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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>5023294

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>5023294

Rolled 16 (1d100)

HERE

WE

GO

WITNESS ME

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>>5023296
>>5023307
>>5023327
Rolled 50.3333333333

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>5023294
OOGA BABOOGA

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Fool! The moment you unclip the metal clips from the device the alarm clock starts ringing.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
The Big Mek comes smashing into the room. And he looks PISSED.
"OI‼ WHO DO YOU THINK YOU IS STEALIN WHAT'S MINE!?! I'LL MASH YOU TA BITZ."
He charges at you with his Power Klaw snapping *CLANG CLANG CLANG*

By the Emperor! That claw will snap you like a twig! Whatever you do, you better do it fast!

>write in

>>5023345
> Acquire Paintcan
> Throw Paint onto Welding Mask in order to Momentarily Blind the Mek

>>5023345
>Seduce him

>>5023347
+1

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You toss the paint onto his mask! Direct hit!
The Mek roars in anger and swings blindly. You manage to dodge but he's backing you into a corner.

>go between his legs DC40
>play dead DC??
>go for the chronometron DC50

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5023481
>go between his legs DC40
>grab his dick

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Rolls only count after the vote is locked in

>>5023481
>go for the chronometron DC50
Go big or go home

>>5023489
I hate you

>>5023486
He's an ork anon. He has no dick

>>5023481
>>go for the chronometron DC50
Time to die boys

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There's only one chance. The alien device.
Your heart pounding you dive for it.

Give me 3 1d100 rolls
and say goodbye to your character

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>5023508

>>5023512
...fuck

dice+1d100

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>5023508
Fuck

Rolled 21 (1d100)

leeeeets gooooo

>>5023512
>>5023526
>>5023527
Lmao. Well, nice quest, good run, goodbye

And so anons leaned a valid lesson about taking huge risks
Only took one MC snapped in half

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Crushed. A second too slow and it's all over.
You were never more than just a slave?
Should you have stayed in the safety of the slave pit. Obedient, but alive?
...
No. Living in fear like that? You touch your hand to your tattoo as the light fades.
Given the same choices again you surely would have made them.
Better to die free.

>>5023542
Whelp. Thank for running I guess. Thats what I get for being absent for one(1) vote.

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Well anyway, my weekend's over and I didn't really make this quest with any sort of plan in mind.
Might run another session with a new character next weekend. No promises. Thanks for playing.

>>5023551
Thanks for running.

The dice gods had absolutely no mercy this quest.
The ONE roll we succeeded on was a DC 30... and we still rolled a 35.66 average on that one.

okay fuck it
I really want to continue this now, and don't feel like waiting 5 days to play more.
I'll see if I can get enough (You)s to do a couple quick updates every night.

For now I'll just leave the race pick and character pick votes for round two open over night:

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Which race has vanquished your world?

>Tau
>Necrons
>DA ORKZ AGAIN‼

>>5024720
>DA ORKZ AGAIN‼
We'll get this right at some damn point.

>>5024720
>Tau
Snuggles

>>5024720
>Necrons
REEEEEEEEEE

>>5024720
>Necrons
HEHEHEHE
Also, imagine if we find the last run's corpse like it's a roguelike. Would mean the planet's a damn thunderdome of factions too.

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Here are some new characters. Both this vote and the faction vote >>5024720
will remain open until I resume the quest tomorrow.
>1
>2
>3
>4
>5
>6
>7
>8
>9

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>>5024747
> 3

>>5024747
>3
Hope the dice gods are satiated with the blood of our last PC.

3!!

>>5024747
3

Rolled 4 (1d9)

>>5024747

>>5024747
>3

EDF

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>>5024720
>>Tau
Let's go tau
-Objectives-
1. dodge the sterilization treatment
2. keep the social score up
3. don't let your goverment assigned waifu indoctrinate you
>>5024747
>3
I can't reliably tell who any of them are(except for the guardsman), so guardsman it is.
4 might be a mechanic(Can you even be a mechanic without being an admech?) And 6 has a column on his tie, so a low-rank inquisition agent?

>>5024720
>tau
get blue titties
>>5024747
>3

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>>5025137
pretty sure canon tau are skinny af, so you're getting b cups at most
also she's gonna be spitting propaganda non-stop
tau waifus are overrated
Their tech on the other hand..

>>5024720
>Tau

>>5025130
You forgot
4. Get giant robot.

>>5024740
>Also, imagine if we find the last run's corpse like it's a roguelike. Would mean the planet's a damn thunderdome of factions too.
not a bad idea

>I can't reliably tell who any of them are(except for the guardsman)
Yeah I wanted to give them accessories to indicate them as Warhammer40K characters. But could of think of any that aren't military tools/weapons. There's 1 a munitorum tattoo, 2 a wyrdvane psyker's belt, 3 the guard helmet and 6 a tie with the Inquisition symbol.

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"Greetings Gue'la, I am your mediation advisor Por'la T'olku.
It is my privilege to welcome you as a citizen of the Tau Empire and guide you to your proper place in the Tau'va."
The blue skinned xeno bares her teeth, attempting a human smile.
She slides some papers across the desk.
"This is your synchronization test. It will help us in determining your mediatory needs and your new occupation. We have copies available in High Gothic and Low Gothic."

>"Very well, I'll do as you ask."
>"I want to choose my own occupation."
>"Foul xenos! What makes you think I'd have anything to do with you?"

>>5025676
>"Foul xenos! What makes you think I'd have anything to do with you?"

>>5025676
>"Very well, I'll do as you ask."
We're not being held a gunsight? Why, she's nicer than any comissar we've ever had.

human can qield railguns wile tau can't
ergo 'umies >tau

>>5025676
>>"Foul xenos! What makes you think I'd have anything to do with you?"

>>5025676
>"Foul xenos! What makes you think I'd have anything to do with you?! You don't even have massive knockers like the propaganda posters told me you would!"

>>5025676
>>"Very well, I'll do as you ask."

Seems a bit pointless to fight now when we could be getting a better off position.

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>"Foul xenos! What makes you think I'd have anything to do with you?! "
The alien shrinks nervously. "You must not say such things! You will be given Demerits!" She leans forward and whispers in a grave tone "Humans with 10 demerits are sent to Enhanced Remediation."
You glare at her. Stupid alien, with her blue skin and undersized boobs.
She exhales a deep breath and hands you a pen. "It is not a fate I would wish on anyone. Please for you own sake, try to cooperate."
You begrudgingly take the pen and pull up the paper. The questions pertain to your skills and attitudes towards Tau.

Pick a skill
>chem-use
>tech-use
>persuade

Attitude
>tell 'em what you really think
>give very neutral answers
>write what you think they want to hear

>tech-use
>give very neutral answers
No use in getting in a bad position, ye?

>>5025843
>chem-use
I guess?
>give very neutral answers
Might as well TRY to play along.
maybe throw in a few hidden jabs

>>5025843
Fuck, 1/10 reeducation camp points. But hey, threats, that's at least familiar. Should be oddly comforting for our guy to be honest.
No "shooting" or "tank driving" or "trench digging"? Man, what did we even spent our time in the guard on, getting high?
>chem-use
>give very neutral answers
>glare all the way through
>plot our glorious return to the light of the emperor

How is chem use a skill? Sounds like just being a drug addict with a life expectancy smaller than 30

>>5025853
He already has those skills, this is his *special* skill :^)

>>5025843
Also, while we do the test
>Ask about this "Enhanced Remediation"

>>5025855
>How is chem use a skill?
He can trick furfags into making mustard gas

>>5025843
Ask her out on a date.

>>5025862
Lewd! Also very Tsundere, since you just called her a foul xenos

>>5025855
1) Magos biologis of our regiment was a weirdly charitable and talkative guy, used us instead of servitor to run errands for him, so we picked up a thing or two about drug production?
2) While entrenched helped a fellow ratling distribute shrooms through the regiment?
I dunno man, those skills aren't very defined.
Maybe tech-use is that tank/sentinel driving skill that I wanted

>>5025853
Honestly fuck it, I switch to
>tech-use
We are always polite to the machine spirits

>>5025843
>tech-use
>give very neutral answers

Finally, we get threaten with execution or forced hard labor just for existing. Now it's starting to feel just like home.

>>5025843
>>persuade
>give very neutral answers

>>5025843
>chem-use
Battle drug time.
>tell 'em what you really think
No need to lie to these foul xenos, for we are not a xeno ourselves.

And put this next to the answers we give,
1. A, so we can get into their base and blow it up
2. A, that's what we deserve

>>5026111
it's base*
my bad.

>>5025843
>>chem-use
>tell 'em what you really think

>>5025843
>persuade
>tell 'em what you really think

>>5025843
>tech-use
>tell 'em what you really think

>>5026291
And we'll talk our way out of it, or die trying

>>5026301
Your weakness shows.

Honestly it seems like you people are TRYING to die.

>>5025843
>>persuade
>give very neutral answers

>>5026304
Well, in tau case not "die", just get sterilized and stuck in the labor camp

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>>5026291(Dead)
>>5026301 (Dead)
what happened here?

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>>5026379
Eh.
Nothing too important.

>>5026379
I forgot to take off my name
There was nothing important really, just shit talking other people choices

>>5026387
ninjaed by 30 goddamn seconds

>>5025860
Can we trick Inquisitors into making mustard gas?

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>>5026681
>Can we trick Inquisitors into making mustard gas?
Sure, if you roll high enough you could even trick Plague Marines into making soap

>neutral answer
>tech-use

You fill out the form indifferently. No point antagonizing them just to suffer some twisted alien punishment.
You'll comply for now, but stay true to the Emperor in your heart.
Glowering at her you slide the paper back across the table.
"So what exactly is this 'Enhanced Remediation'" you ask.
The Tau crumples up and goes quiet again. "...for the Greater Good, it is better that you do not know."

She looks over your test and gets out a small PDA device.
"I thank you for answering honestly." She hands you the device.
"This is your Holocron, your identification and digital assistant. You must keep it on your person at all times."
You take the device, on its screen it reads some of your personal information, 0 demerits and 0 merits.

After you "mediation session" a Fire Warrior begins to escort you to your new residence.
You sit on the Mag-Rail, watching the half renovated imperial ruins whoosh by.

>talk to the fire warrior
>talk to one of the human passengers
>watch out the window

>>5026723
>watch out the window

>>5026723
>>watch out the window

>>5026723
>watch out the window

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>watch out the window
So quickly the ruins of this once proud Imperial city have been rebuilt in the Tau's alien image.
Though you do spot something interesting as you pass, and take mental note of its location.

>An Honoured Imperium Statue
>An Imperial Bastion
>An Ethereal Caste building

>>5026760
>An Imperial Bastion

>>5026760
>An Imperial Bastion
To be used in the future as we raise a revolt against the titless blueberry smurfs

>>5026760
>>An Ethereal Caste building

>>5026764
hey if you want to see those undersized blue titties you have to EARN it

>>5026767
Maybe I want a doomer tomboy Krieg gf instead of an underwhelming blueberry smoothie, did you ever think about that?

>>5026723
>0 demerits and 0 merits.
Literal social score meter, cool
>>5026760
>An Ethereal Caste building
Let's go look at tau glowies
So we know where to bomb when the time comes

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>>5026776
>doomer tomboy Krieg gf
I struggle to imagine what a doomer tomboy krieg gf who willingly lives under Tau occupation would be like

>>5026837
Krieger in Tau occupation would probably solo-charged them and died horribly. So everyone woud get what they wanted

>>5026760
>An Honoured Imperium Statue
Is that comissar-cha over there?

>>5026760
>An Honoured Imperium Statue

>>5026760
>An Imperial Bastion

>>5026760
>>An Ethereal Caste building

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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>An Imperial Bastion (3)
>An Ethereal Caste building (3)

Okay rollin, 1 for bastion, 2 for ethereal

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The emblems of the five Tau castes are known to you and there's no mistaking the symbol of Tau royalty.
This must be a palace of your new xenos overlords. A good place to park a Leman Russ.
You day dream about overthrowing your new taskmasters in the emperors name and make a mental note of this location for future reference.

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After your last stop on the Mag Rail the sun has gone down. The Fire Warrior directs you to a dwelling habitation (of Tau architecture) in one of the more wartorn, less refurbished parts of the city.
"This will be your new dwelling Gue'la. Hold your holocron to the electronic lock to open."
Not responding to the alien, you hold up your cron to the lock opening it with *bleep* you step inside and close the door behind you.
You look around your new residence. It's clean, and sparsely furnished the cabinet's full of Tau made clothing in your size. There is only one room.
...So this is your life now.

>Visit a neighbour
>Meddle with your Holocron
>Explore outside

>>5027753
>Visit a neighbour
Might as well open with this, test the waters so to speak

>>5027753
>Visit a neighbour
See if we're the only free-thinking citizen left on this weeb planet.

>Visit a neighbour

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"What's up chief? Want some drugs?"

>Blech! Filthy Rat!
>get drunk and shit-talk the tau
>gamble and talk about the "good old days"
>get high as fuck

>>5027769
>Ask him if he's going on an anti-Tau mission
>Offer him aid if he is
>Take his offer if he isn't

>>5027769
>"Nah man, I haven't been into the hard stuff for a long time. You got any Lho-sticks though, they confiscated my pack before they sent me here."
>gamble and talk about the "good old days"

>>5027771
+1

>>5027771
+1

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>"Nah man, I haven't been into the hard stuff for a long time. You got any Lho-sticks though, they confiscated my pack before they sent me here."
He whips out a narc tube from his coat and tosses it to you.
"You baseline boys should learn to confiscate it back. Helps ya live the good life under these fish-sticks."
"Thanks for the tip. The name's Cas Vaede, 85th Tephrost Regiment."
"No kidding? Wisby, Tephrost 8th Light Infantry."

You end up smoking by the window of Wisby's room playing cards and swapping stories about the "good old days". Back when you had a clear purpose in life in service to the Emperor.
You take comfort in confiding in him, even as he totally cheats and wins several "IOU 1 ration card" from you. You learn a bit about life under Tau, the Ratlings in particular are coping pretty well thanks to their theiving ways, the Tau haven't really caught on yet.
Hours later as you thank him and leave, he gives you one last piece of advice: "Be careful who you trust, once you get those demerits the only real way to get 'em off is to squeal on your mates."

...

The following morning you are sitting on your bed wondering what to do.
A Fire Warrior is supposed to meet you at your apartment in a few dai'kor and take you to your new occupation.

>fuck the appointment, play hooky
>wait for him
>fake illness

>>5027856
>wait for him
Better not stack uneccessary demerit points. We can at least be grumpy towards him when he shows up.

>>5027856
>wait for him
Might as well play along, wait until they trust us enough to leave us unattended before doing mischief.

>>5027856
>wait for him
No point in being a layabout.

>>5027856
>Wisby practices transmetropolitan-style triple smoking
Based
>wait for him
Ok guys, so do we do this rebellion thing? If so, how soon?

>>5027856
>wait for him
Get to know the system and wreck it by malicious compliance

>>5027856
>fuck the appointment, play hooky

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The Fire Warrior arrives punctually. It looks like the same one from last night, though it's hard to be sure.
Without greeting you, he takes you on your commute. You ride the magrail into the heart of the city in uncomfortable silence.
While riding the elevator to the Drone Factory he finally speaks.
"I wonder. Gue'la. How many Tau did you kill before your army was vanquished?"
You ignore him, he's trying to make you mad. Get you to do something stupid.
He continues: "I myself shot down dozens of humans. It was quite satisfactory."

>Say nothing
>"I've killed more humans than you, alien"
>"I mostly fought the Kroot you hid behind"
>"About 7 or 8, their blood was purple"

>>5028703
>"I've killed more humans than you, alien"

>>5028703
>"About 7 or 8, their blood was purple"

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>>5028703
>"I mostly fought the Kroot you hid behind"
Mog him. I bet he can't even fight in GLORIOUS MELEE
how old is our dude? like 30?

>>5028732
>Guardsman
>30
If lived enough to be 30, we'd be a fucking comissar.

>>5028733
You don't get promoted that way, commisars are out of the chain of command.
But I get your point. I dunno man, there isn't really "the univercial age of conscription" in 40k, maybe he was called in when he was 29.
Let's just leave it betveen 20 and 35

>>5028703
Say nothing, our words can only serve to incriminate us

>>5028703
>Say nothing

>>5028703
>Say nothing
Not worth starting shit here.

cowards, lots of you

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Though tempted to cut him down a notch, you ignore his bait, he gives up, though you can feel him seething.
You emerge from the elevator on the 50-somethingth floor of this large alien factory.
Relatively speaking of course, compared to a Hiveworld Manufactorum it's as a big as a tin shed.
"Wait here, your Fio'Ui supervisor will be here shortly.", the fire warrior descends down the elevator leaving you alone in some sort of entry area of the factory floor, surrounded by bizaare information panels and signs in incomprehensible Tau language.
After a few minutes waiting no one shows up, you wander deeper into the facility and bump into another Tau.
"I am Fio'Ui Ka'mais, supervisor. Are you Gue'la Cas Vaede? You are 5 Rai'kor late."
"What? I got here 10 minutes ago, that Fire Warrior told me to wait here."
"I will not tolerate your excuses. I fine you 1 demerit for your lateness, and 1 additional demerit for shifting blame on an honourable member of the Fire Caste."
Your holochron emits to sharp buzzing noises. Fuck.

>"uhh... apologies, It's my first day following Tau'va"
>"this 'Greater Good' is getting worse by the dai'kor"
>"I thought the Shas was supposed to hand me off to you, shouldn't he *be* here."

>>5028784
the only choice that doesn't involve getting demerits involves being a bitch
fuck it
>"this 'Greater Good' is getting worse by the dai'kor"
I HATE THE BLUEFAGS
I HATE THE BLUEFAGS

>>5028784
>"this 'Greater Good' is getting worse by the dai'kor"
Blueberries go to hell

>>5028784
Just don't say anything and go on to do the job, it's fucking useless to lose demerits on something worthless instead of using them to cave in some blueberry's head.

>>5028796
Supporting

>>5028793
>>5028795
I share the sentiment, but...

>>5028796
Supporting this.
The Day of the Net is coming you fish-faced fucks.

>>5028784
>"this 'Greater Good' is getting worse by the dai'kor"

>>5028796
+1

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>>5029484
Quality meme. I have a (You) for your trouble.

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>>5029484
Good show, you've earned yourself a commendation.

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Not wanting to receive further punishment you say nothing. At this point you feel it's best to not speak to them at all.
The supervisor gives you a brief primer on your "valued labour" and what is expected of you. Before sending you off to work.
It's fairly simple work. Most of the time you simply supervise some machinery on the Drone Assembly lines and occasionally getting signals to make adjustments.
[Tech Use] You take to the work very easily. Quickly picking up how to do things correctly without error.

One of your coworkers pipes up. "Fine deal we've got here ay? Beats living your entire life in the bowels of some piece of shit Manufactorum. Only 10 hours of labour a day, and you get the WHOLE day off every 5th day! Paradise."

>"Shut up retard. I don't want to hear your heresy."
>"I suppose it's at least better than Manufactorum work."
>"Duty to the Emperor supersedes personal comfort."

>>5029614
>>"Duty to mankind supersedes personal comfort."

>>5029614
He's trying to get us to say something so he can snitch on us, but good point
>Sure, it's good.
Something we can't be held accountable for.

>>5029652
shit, you might be right
>"Be careful who you trust, once you get those demerits the only real way to get 'em off is to squeal on your mates."
Or I'm getting paranoid and he's just happy that his living standarts got better. Still heresy tho

>>5029635
>>"Duty to mankind supersedes personal comfort."
>Stil, it's sure is good.

>>5029658
Maybe he's happy, but chances are, if he's so happy, he's probably willing to snitch on us if we say anything bad.

Way i see it, trying to keep being a hardass is useless. By the time the empire bothers to send a fleet against us we'll have turned to dust.

>>5029652
+1
He COULD also be looking for fellow loyalists, and is just filtering out any retards that reply "hell yeah dude high five" but we can't know that, so better be careful.

>>5029614
>>"Shut up retard. I don't want to hear your heresy."

>>5029671
>Needing a fleet to take the planet back to the light of the Emperor

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You wonder about the man's motives. Is he trying to trick you? Or maybe he's playing 3D Warhammer and sizing you up as a potential rebel? Or maybe he's just happy his lot has improved.
Not wanting to take any chances you give a mild response: "Sure, it's good."
The man smiles. "The names Jokh just so you know, ooo! I'll give you my ID so you can call me on your 'chron."
10 hours (or six and a half Decs, as your Holocron reckons time) of work later a chime signals. With some elation the human workers around you start shutting down their equipment and leaving the factory one by one.
Fio'Ui Ka'mais, approaches you. "Your days labour is done, take these." He hands you some small tickets with Tau writing. "These are your ration cards, you will be given more at the end of the day every fourth day."
"Where do I go now?" you ask. "That is your choice to make. As long as you do not violate the human curfew you may ride the Magrail where you will."

>call someone on the Holochron
>work overtime
>go home

>>5029715
>go home
We'll probably get more sleep today than we did in our entire life in the guard.

>>5029715
>>go home
Let's keep low profile until we know for sure how stuff work.
Are we allowed to set up a workbench at home? If yes, should we work overtime for the ressources?

>>5029724
>Are we allowed to set up a workbench at home?
yeah but they wont give you any personal belongings except ration cards unless you have a high credit score

>>5029728
Sigma grindest it will be.

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>>5029715
>Wander the city
human curfew, cool, proper racism
Do we even have anyone to call on the holochron except the guy we just met?

>Do we even have anyone to call on the holochron
all the characters with a name you've met so far are available

>>5029746
Don't really have a reason to call them, but nice to know. I mean ratling was cool, but him we can just meet in person

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Probably best to go home and rest for now. You have a lot to think about.
Remembering the way well enough, you take the Magrail back to your habitation block.
You exchange one of your ration cards for some meat tins and biscuits and head back to your room.
Not long after, a door tone signals you have a visitor. Your Water Caste "Mediation Advisor" T'olku.
"Greetings Gue'la Cas, I hope you are well. I brought you a gift to commemorate your first day working for the Greater Good."
She holds up a small potted flower.

>"...thanks?"
>"I do not accept your gift."
>Smash the pot on the floor

>>5029777
>>"...thanks?"
We have too much demerits for now, lay low before we can set our workbench.

>Are we allowed to receive gift and own stuff?

>>5029777
smashing it is kinda silly. not accepting it is less silly, just rude
>"...thanks?" + autistic stare
inb4 it's bugged lol

>>5029777
>"...thanks?"
>>5029794
Checking for bugs would be funny actually... just to make sure

>>5029795
>start checking it for bugs in front of her
Lmao, rude

>>5029799
We would check after she's gone of course.
lmao

>Live in a commieblock for second class citizens
>Work at a factory(probably even has suicide nets)
>Keep the social score up
>Contemplate the choice between having relative comfort and having purpose
less dangerous than the ork run, but more depressing

>>5029777
Thanks...? Do you get a flower for every one of your appointees?

>>5029818
+
Ask her if she wants to come inside

>>5029822
>letting xenos into your room
come on man, get some standarts

>>5029831
The emperor didn't raise no rude guardmen

>>5029811
more depressing for now, but wait until grind and self improve

>>5029788
+1

>>5029777
>"...thanks?"

>>5029845
Gue'la grinset

>>5029777
>>Smash the pot on her face

>>5029794
>>5029777
+1

>>5029794
Support.
But also, be sure to thoroughly check the package for bugs after she leaves. Our tech knowledge may come in handy again here.