>>6128176
>Ninety-Nine stayed where she was, she was in the command deck after all and no one told her where she was supposed to be specifically.
We really need to find Nintey-Nine some Gaunts to be her tiny friends.

>>6128176
>Faustius

>>6128176
>Ninety-Nine looked for Inquisitor Greyfax

>>6128176
>Ninety-Nine stayed where she was, she was in the command deck after all and no one told her where she was supposed to be specifically.

>>6128176
>Ninety-Nine stayed where she was, she was in the command deck after all and no one told her where she was supposed to be specifically.

>>6128176
>Ninety-Nine looked for Faustinius
I wonder how abhumans would view 99. Ogryns would obviously just think whatever they're told to think but what about actually sapient abhumans?

>>6128176
>Ninety-Nine looked for Faustinius

>>6128176
>Ninety-Nine stayed where she was, she was in the command deck after all and no one told her where she was supposed to be specifically.

>>6128201
Don’t mention the nids and say that she is a rare phycher abhuman- probably OKish

>>6128176
>>Ninety-Nine looked for Faustinius
Also someone vote + on suptg. It has 4 votes and it deserves a green

>>6128176
>Ninety-Nine looked for Faustinius

>>6128176
>Ninety-Nine stayed where she was, she was in the command deck after all and no one told her where she was supposed to be specifically.
They'll go to us if they want us.

>>6128176
>Ninety-Nine stayed where she was, she was in the command deck after all and no one told her where she was supposed to be specifically.

>>6128178
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>>6128198
>>6128293
>>6128493
>>6128545

Votes locked in

Everyone in the ship moved. Be it the servitors or tech-priests, everyone knew where they had to go. Not Ninety-Nine, she tugged at her sleeves and the hood again to cover her features, even if it meant obstructing her vision. The very thought of being seen frightened her for now.

“Subject Ninety-Nine, to hangar five. Subject Ninety-Nine, to hangar five.”

Ninety-Nine circled around, she found no signs of where she was meant to be. After minutes of wandering, Ninety-Nine sniffled. The crowds ignored her, and no one seemed to be willing to help.

“Subject Ninety-Nine, to hangar five. Keep going forward, over the rails, and go to the fifth ship.”

Ninety-Nine followed the vox’s instruction. A group of skitarii rangers and a large metal capsule waited at the ship. The skitariis turned their blue lensed eyes at Ninety-Nine who flinched. They chattered in raspy whispers that left a distorted crack. The skitarii pressed a button on the capsule. A grating moan creaked out from the capsule as the middle portion opened up. The skitarii pointed at the interior.

“Do you… want me inside?”

The skitarii nodded.

“Why can’t I ride in the ship?”

“Orders from Magos Faustinius, you are to enter.” The skitarii said.

Ninety-Nine sighed and entered the capsule, trapping her in cold darkness. She felt the capsule being moved and then attached with a heavy snap. The dark interior suddenly lit up by the holo-screen inside the capsule.

“Ninety-Nine. Your mission is to enter enemy territory and eliminate vat grown tyranids.”

The screen showed a tyranid but with black carapace with twisted, malformed flesh. Extra limbs protruded on their backs, bumps and warts infected their flesh, their fangs were not uniform but grown to different lengths. Ninety-Nine blanched as she stuck her tongue out.

>“You are to infiltrate the outpost of the heretek’s forge fortress and eliminate the vat grown tyranid scouts. Then wait at the outpost for further instructions.”
>“You are to move with the skitarii unit and assist the initial assault by being dropped near by the forgre fortress with other skitarii units.”

No write-in

>>6128864
>“You are to infiltrate the outpost of the heretek’s forge fortress and eliminate the vat grown tyranid scouts. Then wait at the outpost for further instructions.”

>>6128864
>>“You are to infiltrate the outpost of the heretek’s forge fortress and eliminate the vat grown tyranid scouts. Then wait at the outpost for further instructions.”

We can solo this.

>>6128864
> “You are to move with the skitarii unit and assist the initial assault by being dropped near by the forgre fortress with other skitarii units.”

>>6128864
>she tugged at her sleeves and the hood again to cover her features, even if it meant obstructing her vision. The very thought of being seen frightened her for now.
my precious baby, dammit

>“You are to infiltrate the outpost of the heretek’s forge fortress and eliminate the vat grown tyranid scouts. Then wait at the outpost for further instructions.”

>>6128864
>>“You are to infiltrate the outpost of the heretek’s forge fortress and eliminate the vat grown tyranid scouts. Then wait at the outpost for further instructions.”
Not only is this her THING... I want her to possibly meet the heretek. It'll be fun, if they just happen to be in this outpost...

>>6128864
>>“You are to move with the skitarii unit and assist the initial assault by being dropped near by the forgre fortress with other skitarii units.”

>>6128864
>“You are to infiltrate the outpost of the heretek’s forge fortress and eliminate the vat grown tyranid scouts. Then wait at the outpost for further instructions.”

>>6128866
>>6128867
>>6128927
>>6128967

Votes locked in

>>6128864
>“You are to infiltrate the outpost of the heretek’s forge fortress and eliminate the vat grown tyranid scouts. Then wait at the outpost for further instructions.”

“You are to infiltrate the outpost of the heretek’s forge fortress and eliminate the vat grown tyranid scouts. Then wait at the outpost for further instructions. You will be dropped in t-minus five hours.”

“That’s so long!”

No answer. Ninety-Nine cross her arms and sighed. With nothing to do, she closed her eyes and slept. Her peaceful slumber soon ended by blaring alarms and flashing red light. Ninety-Nine rubbed her eyes as she slowly stirred up.

“Huh… whuzz iz it?” Ninety-Nine yawned.

“Warning. Past target drop zone. Warning. Past target drop zone.”

Then, weightlessness. Ninety-Nine giggled as the new floaty sensation levitated her. Her hair moved freely as if underwater. This new lack of gravity was only ruined by the lack of space. Ninety-Nine wondered if this was what swimming was like. Maybe she could—

WHAM

The immediate force slammed Ninety-Nine on impact. Her head swayed left and right, her vision blurred, Ninety-Nine shook her head. The capsule opened with a pressurized hiss, she peeked her head and found herself surrounded in a metal interior. Ninety-Nine saw a webs of pipes spread far and wide and metal walls that oozed with dark red slime. A bright light poured through the gaping hole pierced by the fallen capsule.

>Ninety-Nine quickly exited her capsule, and searched for the tyranids
>Ninety-Nine examined the red ooze
>Write-in

>>6129416
Short update there will be another one

>>6129416
>Ninety-Nine examined the red ooze
Mystery sauce.

>>6129416
>Ninety-Nine quickly exited her capsule, and searched for the tyranids
"nids could be here"

>>6129416
>Ninety-Nine examined the red ooze
>If it's related to the nids, use it to cover our scent
Can't go infiltrating if we positively reek of incense and machine oil from the time spent in a mechanicus vessel.

>>6129416
>Ninety-Nine examined the red ooze

>>6129416
>Ninety-Nine examined the red ooze

>>6129416
>Ninety-Nine quickly exited her capsule, and searched for the tyranids

>>6129434
>>6129458
>>6129462

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Ninety-Nine approached the wall, the red oozed smelled thickly of unnatural paste. The ooze squelched as Ninety-Nine scraped the slime with her talon. The tip of her long and pink tongue hesitantly touched the ooze. The putrid stench of rot and lip puckering sourness touched back. Ninety-Nine smeared the ooze on the least dirtiest wall.

“Blegh!” Ninety-Nine smear the ooze on the least dirtiest wall.

The ooze continued to drip from the wall. Ninety-Nine brought her nose and sniffed. Her sense of smell however did not detect the origin of the scent, for it had none. She cocked her head, then sniffed, once again, nothing. No meat should have no scents, it made no sense. How can a bad tasting meat have no scent?

“That’s weird…”

Ninety-Nine looked up at the hole then around her surroundings. On every wall the red ooze dripped, glistening from the green flames from dimly lit torches to glowing crystals embedded in wire riddled lanterns that hung on ceilings and walls. Ninety-Nine’s dark vision began to adjust. Suddenly, Ninety-Nine heard a tapping on the floor that sounded like six footsteps.

>Ninety-Nine hid in the shadows
>Ninety-Nine looked for a way down
>Ninety-Nine looked for a way up

>>6129522
>Ninety-Nine hid in the shadows
Hmm. Hopefully she doesn't get Nurgle-brand super aids from licking that.

>>6129522
>Ninety-Nine looked for a way down

>>6129522
> Ninety-Nine hid in the shadows

>>6129522
>Ninety-Nine looked for a way down

Up is the direction we just came from.

>>6129522
>Ninety-Nine looked for a way down

>>6129522
>Ninety-Nine looked for a way down

>>6129583
>>6129580
>>6129563
>>6129538

Votes locked in.

Recommended soundtrack for this mission

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUKIgo1R3pg&list=PLggwHaWkdoiauENyO73WJM9Do6S9sxvhb&index=3&ab_channel=GhostShipGames

Ninety-Nine looked for a way down. No stairs and with no way for a grav lift, Ninety-Nine dove into an open vent and crawled away. She waited, until the skittering was a distant echo. Ninety-Nine crawled deeper until she arrived at the other end. She hopped out of the vent but her footing slipped on the metal floor layered with sticky red mucus.

“No no no!” Ninety-Nine frantically whispered.

With one final slip, she landed face first into the ground. A trail of ooze followed as Ninety-Nine stood back up. The red robe became sticky and now shriveled up, clinging to her skin with a damp and coarse texture.

“I hate this day already…”

Ninety-Nine stood back up and saw a wide open space ahead of her that was nearly devoid of light. Despite the open flames, darkness choked the lights from spreading. Chains hung from above, some with meathooks that held naked men and women with strange symbols carved into their stomach. Ninety-Nine sniffed the air.

Can’t get a scent…

Small chunks of flesh and broken metal bits filled each room Ninety-Nine sniffed the remaining bits, catching scent of oil and incense similar yet different to the tech-priests back in the Caestus Metallican. The melee they held were jagged and sharp, with guns with coiled metal bits with welding lines that stitched the metal parts together. After checking the final room, she saw a cracked cogitator next to the metal automated door bruised with dents and scratch marks. Ninety-Nine had to wonder… why was it so quiet here?

>Ninety-Nine descended the stairs

>Ninety-Nine pressed a random button
Roll d100, this is pure luck

>Ninety-Nine walked back, hoofed the floor, then charged

Difficulty: 22
Amount of rolls: 1
Dice: D20
Modifier: Strength (+4) and Agility (+2)

Reason: It’s a damaged door. It’s easy to bust through but the floor is rather slippery
Success: The door will be smashed down, but there will be a loud sound
Failure: The door will be still be smashed down, but there will be a louder sound… with a surprise.

VOTES WILL BE COLLECTED THEN I WILL ASK YOU TO ROLL

>>6129842
>Ninety-Nine pressed a random button
Can't put this option and expect me not to vote for it.

>>6129842
>Ninety-Nine walked back, hoofed the floor, then charged

Time to use our head!

>>6129842
>Ninety-Nine descended the stairs

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>>6129842
>Ninety-Nine pressed a random button
RNGESUS TAKE THE WHEEL

>>6129842
>Ninety-Nine pressed a random button
I'm guessing the hereteks failed to control the scouts and have begun to massacre the place but couldn't breach the door. So what were the hereteks protecting that the nids wanted?

>>6129842
>Ninety-Nine pressed a random button
The enemies of the Emperor cannot anticipate our plan if we have no plan.

>>6129842
>Ninety-Nine walked back, hoofed the floor, then charged

>>6129848
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>>6129977


Well anons, it seems that you are trusting your faith with reckless abandon. Let's see if it pays off. Roll a d100.

1 - 25 will be a normal success
26 - 45 will be no success, she will look for another route and nothing bad will happen.
46 - 55 will be no success, she will have to roll a sneak and beat a difficulty roll of 6 with a D6 with two rolls.
50 - 100 No success, and enemy encounter that is different from 46-55

Ave Imperator

>>6130002
Woops, two rolls only

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>6130002
Let see what faith lend us toward.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>6130002
God Emperor Preserve Us

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>6130002

Rolled 2 (1d2)

In my retardation, I forgot to mention if I will take the lowest or the highest.

So.

1.
69

2.
30

I will also roll for it, it feels unfair to take the lowest without mentioning it. Never let it be said I am an unfair QM.

Well, shit. I swear you guys are so lucky, it's unreal. I'll write the update tomorrow.

Want to take a break for today, update will be tomorrow

>>6129641
>Recommended soundtrack for this mission
Soon to become
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmRRfd2-VeM

The outpost had more turns and twists than a maze. Ninety-Nine wandered the halls and descended more stairs until she found no more rooms to explore. Ninety-Nine huffed a frustrated sigh then climbed back up the stairs. No scents pointed her a way, and not a soul remained in this outpost.

“I’m so hungry…”

A skittering from before drew close from a corner as a pained breath wheezed out. Ninety-Nine jumped back inside the vent and watched. A clawed hand peeked from the corner first, then the entire body pulled itself forward. It was a heretek priest that Ninety-Nine saw inside the capsule. The tech-priest crawled on the floor, pulling himself with his hands and his mechadendrites. His lower half jutted out metal wires and black entrails, leaving a smeared black trail.

The tech-priest arrived at the locked cogitator. His mechadendrite rose up, and began clicking on the cogitator buttons. Ninety-Nine waited to see the door behind, until something else appeared. A heavy dollop of mass emerged from the shadows.

“Going somewhere?”

A hand encased in power armor grabbed the mechadendrite as its form fully liberated itself from the darkness. A battle-master! Though this one looked more unique. Instead of rich cloth or capes, he wore stitched up dry skins. Skulls and bones hung from his armor with three decomposing heads on a spike plated at the back. Though he seemed different, Ninety-Nine knew better, his armor was blue, therefore, he was an Ultramarine.

Ninety-Nine hopped out of the vent.

>“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine from the Watch Fortress of Kryptman! Glory to Ultramar!”*
>“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine from the Watch Fortress! I didn’t know a kill-team was joining, are you also here to look for the vat grown tyranids?”
>“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine. I didn’t know you were also joining, Emperor you have a lot of snacks, do you like eating flesh too?”
>Write-in (but keep to the spirit of the answers)

*99 still doesn’t know the name of the watch fortress

>>6131176
>“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine. I didn’t know you were also joining, Emperor you have a lot of snacks, do you like eating flesh too?”
this will be fun

>>6131176
>“Hel-roh, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine from the Watch Fortress of Kryptman! Glory to Ultramar!”*

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>>6131176
>“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine. I didn’t know you were also joining, Emperor you have a lot of snacks, do you like eating flesh too?”

>>6131176
>“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine. I didn’t know you were also joining, Emperor you have a lot of snacks, do you like eating flesh too?”
Somebody probably should have filled her in on what a chaos space marine is before sending her down here.

>>6131176
>“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine. I didn’t know you were also joining, Emperor you have a lot of snacks, do you like eating flesh too?”

>>6131176
>“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine. I didn’t know you were also joining, Emperor you have a lot of snacks, do you like eating flesh too?”

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>>6131214
>“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine. I didn’t know you were also joining, Emperor you have a lot of snacks, do you like eating flesh too?”
KRYPTMAN, WHY DID YOU SEND YOUR ADOPTED DAUGHTER INTO THE HANDS OF CHAOS!
KRYPTMAN SHE HAS LIKE 3 INT!
KRRRYPPPTMANNN!!!

>“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine. I didn’t know you were also joining, Emperor you have a lot of snacks, do you like eating flesh too?”

It'd be interesting if she like human flesh as she grows up

>>6131700
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“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine. I didn’t know you were also joining, Emperor, you have a lot of snacks, do you like eating flesh too?”

Malor Sakand stared at this delightful thing. He and his warband had been hired by the rival of this forge world to eliminate their vat grown tyranid and this forge world’s Fabricator General for double payment in weapons. So, here he was, staring at the tiny thing that was an affront of humanity, he would have squashed it, but the thing spoke something interesting.

“By joining, who do you refer to, meat?”

“You and your kill-team? From the watch fortress?” Ninety-Nine said confusedly. “Are you not from Deff Watch?”

“Ah yes. I am. My kill-team has separated for now. Why have you come here?”

“To look for the grown tyranids.” Ninety-Nine answered obediently.

“They are here, I can confirm that.” Malor said. “I will be taking command now. You are to follow me, am I clear?”

Ninety-Nine nodded. Yet… something did not make sense. Why was the kill-team separated and why wasn’t she told? Then again, why did this battle-master look so different? They didn’t eat snacks like her! Ninety-Nine’s tiny brain (but soon to be big) sweated to add the details together. Think… think… think!

Difficulty: 9
Amount of rolls: 1
Dice: d10
Modifier: Intelligence +3

Reason: Ninety-Nine does know how the average loyalist astartes looks like, but she is used to listening to orders. This is a critical thinking moment for her. She does not know traitor astartes exist but knows that something is strange.
Success: +1 intelligence, Ninety-Nine will ask some questions which will make the Night Lord give up playing games which will lead to her hiding until he leaves.
Failure: Ninety-Nine will do what he says

pic rel

Another update will follow due to the short update

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>6131793
fuck it guess i'll roll

>>6131797
Goddamn, this anon don't miss
We getting a new braincell lads

>>6131797
YEA! KNOWLEDGE IS POWER!

Now are we smart enough not to say something stupid….

>>6131797
nice

>>6131812
Whoa now, let's not get crazy! That adorable ignorance is our money maker.

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Rolled 5 + 3 (1d10 + 3)

>>6131793
here we go!

>>6131797
nice one.

>>6131797
You know I make this Penance Token system, and I never get to use it. I'll update now.

Btw anyone works out here?

>>6131797
Every dice roll gives her another iq digit. Cannot stop winning.
>>6131884
I work in construction.

>>6131898
Well shit that's working out alright, based. And massive respect to you man, thank you for keeping the city alive and expanding.

Something was indeed wrong.

No one told Ninety-Nine about the arrival of a kill-team or heard of a kill-team being separated. Not to mention, no battle-masters enjoyed snacks like her, that she knew so far at least. Ninety-Nine paused, she looked up at the battle-master that just exuded something foul.

“Are you really a battle-master from the watch fortress?”

“Of course I am, you dare question me?” The battle-master brought his revving chain glaive. “I am your master.”

Ninety-Nine took a step back. “W—Who’s the leader of the watch fortress then?”

“I know who it is, it’s—”

The chain glaive descended with a mighty roar, its rotating fangs sunk into the floor as Ninety-Nine hopped out of the way. Ninety-Nine dodged in time then crawled back into the vents. It did not matter where she would head into. Not when the chain glaive bit through the vents with a revving snarl.

“Where do you think you’re going, little meat?”

A rasp laughter echoed through the vents. Ninety-Nine—

>Went for the left vent, where she dropped into a room full of dead tech-priests
>Kicked the vent below and dropped into an empty room with a hatch
>Kept crawling forward

Updated Stat

Health: 50
Agility: 4/10, [+ 2]
Intelligence: 7/10 [+3]
Strength: 8/10 [+4]
Senses: 6/10 [+ 3]
Sneak: 5/10 [+ 2]

>>6131900
>Went for the left vent, where she dropped into a room full of dead tech-priests
Intelligence is now our second best stat.

>>6131900
>Went for the left vent, where she dropped into a room full of dead tech-priests

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>6131900
Rolling for direction, from top to bottom option respectively.

>>6131900
>Kept crawling forward

>>6131924
>Intelligence is now our second best stat.
no...

>>6131900
>Went for the left vent, where she dropped into a room full of dead tech-priests

>>6131900
>Kicked the vent below and dropped into an empty room with a hatch
What's in the hatch?

>>6131884
I handle orders for fruit + veg wholesale logistics

>>6131900
>Went for the left vent, where she dropped into a room full of dead tech-priests

>>6131900
>Went for the left vent, where she dropped into a room full of dead tech-priests

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>>6131899
>mfw i realise he meant excercise rather than job.
Thanks qm, why did you wanna know? Do you make any gains?

>>6131884
Not in any serious capacity.
Just a simple daily routine to keep myself in shape.
> [CurrentAge] x 1 Situp
> [CurrentAge] x 1 Pushup
> [CurrentAge] x 1 Squat
> [CurrentAge] x 1min walk

>>6132008
I meant exercising anons

>>6132064
I like to think I do, I finally moved to my next set of weight for bench, thought I'd ask just out of curiosity, see if anons here like working out like I do

>>6132069
Honestly that's not bad either, it's also important to maintain your body too

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>>6131900
>Went for the left vent, where she dropped into a room full of dead tech-priests
Smells like LOOT BOXES to me. Any chance we could make a check to get her some armor and explosives?

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>>6131176
>Though this one looked more unique. Instead of rich cloth or capes, he wore stitched up dry skins. Skulls and bones hung from his armor with three decomposing heads on a spike plated at the back. Though he seemed different, Ninety-Nine knew better, his armor was blue, therefore, he was an Ultramarine.
Night Lords my beloved

>>6132163
Redeemed Night Lords when

>>6132172
Never.

>>6132172
If they were redeemable they wouldn't be in the night lords

>>6132172
tbqh it's probably easier to redeem a member of the night lords than any other of the traitor legions because they don't really have a reason to be evil besides "we're evil lol"

How likely is it lore wise? Or is this "depending on the x" kind of thing?

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>>6132305
What, redeemed night lord? Crack fic territory. But then again, so is the tyranid monster girl, kind of. Often it's not about the character/event, it's about the way it's handled.
But those guys are so evil it's funny. They barely even care about chaos gods, they just want to murder, for fuck's sake. My favorite recreational terrorists.

>>6132312
Yeah, I like the night lords but redemption feels not possible. Maybe a fresh recruit but even still a night lord recruit already got kills in his belt

>>6132323
yeah we should just kill him. fuck traitors. the emperor of mankind demands it.

>>6131924
>>6131935
>>6131982
>>6132003
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>>6132142

Votes locked in

Ninety-Nine continued to crawl and headed left. She kicked the vet down and dropped down. She saw a room full of dead tech-priests, torn limb to limb with jutting metal wires. Their lenses were dark, and the cold metal carcasses smelled of rust and rotting flesh.

“Little meat, where could you be?”

The voice cackled. Thankfully, the room’s door was closed but she heard the muffled sound of doors being slammed open and it grew closer and closer. Ninety-Nine looked around, seeking for a means to defend herself with the addition of her claws and fangs.

“Come out and you’ll die painlessly!”

Her heart thumped, the blood in her body rushed as something within her sped up her thoughts. She wanted to cry, but no tears would come out, only a jolt of energy that seemed to keep her mind forward. She looked at the dead tech-priests and their soldiers, holding their weapons tightly.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The sound inched closer and closer, then… it stopped, silence. Ninety-Nine’s heart still beat, she saw the weapons beckoning.

One tech-priest held a curve handled ax and a spiky pistol, with one arm absent and the other dented and bent.

Another was a corpse that appeared smiliar to a skiitari but with black pins on its exposed head, the shattered lenses exposes a yellow eyeball with milky white pupils, this one held a bulky and short rifle with a bayonet.

The third tech-priest had its left half reduced to mush and corroded metal, holding an intact rifle with valves and pipes, dangling with all manners of strange charms and wires but it had a trigger and a sight. The weapon however would be too large to be sneaked through the vent. The weapons would make sound regardless if she pried them from their hands.

>Ninety-Nine grabbed the ax and the spiky pistol
>Ninety-Nine grabbed the bulky sawn-off rifle
>Ninety-Nine grabbed the big weapon, intending to open the door and hope the weapon would work
>Ninety-Nine did not touch the weapons, and crawled into another vent on the floor level

>>6132414
>Ninety-Nine grabbed the big weapon, intending to open the door and hope the weapon would work
HEAVY
WEAPON
SPEC

>>6132082
Damn you ambiguities of the English language!

>>6132414
>Ninety-Nine grabbed the bulky sawn-off rifle
let's go with hit and run

>>6132414
>Ninety-Nine grabbed the bulky sawn-off rifle

Hail to the queen, baby.

>>6132414
>Ninety-Nine grabbed the ax and the spiky pistol

>>6132312
Loyalist nightlords were still all about them terror tactics.

If anyone went black shield, thye would still be utter psychopaths. There is a reason raptors are a legion speciality.

>>6132414
>Big weapon.

Smacc

>>6132420
>Ninety-Nine grabbed the big weapon, intending to open the door and hope the weapon would work
She's gonna be a big girl in the future. might as well spec into heavy weapons.

>>6132414
>Ninety-Nine grabbed the big weapon, intending to open the door and hope the weapon would work
Forget the door.
Going to need that oomph to blast through the ceramite.

>>6132414
>>Ninety-Nine grabbed the big weapon, intending to open the door and hope the weapon would work
>>6132478
They grow up too fast

>>6132478
>>6132597
>>6132643
>>6132463
>>6132420

Votes locked in

Ninety-Nine grabbed the big weapon, intending to open the door and hope the weapon would work. The weapon in her hand felt chunky, with bumps and edges that the strange weapon had. The wires either hung or connected into the barrel, with trange charms that had funny inscriptions. Ninety-Nine pulled the clenched finger as gently as she could, yet the fingers did not pry easily.

“Come on… please.” Ninety-Nine whispered to herself.

She grabbed the fingers and pulled again hard. The fingers pried open but with an audible snap, crackle, and pop. The sound echoed, ringing off the metal walls. Ninety-Nine quickly grabbed the gun and found the trigger and the sight. The stomping rumbled again and approached, faster, faster, faster…

The door opened with a bang. The astartes and Ninety-Nine locked eyes. Ninety-Nine pivoted, aimed the rifle in the general direction, and pulled the trigger. The rifle vibrated, the wires and charms trembled as the gun vibrated for a moment and it fired a green beam in a bright flash. Malor sidestepped the beam then thrust his chain glaive.

“Die!”

The beam missed its mark. The rifle’s unexpected recoil kicked Ninety-Nine’s footing into a direction that narrowly dodged the glaive. In the split second, there was a sense of clarity taht layered over fear. The adrenaline flooded her blood, pupils dilated, her mind told her to fight, yet her mind told her to run.

>Ninety-Nine fired again
>Ninety-Nine coiled her legs and tucked her tails between her legs, then hurled herself into the armor
>Ninety-Nine dragged the weapon into the vent behind her on the floor level

Votes will be collected then will be asked to roll

>>6133150
>Ninety-Nine fired again
An imperial-sanctioned tyranid hybrid wielding a necron gauss flayer.

>>6133150
>>Ninety-Nine fired again

>>6133150
>Ninety-Nine coiled her legs and tucked her tails between her legs, then hurled herself into the armor

Trust not, the heretics machines.

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>>6133150
>Ninety-Nine fired again

>>6133150
>fire agai

>>6133150
>Ninety-Nine coiled her legs and tucked her tails between her legs, then hurled herself into the armor

Not sure if she will be able to hit the target. The recoil seems to be a lot for her.

>>6133150
>Ninety-Nine coiled her legs and tucked her tails between her legs, then hurled herself into the armor
We picked the fucking tank spec specifically so we could dunk on losers like this.

>>6133150
>>Ninety-Nine coiled her legs and tucked her tails between her legs, then hurled herself into the armor
>>6132172
Is there any case where anyone gets redeemed by chaos? besides dying

>>6133150
>Ninety-Nine fired again

>>6133150
>Ninety-Nine coiled her legs and tucked her tails between her legs, then hurled herself into the armor

>>6133307
The Night Lords aren't as thoroughly corrupted as the other traitor legions and even tend to look down on those who embrace chaos. They're just evil fucking assholes like their dad.

>>6133342
>>6133307
>>6133306
>>6133304
>>6133184

By using a heretek gun, NInety-Nine has earned [Heavy Weapon Proficiency I]

Health: 50
Agility: 4/10, [+ 2]
Intelligence: 7/10 [+3]
Strength: 8/10 [+4]
Senses: 6/10 [+ 3]
Sneak: 5/10 [+ 2]

Difficulty: 18
Amount of rolls: 2
Dice: D20
Modifier: Strength (+4)

Reason: Night Lords, enough said. But I’m feeling nice.
Success: +1 to strength, will allow Ninety-Nine to take a second action
Failure: Night Lord will get his chance to hit

Will be at the gym, will update later.

Rolled 3 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>6133620
emperor, give us strength

Rolled 14 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>6133620
MACHINE SPIRITS, GRANT ME GOOD ROLLS!

>>6133634
nice

Rolled 18 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>6133620

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>>6133665
get bent night fag! you're dad was killed by a woman!

>>6133666
hate to pop your bubble there but
>Amount of rolls: 2
We still passed though.....just about.

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>>6133667
damn, I missed that Bo2. Fudge.

>>6133665
Writing

A correction on the new skill.

Heavy Weapons Proficiency I will be changed to Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency I

Current Stat + New Stat

Health: 50
Heartiness: 10
Agility: 4/10, [+ 2]
Intelligence: 7/10 [+3]
Strength: 8/10 [+4]
Senses: 6/10 [+ 3]
Sneak: 5/10 [+ 2]

Skills:
Exoskeleton Armor,
Natural Weapons,
Hive-Mind Takeover (Lvl 2),
Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency I

Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency I

Whenever Ninety-Nine uses a heavy ranged weapon, she is able to add one (subject to be changed) for a roll that has the option to use her weapons along with the modifier of Strength and other modifiers involved.

Ex.

Difficulty: 15
Amount of rolls: 1
Dice: d20
Modifier: Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency I, Strength

Reason: N/A
Success: N/A
Failure: N/A

Dice roll is 10

So

Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency I (+1) + Strength (+4) + Dice Roll (10) = 15

As Ninety-Nine grows, the rolls will be more difficult. But, she will have more skills to help. While I want this game to be fun and not stressful, I still want to give a challenge. If there is some concern anyone has, please let me know! I’m still learning this process!

Question: Do you feel the game is too easy or hard? Do you want to up the difficulty or lower it? What do you think of the difficulty I have for now?

Ninety-Nine coiled her legs and tucked her tails between her legs, then hurled herself into the armor. Malor smirked,Malor was certain that this little thing can’t hurt an astartes like him. He watched the little monster curl and coil, staring at his eyes. In an instant, she launched herself.

“Come, deformed servant of the Corpse Emperor!”

A heavy blow struck his guts. Akin to a power fist or a thunder hammer, the bludgeoning blow dented his armor and sent his footing tumbling.

“HURGH!”

His feet caught one another and nearly fell. Ninety-Nine dodged another thrust and a swipe, she jumped back, crouched, then lunged again. Her claw cut through the ceramite but not deep enough to damage the flesh. Yet, the burning adrenaline told her to try again, and so she did. She could not explain the rush of energy, but that did not matter. Claw marks, tail dents, and even bite marks riddled the dark blue ceramite armor.

“You little arrogant meat bag!”


Malor screamed, yet he did not attack. Instead, he brought his glaive up, spread his feet about the width of his shoulders then shifted his shoulder back. No sound echoed, except for the humming rev of the chain glaive. The sudden rush deflated, exhaustion began to pull her down.

>Ninety-Nine scrambled for her weapon then fired again (Difficulty Roll, High)
>Ninety-Nine scrambled into the vents, her mission was to scout then wait (Difficulty Roll, Normal)
>Write-in (I’ll try to tailor the rolls)

>>6133752
>Ninety-Nine scrambled for her weapon then fired again (Difficulty Roll, High)
We're going to eat his progenoid glands.

>>6133752
>Write-in
>Suddenly, Ninety-Nine got an idea! She cocked her head to the side as though looking past Malor. "Battle-Master! You found me!" Scamper away as Malor's distracted.

>>6133752
>Ninety-Nine scrambled for her weapon then fired again (Difficulty Roll, High)
"Foaw da Empurwaa!"

>>6133748
shouldn't our strength be 9/10 now ?
>>6133752
>Ninety-Nine scrambled into the vents, her mission was to scout then wait (Difficulty Roll, Normal)

>>6133751
The difficulty level is fine, the thread's just populated by absurdly lucky fuckers.
Worry not, their fortune cannot hold up infinitely.

>>6133792
Yes, that's correct

Stat

Health: 50
Agility: 4/10, [+ 2]
Intelligence: 7/10 [+3]
Strength: 9/10 [+4]
Senses: 6/10 [+ 3]
Sneak: 5/10 [+ 2]

>>6133793
Here's hoping, I want to actually dwindle down that hp for a bit. She is incredibly lucky

>>6133799
Nice dubs, but nah we are going to win forever.

>>6133752
>Ninety-Nine scrambled for her weapon then fired again (Difficulty Roll, High)

If we beat him, i want to take his helmet and bring it back to the fortress to show to the other astartes we beat an heretic.

>>6133793
>>6133799
It’s actually a normal amount of luck
Every roll you’ve given so far has had more than 50% success chance
Even the most recent BO2 roll was roughly 62.5% chance of passing
If you want to fail more checks you might want to consider DCs over 20, especially as we accumulate bonuses

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>>6133752
>>Ninety-Nine scrambled into the vents, her mission was to scout then wait (Difficulty Roll, Normal)

>>6134216
old yuri kino

High
>>6133757
>>6133775
>>6133872

Normal
>>6133792
>>6134216

Votes locked in


>>6134216
Tfw Ninety-Nine can't even have a researcher lover like the alien-chan. I really can't wait until the timeskip so some tragic (maybe) romance can happen

Difficulty: 20
Amount of rolls: 1
Dice: D20
Modifier: Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency I (+1), Strength: 9/10 [+4]

Reason: It’s a Night Lord
Success: The beam will hit the night lord, and will be damaged
Failure: The Night Lord will have the opportunity to attack back

Rolled 3 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>6134291
Machine spirit of the most blessed RNG, be kind!

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>>6134294

Rolled 9 (1d20)

I will now roll for Night Lord, modifiers will be hidden for QM reasons.

Because this was a low roll, though he did make the difficulty.

99's Exoskeleton Armor will negate some damage from the Night Lord. So, the total damage will be 13.

Current stat

Health: 37
Heartiness: 10
Agility: 4/10, [+ 2]
Intelligence: 7/10 [+3]
Strength: 9/10 [+4]
Senses: 6/10 [+ 3]
Sneak: 5/10 [+ 2]

Penance Token: 1

Will write an update.

Ninety-Nine scrambled for her weapon, the Night Lord growled and chased. Before she could reach the weapon, she heard the rattling teeth of the chain glaive, she dove. The Night Lord swung his chain glaive again toward Ninety-Nine’s neck. Her arm blocked the way, the teeth slowly scooped through her exoskeleton. She smelled the iron. The glaive let out its revving screech that drowned her ears. The glaive thirsted for blood. Impure blood.

Ninety-Nine ducked. As she did, the chain glaive stuck on her arm peeled the exoskeleton off her arm like a scab then scraped her soft skin below. She yelped. Blood began to pour out, the floor sizzled. Ninety-Nine clutched her wounded arm. She eyed the vent, then to the weapon in hand. The Night Lord growled a rumbling chuckle.

“What’s wrong, meat?” Malor said. “Where did your bravery go?”

Ninety-Nine hissed.

“Adorable.” Malor said. “I admit… you were tougher than I thought. You will make for a great toy. I can’t wait to pluck your bone armor and flay you alive.”

Ninety-Nine dover for the vent. As she crawled through, the haunting laughter echoed.

“Run, run little meat! I will come for you! Ave Dominus Nox!”

Ninety-Nine delved deep within the vents, and sat in a spacious corner cornel, she curled her legs then wrapped her tail around her. As her heart ceased its pumping, a hot stream of tears flowed. Ninety-Nine covered her mouth to muffle her weeping. Ninety-Nine prayed to the God Emperor…

>For wisdom
>For forgiveness
>For power

>>6134336
>For wisdom

>>6134336
>For wisdom

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>>6134336
>For Salvation
>Deliver me from my enemies oh my Emperor, defend me from them that rise up against me. Deliver me from the workers of iniquity and save me from bloody men. The mighty are gathered against me. Awake to help me and behold.

Question for you Krypt-Chan. On the low chance that we manage to kill the night lord, do we get anything from eating his brains, organs, and geneseed? You know since 99 is part tyranid and they're all about adaption?

>>6134336
>>For wisdom

>>6134348
I would have you guys vote for which organ to eat, some would give some boost to the stats and omophagea would unlock memories of the night lord and let 99 have omophagea, but no stat boost .

Also, no write in, sorry

>>6134336
>For forgiveness
Sorry, Emprerar. I wasn't strong enough to fight the evil battle master...

>>6134348
You know what I changed my mind, I like this one. This one is also an option

>>6134348
+1

>>6134336
>For forgiveness

>>6134348
>>6134376
Supporting the secret 4th option

>>6134336
Changing my vote >>6134388 to support >>6134348

>>6134348
+1

>>6134348
>For Salvation

I hope you guys aren't voting for this because I like it anons

>>6134447
If it's any consolation, I think it's similar enough to the "for forgiveness" option. The flavor text just makes it sound cooler.

>>6134336
>For Salvation
I'll wager 99 is going to feel a really weird kinship with the IG after this.

>>6134447
Write-ins are always popular if they can manage some traction.

>>6134469
It does, which is why I liked it.

>>6134484
If it is convinced she is an abhuman or she can have the authority of an inquisitor by being a throne agent maybe

>>6134348
+1

>>6134336
>>For power

>>6134336
>First person to call her adorable
>>6134348
Support!

>>6134635
>>6134509
>>6134484
>>6134432
>>6134420
>>6134407
>>6134370

Counted, update will be posted later today

[???]

Ninety-Nine clasped her hands.

“Emperor… save me. I know I’m not supposed to ask for your help like, but I’m so scared. Please… please help me.”

The silent prayer continued.

There was silence. Ninety-Nine climbed back through the vent with a trembling heart. No sound echoed in the quiet facility. The wind blowed at the top of the outpost, Ninety-Nine waited for anyone to find her. She saw the barren landscape of the planet, a pale world with a dim sun. A constant shadow layered the dark planet.

“Where is everyone?” Ninety-Nine mumbled.

Emotions and energy drained from her body, all there was left was a panging emptiness that left her hungry. She saw the tall spooky and black mass from the horizon, and the ensuing lasers and flying vehicles. The battle was over there, not here, yet… she did not want to be there, she did not want to experience the piercing fears and despair.

An hour passed. Then two. Then three. Then, night. Ninety-Nine laid on the roof of the outpost, watching the lit skies and glowing beams from the black fortress. Surely, no one has forgotten about her, right?

>Ninety-Nine waited, as the instruction told her to
>Ninety-Nine walked forward to the fortress,

>>6134940
>Ninety-Nine waited, as the instruction told her to

>>6134940
>Ninety-Nine waited, as the instruction told her to

>>6134940
>>Ninety-Nine waited, as the instruction told her to

>>6134940
>Ninety-Nine waited, as the instruction told her to

>>6134940
>Ninety-Nine waited, as the instruction told her to
>The Emperor had saved you, for the bad man was gone. Upon the horizon the servants of He Who Sits on Terra fight for mankind, dying for the Imperium. They too pray to the Emperor. They too wish for salvation, for his grace.
>Your god gifted upon you a moment reprieve in his infinite kindness, yet you were still ordered to stay.
>An so you prayed fervently, that your lord might guide his angels of death to victory, that the enemy not take one step.
>"Protect us, O Emperor, from the snares of the heretic, the mutant, the xeno, and the warpspawn. In you we place all our faith. In you we find refuge. In you we find our avenger. Lead us forth into the legions of humanity's foes with thy spirit and give us the courage and capability to slay the foes in every battle we are compelled to fight, though they last until the end of time."

If Ninety-Nine is staying put, the least she can do is pray for victory for her kill-team friends.

>>6134940
>>Ninety-Nine waited, as the instruction told her to

>>6134940
>Ninety-Nine waited, as the instruction told her to
We have one job, let's not fuck it up.

>>6135318
>>6135165
>>6134973
>>6134950
>>6134948
>>6134941

Votes locked in

And so she waited.

And waited.

Ninety-Nine prayed that The Emperor would give them the strength, or the Omnissiah, both were used interchangeably in her exhaustion soaked confusion. Ninety-Nine’s mouth stretched wide as a long yawn escaped. Suddenly, a rattling whirl sounded off from above. She looked up to see a drop ship floating above that beared the mechanicus symbol.

“Huh?”

Several armored men dropped. Their grav-chute hissed a blue flame, suspending them before they landed with a heavy thud. The tech-priests whispered a distorted rasp that Ninety-Nine could not understand. Their heads fixed forward, then their lenses moved to focus Ninety-Nine.

“Heed our words, child of the Omnissiah.”

Ceramite armor layered on top of the hooded red robes. The wires connected to their bodies swayed as their hulking bodies moved. They stood with a hunch, with one arm engulfed by a large metal weapon and other hand replaced by a sharp mechanized clamp.

“I— I heed.”

The tech-priest with three lenses nodded.

“Very well. We will take thee to the battlefield.”

The tech-priest’s mechadendrite wrapped Ninety-Nine then grabbed the rope that repel them back up. The ride to the fortress was quiet and smelled of incense and iron.

“Child of the Omnissiah. We, the priests of Auxilia Myrmidon, are sent forth by Archmagos Belisarius Cawl to aid Magos Faustinius. However, it is also to witness your growth. We will begin the arming ritual then the alpha trial of iron.”

Ninety-Nine was not sure what was going on. The tech-priests clasped the joints and welded the ceramites together, encasing Ninety-Nine in heavy ceramite armor.

“Omnissiah be praised, process complete.”

She was like the battle-masters, or these priests… she thought for a moment.

>She felt like a battle-master. energy rushed through her veins. She was saved. Her prayers were answered. The Emperor did not abandon her. “THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! FOR THE EMPEROR!” [or insert your own]

>Something strange within her formed the words, something that Ninety-Nine could only describe as The Motive Force that she learned before. Clad in ceramite, she felt like a tech-priest. A great engine roared in Ninety-Nine’s heart for The Emperor saved her, no… The Omnissiah did. “MACHINE GOD GUIDE MY CLAWS!” [or insert your own]

>She felt like neither

“This unit’s emotion inhibitors registered 79.876238% of righteous fury. This unit will allow itself half of it.” The tech priest said.

“And now, your weapon, child. Wear it well and smite the unholy foes of The Omnissiah.”

The other tech-priest brough Ninety-Nine

>a custom fitted heavy stubber with ammo pack
>a custom fitted heavy melta with various grenades
>a missile launcher
>write-in [within reason but have fun]

>>6135935
>She felt like a battle-master. energy rushed through her veins. She was saved. Her prayers were answered. The Emperor did not abandon her. “THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! FOR THE EMPEROR!”

> (write in) Autocannon.

>>6135935
>She felt like a battle-master. energy rushed through her veins. She was saved. Her prayers were answered. The Emperor did not abandon her. “THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! FOR THE EMPEROR!”

>a Power Wrench, "We do not log firearms training to be part of your regimen. But this melee tool should prove most effective."

>>6135935
>She felt like a battle-master. energy rushed through her veins. She was saved. Her prayers were answered. The Emperor did not abandon her. “THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! FOR THE EMPEROR!” [or insert your own]

>A thunder hammer

>>6135935
>She felt like a battle-master. energy rushed through her veins. She was saved. Her prayers were answered. The Emperor did not abandon her. “THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! FOR THE EMPEROR!”

>a custom fitted heavy stubber with ammo pack

>>6135935
>She felt like a battle-master. energy rushed through her veins. She was saved. Her prayers were answered. The Emperor did not abandon her.
Faithmaxxing
>a custom fitted heavy stubber with ammo pack
I think an autocannon is a bit big for us right now. When we get older though, I expect to dual-wield some very heavy automatic firepower,
For now though, 99 shall wield Ma Deuce.

>>6136051
I just find the idea of some deranged cogboy giving a tiny mutant girl what amounts to fully-automatic anti-tank rifle to be chucklesome.

>>6135935
>She felt like a battle-master. energy rushed through her veins. She was saved. Her prayers were answered. The Emperor did not abandon her. “THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! FOR THE EMPEROR!”
It's okay, we're praying to him as a man, not as a god.

>Autocannon
Big gun for a heavy Str build.

>>6135935
>Empeeor protects.

>A thunder hammer

>>6135935
>>She felt like a battle-master. energy rushed through her veins. She was saved. Her prayers were answered. The Emperor did not abandon her. “THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! FOR THE EMPEROR!” [or insert your own]

>a custom fitted heavy stubber with ammo pack

>>6135935
>>Something strange within her formed the words, something that Ninety-Nine could only describe as The Motive Force that she learned before. Clad in ceramite, she felt like a tech-priest. A great engine roared in Ninety-Nine’s heart for The Emperor saved her, no… The Omnissiah did. “MACHINE GOD GUIDE MY CLAWS!” [or insert your own]
>a custom fitted heavy melta with various grenades

>>6135935
>Something strange within her formed the words, something that Ninety-Nine could only describe as The Motive Force that she learned before. Clad in ceramite, she felt like a tech-priest. A great engine roared in Ninety-Nine’s heart for The Emperor saved her, no… The Omnissiah did. “MACHINE GOD GUIDE MY CLAWS!”
>a custom fitted heavy stubber with ammo pack

>>6135935
>autocannon
I want to look like a more mechanized biovore

>>6136051
You know what? Fuck it, if we can fit an
>autocannon
I want one

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>>6135962
+1 autocannon and faith maxing. We'll make a sister of battle out of her yet.

>>6135935
Don't forget to pray very loudly and fervently.
>"By his might I shall cast the heretic down!"
>"By his will no temptation will find purchase upon my soul!"
>"By his designs will my strike be true!"
>"BY THE INDOMITABLE SPIRIT OF HUMANITY I SMITE THEE! I CASTE AUTOCANNON!"

>a custom fitted heavy stubber with ammo pack

>>6136118
>>6136051
>>6136050

>For the emperor
>>6135962
>>6135975
>>6135979
>>6136050
>>6136051
>>6136064
>>6136118

Fuck I did not see that update hold on

Autocannon
>>6136378
>>6136338
>>6136334
>>6136064
>>6136334
>>6136338
>>6136378


heavy stubber
>>6136050
>>6136051
>>6136064
6136118
6136250

Looks like even wit the two votes fro the machine god the emperor option is still higher.

So, after researching autocannon, that shit is huge. I'll have to nerf it a lil to make it work. Custom fit like the other weapons.

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>>6136442
Might want to go back and check that. You've double counted three votes for autocannon, counted one for autocannon as for heavy stubber and still counted my vote for heavy stubber that I changer (though perhaps I could have made that clearer) for a final total of four for autocannon and three for heavy stubber.

>>6136444
Autocannon don't have to be the massive 25-30+mm long-barrel monsters you find on AFVs and aircraft (those are for when we're all grown up). There are smaller options available like light AA guns that are basically large-calibre HMGs.

Autocannon
>>6135962
>>6136064
>>6136334
>>6136338
>>6136378

Heavy stubber
>>6136050
>>6136051
>>6136118
>>6136250

Alright votes are locked in

Funny how I fucked up my vote on election day kek

>>6136508
There are good examples of "man portable" autocannons and heavy stubbers in the deathwing game.

So the Vengence is probably what people mean by autocannon, and heavy stubber would be an assault cannon.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tg2T2Zweyao
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9LzZrIT9_lc&rco=1

Actually, I think it might be just myself, but i don't remember how tall 99 is.

>>6136525
I thought autocannon was those long barrel ones

Greyfax was not having a good time.

Then again, ever since she woke up, she was not having a good time. From escaping Cadia then stopping a conspiracy within the Ecclesiarchy, to now this. Greyfax was not having a good time.

“What is the situation of the siege?”

“Siege craft reporting, 20.24% chance of breaking the gate within the three hours.” The skiitari reported.

Greyfax nodded. “Keep me updated.”

“Compliance.”

The command center of the field watch from a fair distance. Not too far from the battlefield, but close enough to move when she needed to. Greyfax and Magos Faustinius watched the portable cogitator set on the floor project the battlefield. Various vehicles and dots representing skiitari platoons stayed still. The distant booms and crack echoed and the ground trembled gently.

“They have yet to send their vile creations.” Greyfax said.

“They will be unleashed when my vanguards make their counter-attack.”

Greyfax tapped her crossed arms. “And I assume this will be when they send their chaos marines forth.”

Green light bathed Faustinius. “Indubitably.”

There was a reason why she was here. Instead of an Ordo Xenos inquisitor, she was here for a reason. The Ordo Xenos would get their due, after all, Kryptman was watching in the safety of his Watch Fortress and Subject Ninety-Nine was sent to be tested. However, Ordo Hereticus was involved due to the dark mechanicum, working with the chaos warbands known as—

>Working with the chaos warbands known as The Magma Hounds, a Khornate warband
>Working with the chaos warbands known as Whispering Forge, the Alpha Legion warband
>The Word Bearers, this did not bode well, and when the Greyfax found, she knew what she had to do.

>>6136552
>Working with the chaos warbands known as The Magma Hounds, a Khornate warband

They're the most straightorward one.

>>6136552
>The Word Bearers, this did not bode well, and when the Greyfax found, she knew what she had to do.

>>6136552
> Working with the chaos warbands known as Whispering Forge, the Alpha Legion warband

>>6136552
>>Working with the chaos warbands known as Whispering Forge, the Alpha Legion warband

>>6136552
>The Word Bearers, this did not bode well, and when the Greyfax found, she knew what she had to do.
Anything but Alpha Legion. They would screw us over a dozen different ways without ever facing us on the battlefield. I do not want to be given new objectives only to find out later that we crippled our allies' siege and are due to be exterminated because of it.

>>6136552
>The Magma Hounds, a Khornate warband

>>6136552
>>Working with the chaos warbands known as The Magma Hounds, a Khornate warband

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>>Working with the chaos warbands known as The Magma Hounds, a Khornate warband
BLOD FOR DA BLOD GOD

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>The Word Bearers, this did not bode well, and when the Greyfax found, she knew what she had to do.

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Update will be tomorrow things are busy with my life atm, I'll be part of a crew for a indie movie.

Working with the chaos warbands known as The Magma Hounds, a Khornate warband. Formerly known as the Knights Excelsior, Greyfax received a brief report that they were lost and corrupted during an Abyssal Crusade, where they invaded a Dark Mechanicum world. In the later years, they then emerged as the Magma Hounds, a Khornate warband working with the Dark Mechanicum.

“I see no daemon engines yet either.” Greyfax said. “Magos, where is your vanguard?”

“They will arrive, these vanguards are unorthodox in their ways.”

Greyfax raised an eyebrow. “You are hardly a man of unorthodoxy.”

“In combat, adaptation and flexibility must be utilized in order to avoid unnecessary casualties.” Magos Fautinius said. “My emotional cores return dismay and anger when they are described as disposable. No servants of Omnissiah are ever disposable, thus it is written.”

“Magos. Inquisitor.” Sub-Domina Khephra said. “The vanguard has arrived.”

Suddenly, tolls of bells echoed. A binaric hymn sang from the voices of the vox waved through.

>Greyfax looked up to see a murder of Fusilave Archaeopter soar through the air and dodging attacks without fear. Greyfax looked at both Khephra and Faustinius in confusion.

>A herd of Onager Dunecrawler stampeded across the field, tanking hits as they charged forward… with Ninety-Nine on the gunner’s hatch firing as she bellowed a high pitched war cry

>Write-in [be creative!]

Looks like I managed to squeeze it in

>>6137053
>>A herd of Onager Dunecrawler stampeded across the field, tanking hits as they charged forward… with Ninety-Nine on the gunner’s hatch firing as she bellowed a high pitched war cry

>>6137053
>A herd of Onager Dunecrawler stampeded across the field, tanking hits as they charged forward… with Ninety-Nine on the gunner’s hatch firing as she bellowed a high pitched war cry

>>6137053
D'aww, Faustinius is still a weirdly-compassionate cogboy.

>A herd of Onager Dunecrawler stampeded across the field, tanking hits as they charged forward… with Ninety-Nine on the gunner’s hatch firing as she bellowed a high pitched war cry
Naturally, at some point she's going to have to get out and is going to take it with her. If they didn't intend for it to be removable they'd have used better rivets.

>>6137053
>A herd of Onager Dunecrawler stampeded across the field, tanking hits as they charged forward… with Ninety-Nine on the gunner’s hatch firing as she bellowed a high pitched war cry

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>>A herd of Onager Dunecrawler stampeded across the field, tanking hits as they charged forward… with Ninety-Nine on the gunner’s hatch firing as she bellowed a high pitched war cry
FOR THE EMPOROR
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Nice, what will you be doing as a crewmember?

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Gaffer and PA

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>>6137468
I only just now realized 99 got the 40k equivalent to a magic girl transformation when the admechs were bolting armor onto her.

>>6137506
Ah yes, Ninety-Nine being an Admec Magical (Psykic) Girl as admec or imperial guard propaganda kek

A herd of Onager Dunecrawler stampeded across the field, tanking hits as they charged forward. The dusts rose in the wake of the stamping mechanical feets and treads. Wrathful missiles, plasma, and bolter shells smashed against the heretek fortress. Greyfax squinted her eyes, she saw Ninety-Nine on the gunner’s hatch firing as she bellowed a high pitched war cry. The only way she identified Ninety-Nine was her tail swinging like a dog.

“Magos, they are not under your command completely are they?”

“The company of Auxilia Myrmidon have been sent by the Archmagos. He has offered his priests in this endeavor.”

Greyfax sighed sharply then exhaled slowly. “Wonderful. Do keep me informed of this next time, Magos. I will not allow it a second time.”

Faustinius placed a hand on Khephras shoulders as her sharp glare and her feelt pivoted. Fautinius then spoke in a lingua technica. Greyfax assumed something insulting or secretive, but this was the nature of the Adeptus Mechanicus. The cogitator projected the positions of the heavy vehicles and the skiitari moved behind as the slow advance began.

“The gate has yet to be taken down.”

“Soon, inquisitor.” Khephra said.

The armored vehicles rolled through the battlefield. The shields and the armor took the corrosive attacks but did not stop their righteous path forward. Sub-Domnia Khephra hooked her neuro-control into the cogitator and commanded in holy binarics. Greyfax…

>Saw the Onager Dunecrawlers plant themselves in the open and fired their artillery shells at close range. The dark mechanicum’s gate was on the verge of its destruction. Ninety-Nine was beside one of the dunecrawlers, handing shells to the skiitari loaders.
>Saw the Onager Dunecrawlers move forward then stopped at a relatively safe distance and drew the fire of the fortress. Then the elite squads of skiitari flanked the fortress, placed melta charges on the weak points and rushed in with Ninety-Nine being part of the vanguard of a skiitari squad.

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>Saw the Onager Dunecrawlers move forward then stopped at a relatively safe distance and drew the fire of the fortress. Then the elite squads of skiitari flanked the fortress, placed melta charges on the weak points and rushed in with Ninety-Nine being part of the vanguard of a skiitari squad.

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>Saw the Onager Dunecrawlers move forward then stopped at a relatively safe distance and drew the fire of the fortress. Then the elite squads of skiitari flanked the fortress, placed melta charges on the weak points and rushed in with Ninety-Nine being part of the vanguard of a skiitari squad.

>>6137582
Oh damn I missed the reference. Faust is a total bro.

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>Saw the Onager Dunecrawlers move forward then stopped at a relatively safe distance and drew the fire of the fortress. Then the elite squads of skiitari flanked the fortress, placed melta charges on the weak points and rushed in with Ninety-Nine being part of the vanguard of a skiitari squad.

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>>Saw the Onager Dunecrawlers move forward then stopped at a relatively safe distance and drew the fire of the fortress. Then the elite squads of skiitari flanked the fortress, placed melta charges on the weak points and rushed in with Ninety-Nine being part of the vanguard of a skiitari squad.

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>Saw the Onager Dunecrawlers move forward then stopped at a relatively safe distance and drew the fire of the fortress. Then the elite squads of skiitari flanked the fortress, placed melta charges on the weak points and rushed in with Ninety-Nine being part of the vanguard of a skiitari squad.

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>>6137506
Armoring ritual IS the 40k version of a magical girl transformation.

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>Saw the Onager Dunecrawlers move forward then stopped at a relatively safe distance and drew the fire of the fortress. Then the elite squads of skiitari flanked the fortress, placed melta charges on the weak points and rushed in with Ninety-Nine being part of the vanguard of a skiitari squad.

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The next time we do missions involving Tyranids, is there a chance we can keep some as pets, or war mounts to aid us in combat?

An idea from an old Warhammer Planetary Governor Quest: the Governor had some admechs experimenting on tyranids, and they were fending off Drukari and their shittery. The admech pretty much put a shit ton of augment controllers in a big ass tyranid scythe form and had it go to town on the knife ears.

What I'd like to know is if we can sort of do the same. That is, force several Tyranids into compliance, lets the Mechanicus study them with relative safety while we're in close enough proximity to keep them from fighting back, and let the priests augment the Tyranids to hell?

>>6137970
The first challenge would be to get the others to now shoot it on sight, which is never, ever going to happen. They barely tolerate us as-is.

By the way QM, which side of the Great Rift are we on? From the fact that people aren't eating each other, they have the resources to spend on Project 99 and there's regular communication to those with the biggest wigs, I guess we're in the Imperium Sanctus?

>>6137970
>is there a chance we can keep some as pets, or war mounts to aid us in combat?
My dude, Kryptman is already burning a lot of goodwill just keeping us alive and unpurged, even on orders from Robogogo. There is a 0% chance of any nids being allowed to survive (dominated or not) once a mission's over.

The heat of the melta charges washed Ninety-Nine gently. The armor stirred as Ninety-Nine marched forward, her finger firmly held on to the trigger. The autocannon roared a thunderous boom, a stream of lightning and bullets rushed ahead of her. The bolts punched through the unprepared tech-priests and combat servitors, leaving sizable holes in Ninety-Nine’s wake of destruction.

“FOR THE EMPEROR!”

A mighty bellow echoed inside the fortress as the flanking skiitari squads and the priests of Auxilia Myrmidon charged. The dark red sky rumbled. The smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh whipped as the winds from the explosive impacts hit the fortress. The interior was similar to the outpost, dark metal walls, red oozes, green flames, and strung up corpses.

“We are the Omnissiah’s hammer and your time hath arrived!”

The priests of Auxilia Myrmidon unleashed their arsenals. A stream of melta, arcs of lightning, and pure explosive power swept the enemies of Man. Amongst the smell of war, Ninety-Nine caught a familiar scent but blander. She turned her head to a gate that slowly opened. A small horde of tyranid swarm rushed out. Ninety-Nine immediately rounded up the minds of the vat-tyranids… only to find nothing to grasp on to.

Empty. Soulless.

>Ninety-Nine tried again [will gain new minor ability to see through and control a small swarmling but will have to roll for damage from being distracted]
>Ninety-Nine fired [will gain 1 of 3 checks to advance into Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency II]

You'll get both it's just which you want first

>>6137977
Around that area yes.

>>6137970
Honestly, >>6137995 makes a good point. Kryptman's on thin ice. Lore-wise, no.

>>6138005
>Ninety-Nine tried again [will gain new minor ability to see through and control a small swarmling but will have to roll for damage from being distracted]

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>Ninety-Nine fired [will gain 1 of 3 checks to advance into Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency II]

>>6138005
>Ninety-Nine fired [will gain 1 of 3 checks to advance into Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency II]
We are the real Ripper now.

>>6138005
Hm, I feel like the minor ability would be a good stepping stone long-term (we were specifically created to turn the swarm against itself), but I'm also worried about the damage we've already taken.
Seeing as this is a siege and there's probably a lot more in store, I'm gonna play it safe with
>Ninety-Nine fired [will gain 1 of 3 checks to advance into Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency II]

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>Ninety-Nine fired [will gain 1 of 3 checks to advance into Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency II]

>>6138005
>>Ninety-Nine fired [will gain 1 of 3 checks to advance into Heavy Ranged Weapons Proficiency II]

>>6138005
>Ninety-Nine tried again [will gain new minor ability to see through and control a small swarmling but will have to roll for damage from being distracted]
Ninety-Nine's entire purpose was to act as a low level Imperium Friendly Hive Mind replacement. Why are we all not voting this?

>>6138005
>>Ninety-Nine tried again [will gain new minor ability to see through and control a small swarmling but will have to roll for damage from being distracted]
Not quite Queen Bitch of the Universe yet, but soon(tm)