in b4 ponos and vagooo

You consider for a moment, your finely honed body and mind taking in every possible detail of the girl bordering womanhood (she's totally in, like, junior sororitas college or something its totally legal dude), a gasp, increased heart beat, a nervous quivering, the Adeptus Mechanicus behind her giving a thumbs up and winking, you finally decide to:
1) "...Let me carry you to somewhere we can finish our communication."
2) "Your fear betrays a lack of faith. See the chaplain and leave me be."
3) Genuflect.
4) J-J-J-JAMMM IT IN
5) NEEEEEERD RAAAAAAGGGGEEEEEE
6) "This is not enough pylons."
7) "Just as planned..."

FALCON PUNCH FOR THE EMPEROR

also this is old.

>>2293228
>>2293236
Old copypasta is old. Read it from the archives instead of this.

>>2293235
Ah what the hell 1

You know, up until the skubitos thing, this was making me ;_; a little, and I was thinking that I wouldn't sage it because >>2293240 said it was old.

But since I've never actually read a 40k fan fic, I've always wanted to sage one... and now I get that chance, yay.


Still, for a moment there you were touching all my heartstrings.

>Anonymous has chosen Option 1!
You have to report to briefing. You always ensure keeping at least twenty four hours readiness open between you and your arrival at the briefing. This was what enabled your fast response to the pirate eldar attack.

However. Something acts within. Some impulse long buried.

"...Let me carry you to somewhere we can finish our communication," The enginseer behind her tries to catch your eye, but you pay no heed behind your visor. She smiles. Her teeth. She tries to cover them, quickly, stretching her lips over it, hiding it, looking down again in shame. She must have been having trouble eating.

She's so small, so light, as you reach down, carefully placing your hands at points to support her. It's awkward. You hesitate, and then she wraps an arm around your neck, whispering into your ear, "It's okay, you can hold me just like this."

She clings with strength greater than you expected. Carefully, you hold her, as you crouch, keeping her in perfect balance, to grab her cart.

"No, leave it," she whispers again, "By the...The conversion is soon. I...I won't need it again."

You note the insinuation that you would have to carry her to her final fate. She clings again, and you catch a shortness of breath. She wants this.

You turn, heading for your meditation cell, a strange, old, familiar emotion arising at the pit of your stomach: Uncertainty.

The Bloodied is empty, save for a few wandering servitors and naval personnel scuttering away from the prying eyes of their superiors. Some stop to look at the strange, combat ready soldier holding on to the small, half made doll. One goes so far as to ask where you are talking the servitor's organics.

She squeezes deeper, and a hot gasp of air is detected by your synth skin suit. The helpful HUD also informs that moisture is being two streams running across the armored sneaking suit.

"Attend your duties," you whisper as you move along.

The cell is small, true. It was not built for comfort. Still holding her with one arm, you, after a moment, reach for the wall, and set the cot down you had folded away, convinced it would never be used. It takes up the whole six foot length, and squeezes a third away of the six foot width, of the room.

"The...The lights are out," she whispers. It is to forget the world you see is different from theirs. You reach, flick a switch never before touched. A bulb buzzs, crawls to a gloom dispelling yellow glow.

You sit in the cot, as she looks around.

"Barren...Well, I. I guess it's at least all yours?"

You nod.

She purses her lip, and slowly relaxes her arm, slipping off your neck, as you ease her down, upon her lap. She is quivering again.

"You are cold."

"Mmm," she shakes her head, vigorously back and forth, "Mmmnmmm, no, no, I'm...I'm not...Hhhnn, I'm just..." Her eyes run, as her face crumples up, stitches stretching, "I'm...I'mmmm."

She weeps. She folds into you, your HUD, popping up, informing you her temperature, her height, weight, blood pressure, heartrate, armaments (None) and her threat rating, and starts weeping.

Your visor blinks complaints of warm, salt water running over your legs, as you stare down at the guidance system for the Imperium of Man's next weapon system.

Her fingers dig across your abdominals, her tears and sobs of stopped now, as she clenches her teeth together, soft grinding coming to your enhanced ears. It hurts her, to feel the nerves meeting raw behind the steel, but she can't help it.

She was only sixteen.

Do you...
1) Try to figure out how to comfort her.
2) Give her some time.
3) Ask her for what she needs.
4) ?????

2

FALCON PAUNCH

>>2293323

Agreed.

>>2293307
1

>>2293304
>>2293306
>>2293307
Goddamnit, why did I come back to this?

In the grim darkness of the future, there is only ;_;

>>2293330
"I-I-I'm sorry I'm just so-"
"Sinai"
You see her lone eye open, still moist with tears staring down, but you urge her up gently, taking hold of her chin. You whisper, "Show me your moves."
"Wha-"
"FAILCUWN PAUNCH"

She rebounds off the wall, crackling like cereal, bleeding from every orifice, somewhere above you, before falling like a sack of wet cats at your feet. Shit man. You gotta clean this up now.

BAD END

Option two was always the superior one. Anyway, get to the inquistor part shooting his boltgun.

>>2293323
>>2293347
For a moment, you think, you remember familiar scenes of this time and time again through the sights of your scope, the scenes playing out as the Emperor's wrath fell upon them, how the younger ones would panic. Fall to tears. How people comforted them.

For a moment, you reach for her. Then, you realize you have no idea how to do this. You would mimic displays watched from miles away.

"Be strong," you mumble, regretting as soon as you start it, "For the Emperor."

She quiets, a little. You wait. You give her time. She sniffs, looks up, her eye red, supported by her one arm, her face a sodden mess, "Forgive me my Lord, I," she whispers, "I just don't want, don't want this."
She hesitates, looks at you. Whispers another apology, plucking at the hem of her shirt, she tries to wipe up the tears on your synskin. Carefully, you put a hand behind her, keeping her from falling.

You don't know what exactly she had done, to offend the Preachers of the Omnissiah. She was alone on this craft, a young apprentice of the Ecclesiarchy at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Pure luck, that you were there, seeing her mangled, torn near to pieces and almost as one with the machine as she was intended to be now. In truth, you had more pressing matters. But you were on your way anyway. She was crying out, and the enginseers were clamoring about her.

When you finally had reached her the recoil had torn apart her left side. She had been blinded by a piece of her flying femur. The tech priests were halfway to firing again by the time you tore her out of there. Running down the corridors, a shrieking package with bloody strings dangling off of it-

Truly generous medicae had saved her.

"But now, my cost outweighs my benefits," she whispered, "And I, I had damaged some systems. The Adeptus Mechanus lay claim to me, by right of treaty. There is no other way for me to repay my sins, they say. Father Martell agrees with them."

Her eye looked down, "I do not hate them, for they are right, and we are voyaging to blessed crusade; all are ready to be martyrs, for the cause. But," she bit her lip, "I, I, I, haven't lived. I wanted, I wanted to see Terra, at least once. To touch the Emperor's gate. To bend knee outside the chorus, or-" Her eyes travel up to you, then stop as she looks down again.

She lapses into silence for two, three minutes, before, with some effort crawling back onto the cot, touching the wall, leaning into you.

Do you...
1) What the fuck are you gonna say? Wait her out.
2) Say, "wait here", and risk death by trying to fix things for the better for her?
3) Hugzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

3

3

We're going to fucking Terra.

>>2293398

Fuck YEA!

Just as planned...

She's warm. It is not that the cold bothers you- but the simple human contact, her earnest desire to be as close as possible-

You feel her hand wrap around yours, lifting it, and places it on her thigh, as she places herself in the crook of your arm. The eyes, still went, run across your ribs. Her nose runs across your side, before she settles her cheek next to your heart. She looks up at you, gulps.

"It's not long and..." She breathes, slowly, "I want my l-l-last moments to be happy- with, with you!" She interjects at the end, blushing at her oversight.

Her breathing accelerates. She's waiting for you to do something-

Footsteps, a chorus of three, coming down the hall. 56 meters and closing. The tell tale squeak of poorly maintained wheels confesses their intent.

1) Give her a final moment with you.
2) Just hold her.
3) Ready your weapon.
4) Say goodbye.
5) ?????

3

Time paradox!

>>2293467
3

>>2293467
11111111111111111111111111111111111111111111

>>2293477
Different choices man, different choices.

>>2293482
No! You will BE KILL BY TIME VORTICES TRYING TO CORRECT THE FABRIC OF TIME AND SPACE

1

rolled 2 = 2

IMMA FUCKING GENIUS

rolled 1 = 1

>>2293509
Didn't even help either.

>>2293513
Well. There we go I guess.

Goddamnit, you sucked me into this 40k shit with a heartwarming story.

You damned well better deliver.

I agree with Drawde. Please update?

Again, a flicker of memory. She leans into you. Her heart beat increases, her lone arm reaches for your mask, the foot steps drawing near, she for a moment glancing at the door in fear-

The mask slides off your face and for an instant you feel naked, ashamed, terrified. You're never supposed to take off your mask when dealing with others. The mask is supposed to be your new face, your only face.

Yet, for a sixteen year old girl doomed by misfortune to be lobotomized, its somehow easy as drawing breath to defy years of training and indoctrination.

She stares, open mouthed, uncaring of her shattered teeth and scarred body, shocked and surprised.

"You-" She whispers, "You're-"
She doesn't have time to stammer an apology as you take hold of her and draw her in.

Behind her ribcage, her heart flutters like a bird in a frenzy, and for a moment she stiffens in fear- before eagerly diving back into you, drawing close, pulling herself off the cot and into you, her tongue darting into your mouth, surprising you. For too short a moment, you melt into one another, losing all grasp of responsibility, position, duty-

The door opens, and you both jerk away from one another. The Mechanicus is there, smiling. "Funny," he whispers, silver rimmed teeth flashing between studded lips, before he falls into business.

His hand raises, a metallic claw pointing, choosing the lamb, "It is time for redemption, Sister Sinai." A mite theatrical, like a common actor playing the role of the reaper.

Two navvies flank the tech priest, nervous. Unsure whether or not they had breached imperial secrets. You feel the girl next to you relax, slipping her grip upon you, "Th-thank you, you're..." She looks up into your face, composed, sad, but accepting of her fate, "I am lucky, to meet one like you, to pity me so."

1) "..."
2) "You have a beauty that no scar could dim. You are the kind one."
3) "You don't have to go."
4) ??????

>>2293557
>>2293573
MAN I'M THINKING OF THIS AS I GO DUDE I AIN'T GOOD AT THE ROMANTICAL FINGS

>4) Heresy

rolled 21 = 21

>>2293585

3.

And then start blasting some techpriests a new one.

2

A bittersweet parting which will forever lay you awake, wondering if, for a brilliantly shining moment, you were human.

>>2293594
What are they going to do, kill me? I am already dead inside.

>>2293585
3

All we need is Random Guardsman and we'd have the biggest thread of tears EVER.

3 but it's going to be tragic anyway...

>>2293591
Don't worry, Edward's ADD kicked in, he's forgotten about the thread already.

Even in death I still tear up a bit and press f5

Fuck this. Any objections to me taking up the torch here?

>>2293670
I object, last time round this turned out great. We don't need others muddying the water.

"Don't believe in yourself. Believe in the Emperor, who believes in you!"

>>2293682

Sure. If nothing's happened in an hour, come get me.

I'm picturing Sinaivitor chasing after Little E, broom and dustpan in hand.

4: "I will be requiring its services. You are dismissed."

Also, with this kind of softness, one wonders what Sister Sinai was doing in the Sororitas in the first place, attending to the descendant kittens and puppies of the Emperor's pets while all the cool big sis Sororitas are off burning heresy?

>>2293726
Yeah, she's a Sister Vetinarius.

>>2293726
Dispite their name not all of them do battle. There are different orders.

>>2293644
Actually it was GURPS that grabbed my attention.

But Goddamnit I want more of this.

And I don't have Attention Defici-- Oooh, shiny penny!

>>2293757
err, eddy, that's a pop cap

"You don't have to go."

The Adeptus Mechanicus snorted then, raising an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?"
"She doesn't need to go," you reply matter of factly. It was the truth. The charges were fomented by a tech priest desiring to make clear dominance in a match against the Ecclesiarchy upon the ship. Sister Sinai was a victim of an accident, certainly not a malicious vandal working against the tech priests.

"Assassin," the tech priest began charitably, waving to the two navvies flanking behind, who nervously ready their weapons, "I do not wish to appear curt, especially against one who is filled with the blessings of the machine god, BUT," the electric tone raises, overwhelming what natural noise there used to be, "I SHALL NOT BE DELAYED BY YOUR WISH TO SATE YOUR CARNAL LUSTS!" He pauses then, hisses, "If you keep this up, I shall have no choice BUT to call your inquisitor."

Beside you, Sister Sinai quailed, insisting that all calm down, that she'd be willing to go, she wishes only to serve the Emperor. The tech priest appears unwilling to compromise.

1) Let it go.
2) Condition 4; Negotiation.
3) Condition 3; Intimidation.
4) Condition 2; Coercion.
5) Condition 1; Elimination.

>>2293768
Still shiny

>>2293769
3

...1.

....

3

>>2293777
When you say Coercion you mean with ruptured organs and shattered bones, right?

>>2293769
5!

>>2293782
Exactly.

2

Definitely 2. Let's see him run to our Inquisitor after we stuff his own ballbag into his mouth.

>>2293786
Good, good. No need to kill.

That's much too quick.

>>2293783

Condition 0; Chaos

5, a Vindicare is not capable of anything else.

In before "It was not a true Vindicare at all!"

Scatter vote!

...I'd have to vote for 1 though. Sister Sinai wouldn't like her boyfriend beating the shit out of Techpriests and Navvies, would she?

Also, anyone have the last run through of SUPAA SERVITORU ROMANCU?

Uh okay.

Two for 1.
Two for 3.
Two for 5.
A possible two for 4.

...No one likes negotiation, huh?

Assassin beats inquisitor, right? Just kill em.

>>2293817
I do, but it's boring

rolled 5 = 5

Time to trust the heart of the dice!

Ignoring the second option of course.

>>2293828
Well fuck.

EXTERMINATUS.

3:
"I have no 'carnal lusts'" *drops pants to show steroid balls*

Then again, does anyone else suspect that what surprised the Sister when she removed the Vindicare's mask was that the assassin is a woman?

>>2293769
3

5

>>2293850
I was thinking massive scaring. But I thought that's what happened with all of them. I does not no teh 40k lore.

>>2293892
This one turned out alright.

Sister Sinai needs to be seen.

No drawfag would do it, but eh, one can hope.

2

>>2293902
I KNOW! I mean, Goddamn, I haven't read Love Can Bloom and I don't give a rat's ass about 40k, but that fucker is hot. Look at that Goddamned chin. You could crush rocks with that fucker. You know you want that motherfucking chin.

Why did I just go into a "Profanity sales pitch"...?

>>2293909
I assumed the OP's pic was her.

Speaking of which, FFFFFFFFFFF keep writing, damnit. My heartstrings are being plucked. If he doesn't save that girl and become her father, or make her last day alive magical, if you get my drift, I'm gonna be pissed.

My faggotry levels are at maximum, I need some fucking romance.

>>2293923
Speaking personally, I'd prefer that he become her father AND show her the magic, if you catch MY drift.

Silence. It is regrettable, you reflect, after considering your options. You were coming close to something before the indoctrination.

Two navvies. Flechette guns- one sawed off. In the cell, those whirring pieces of metal would make for an ad-hoc blender. Killing the two fools, small comfort as it would mean your's and the primary's death.

"Does your silence mean cooperation, or do you suffer from some malfunction?"
"V-Vindicare?"

The simplest way would be to use the Exitus pistol- only five rounds in the magazine however. Reserve it. Three men, especially with the main threat drawing closer did not require expenditure of munitions.

"Oh no," whispers Sister Sinai, "Oh no oh no oh no oh no," Her eyes widen in peripheral vision. She expects it. So does the tech priest, stepping forward, drawing some augmetic or another.

Sister Sinai shrinks away. Good girl.

Your boot slams into his chest, meeting steel plating, causing the tech priest to stumble back, chuckling, brandishing a drill hand, and obscuring the shot of the two navvies beyond the narrow door. From the noise of it, the dermal plates were a slap job on his part. The navvies cry out, as the tech thinks that a drill is an effective weapon.

You duck under, grasp the arm firmly at the wrist, then reach with your bionic arm. He struggles, has some enhancements, a tough one, the drill is spinning sputtering and kicking- ah.

You feel the top of the dermal plate, and will your bionic to grip as hard as it can, and pull. The Adeptus Mechanicus shrieks. While the steel might be strong, the flesh surrounding it is weaker. The collar bone pops out before the left navvy, the bearded and jumpier looking one decides to just shoot through the tech priest.

A few get sputter through the plate, embed themselves in your syn skin. The rest finish the job you started on the tech priest. The right navvy comes through, gun first as the tech priest starts to crumple. The drill arm is still going as you toss it at him.

Hot blood spatters across your cheek as you roll into the hall, drawing inaccurate fire from the bearded navvy. He spares a second to see the red road of ruin running down his comrade's body left by the tech priest's drill before you're on him.

He fires again, and you feel hot gunpowder kiss your cheek. One hand has to grab the knife he attempts to draw, the other the gun he holds. You bring your forehead into his nose, hard.

Three times his breaking nose echoes in the hall, and he falters each time. First to his knees, then he is only held up by your strength alone, then before he can plea for mercy, you push the nose the last few inches into his brain.

A short step on the screaming navvy's throat ends his cries, the drill caught in his belly, uselessly attempting to turn through, jammed with gore and intestine.

In less than a minute, the combat is over. Not quiet, but definitely quick. You step over the growing puddle of blood, to stand in your cell's entrance.

Sister Sinai curls in the corner, wide eyed, blood spattered, shivering in her cassock, staring at you. Terrified.

1) Calm her down.
2) Go and do what must be done- she doesn't need to understand what you do to be saved.
3) Whoopsie. Maybe go back before traumatizing her?
4) Kill her. Complete all objectives, wait on your cot for the Inquisitor's assessment.

>>2293972
>>2293972
1111111111111111111111111111111111111111

>>2293972

2

1.

A sane minded servant of the Emperor is worth a thousand zealous ones.

Maximus Awesomus

2

Great. Instead of becoming a servitor, we've just created the backstory of an unstable 16 year old who will probably turn out to be one of the only ones who can pilot a new kind of Titan, and will have a total personality shift where she acts all tough, only later for her facade to be shattered and her to go catatonic as her repressed memories of this moment re-emerge, the flashback also explaining for the new viewers why her shifted personality was so lascivious towards older men despite being a former Sororitas- because of the repressed feelings and memories of this Vindicare who saved her life.

>>2293972
2 or explain 3 better

>>2294001

I fail to see how this is not awesome.

I think 3 means to re-wind the story to before the combat and try again.

>>2294028

Or perhaps just clean up the massive amounts of blood and open wounds that are likely covering you.

>>2294003
3 is return back to the last option.

I need 2 explained better.

3

1. After that we can move on to 2.

>>2293972
1 for the love of the Emperor and all the Chaos Gods combined, 1!

>>2294001
Evangelion already did that.

rolled 83 = 83

4.

In the grim darkness of the far future there is only trauma and RWARGLABHLALABLAAARGGHH ASSULT THE BRIDGE AND TAKE CONTROL OF THE SHIP! OPTION 2

>>2294081
That's the joke.

>>2294081
You caught on to that, did you?

1, moving on to 2.

Though I wonder. We sort of did get more votes for intimidation, just apparently too late for it to count. Wonder if the rewind should be best, because the author is basically saying "WHY YOU DO THIS?!"

3 for the greater good.

2

3. But if that's a trick, then 1.

Must see thread complete before death ...

She needs to go to the FTL Space Battle Ultra Titan and fly far, far away. The Vindicare will then die for his heresy. In the far future, said girl will return to kill the Void Dragon.

1, but 3 if you can't concieve of a way this will end well otherwise.

If it can be fixed, 1. 3 Otherwise.

>>2294195
Do you play Airrivals? I know someone on tha game that uses your name.

Can we get some Eversor up in here?

>>2294218

No I don't, but then again, I have had this handle for a while. Someone else might have seen it and used it for something else.

>>2294223
Vindicare/Eversor asskicking team?

"Yo, 'Sor, I'm going to overtake this ship so that my hot and physically dependant Jail-Bait doesn't become a floating skull. You with me, man?"

"WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

"Cool."

Now that I think about it, there is no way in hell an Inquisitor would let you have an attachment of any kind. If this thing goes Good End like so many of us apparently hope for then she is going to have to eventually face the fact that a Vindicare is one of the most capable killers in the galaxy. During the slaughter to commandeer a ship and evade the Inquisitor, if nowhere else.

Alternatively, the Inqiusitor could be an Eisenhorn or Ravenor and give you a thumbs up.

4

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFOUR

give me a 2 please.

>>2294195
This.

goddamnit, we need moar!

1, followed by the Vindicare unthawing her Eversor buddy, followed by 2.

damnit guys!
why couldn't we leave it at intimidation

it could have ended with letting the girl just getting bionics or they'd tell him to shove off, him showing her one more look as he leaves her to her fate

Goddamn /tg/ trying to be a white knight while disreagarding a possibly awesome story

>>2294462her

wut

>>2294465
DAMNIT ITS WAY WE CNA'T HAVE NICE THINGS!

>>2294465
How does vindicare know what intimidation is?

Well, I'm not usually one to complain about lack of content, feeling ever grateful for whatever was put forth originally, but for this one case I'll stoop to the lower forms internet behavior and voice that my opinion echoes that of my fellow viewers. That is to say:

MOOOOAAAAARRRRR

This is why 40k is grim and dark. We all know the Inquisition comes and kill them.
It shouldn't be that way. Vindicare and Sister Sinai should live in a little cabin on a high mountain overlooking a grassy plain. There are sheep grazing in the plain. Sometimes there is snow.
But it isn't that way. They live in a corrupt, collapsing Empire surrounded by vicious xenos.

There is only one reason I keep clicking this thread.

Fuck the grimdark. Cut to the sex.

DAMMIT! SOMEONE SAVE SISTER SILIA!

I think Harlequins attack and they are taken far away to a safe, happy place.

>>2294504
Assassin kills inquisitor much?

>>2294482
Vindicare Assassins, while not needing nearly as much social training as Callidus, still need to interact with people to get to their targets sometimes. Super stealthy is great, but it's not always going to be the best option or even one at all.

>>2294530
Inquisition isn't just made-up of ONE inquisitor, you know.

A rogue Vindicare assassin is not something the Inquisition would ever let go.

>>2294465
seconded fuck you /tg/ we could of had a sad yet slightly comforting ending
where he gave the poor girl a fleeting moment off happyness before being lobotimized and a vinicare felt a moment of emotion

but no he had to shoot the place up

The Tech Priest is a heretic waiting to happen anyway.

>>2294532
And an Eversor enjoys a fine cup of earl grey every so often.

>>2294525
Kill yourself.

>>2294504
I am entirely sure that with all of the combat and survival training a Vindicare has had, it would be able to pretty much get a ship, find an uninhabited planet that supports life or an unimportant and almost unremembered research station in the middle of nowhere to "liberate" and live in. The galaxy is a big place.

>>2294555
Eversors have fine taste.

>>2294553but no he had to shoot the place up

Well, technically he didn't shoot anything...

In b4 necrons attack the ship.

The Inquisition would send an Imperial death cult to finish this guy off. There is no way an assassin would be allowed off the hook.

>>2294558
A big place in which EVERYTHING wants to kill/rape/eat/crucify/dismember you. Sometimes all at once.

This version is awesome, ignore the crying babies who can't understand the sheer awesome potential of this one if it even comes close to the previous incarnation.

>>2294572

>>2294469

I'm cockphobic

>>2294581
Indeed. If the writefag has patience, this could become an on-going series, sort-of like LCB, but with more D'AWWWW and RUNNING FROM THE INQUISITION OH FUCK.

Agreed. Vindicare needs to grab Sister Sinai and run like hell. The Ultramarines are about to go rogue, so maybe he should head for a system under the chapter's control. They will need to travel through real space - by the time they get there the civil war will have begun.

Hey charter.net decided that they were tired of providing internet so I'm coming to you from an internet cafe! How web 2.0. Callin' it a night, sorry.

ENJOY ANOTHER INCOMPLETE TALE

>>2294623
Fuck yeah, you're the most awesome destroyer of hope ever. I love you man.

>>2294597
Yup, but if it went that route it would need to stop with the options to avoid exponentially growing trolls. But hey, I'd read it.

>>2294623
Ah, business as usual. Goddamnit.

>>2294623
Awww, LAME!

>>2294623

Update damn it.

>>2294623
GRIMDARK ending!

>>2294623
.... ;__; why.....why they do dis

>>2294680
I'll only write bizarre fanfiction within the comfort of my own home damn it.

And my ISP decided that the best way to appeal to its customers is to remind them what the world without internet is like.

>>2294623
DAMNIT /tg/ NO!!
NO!
you basturds why are we always left here wondering with nothing

1)write up the next part at home
2)post when internet is available
3)???
4)Profit

>>2294720
How else could he harvest your hopes and dreams without first exposing them?

>>2294718
Understandable.
Will you be repostan and continuan when you can?
Please say "yes."

>>2294756
Yes.

...along with all those other things...

But yeah, I'll C+V the last entry tomorrie, get the vote going from there if hopefully /tg/ doesn't nerd rage the fuck out at the site of it.

>>2294766
>Site

FUCK ME WITH A DOG SHITTING RAZOR BLADES I'M SLEEPING.

>>2294718
My ISP does that all the fucking time. You have my sympathies.

>>2294766
Men....we must prepare ourselves

>>2294766
Glee!

>>2294766hopefully /tg/ doesn't nerd rage

Just... Just be sure to post it at the same time.

Different time-zones breed different fa/tg/uys, some nerd-rage-ier than others.

>>2294794
Oh bugger off.

Mmm.. Rewind, intimidate/negotiate, then place her under your protection as your apprentice.

So is this LIIVI or who?

Eversor and Culexus crash the party. They've got Vindicare's back and this isn't LIIVI either. Naval Ratings get shredded, navigator wired with a psyk-out grenade and calmly told to go to different destination or will suffer beyond all imagination.

>>2294462

DO IT FAGGOT

>>2294855then place her under your protection as your apprentice.

The Officio Assassinorum does not work that way.

>>2293370

>>Shit man. You gotta clean this up now.

I spat toothbrush water all over the screen and keyboard. Fuck you anon.

MOAR

>>2295471

RAGE!!

Negotiate/Intimidate and get her shipped off to a Assassiorium, repaired, and trained under your watchful eye. Life as a skull is too wasteful, a fully trained assassian can do the work of a 1000 skulls.

We will pray for the Emperor's protection. May he watch over all his children and guide them through peril.

>>2295627
Waste of resources and awfully heretical to even pass by the most liberal agent of the Imperium.

WASTE OF RESOURCES?

The Inquisition?

they casually blow up planets because THERE MIGHT BE SOMEONE THERE HERESYING. OH WAIT I GOT MY GRIMDARK RECORDS MIXED UP.

even pathetically lowly commissars which are 40K's version of NCOs, still can kill like 5400 people one morning to boost morale. inquisitors, which function as akin to colonels and generals, can commission ringworlds and shit without spending 1% of the Inquisition's resources or anyone ever noticing or caring.

Also, site where wanting to maintain a relationship is referred to as heresy. canonically, no one has ever been labelled a heretic or disparaged for having a family or for not having a family.

>>2295709
It's not that it's a waste of resources, it's that it's a breach of the beaurocratic protocol. And turning against protocol is HERESY.

>>2295865
There is no bureaucratic protocol. Once you become an inquisitor, you just run around the galaxy doing wacky shit. The only thing that can stop a joyride is another inquisitor showing up and offing you in a wild-west style showdown.

>>2295740
Those are extreme examples of overzealous behaviour, which is just as likely to attract the attention for wasting resources.

The Imperium while bureaucratic is pragmatic in its actions. Having a trained assassin suddenly go off to save some crippled girl, probably means he is compromised, which means termination, for such a individual could do serious damage if they went out of control.

Calmly. Coolly. Entirely without incident.

>>2295903
>Once you become an inquisitor, you just run around the galaxy doing wacky shit. The only thing that can stop a joyride is another inquisitor showing up and offing you in a wild-west style showdown.

This is the best description of the Inquisition I've ever read.

>...they casually blow up planets...

Incorrect. Exterminatus is for when the planet's populations chances of redemption are lost. It is not taken lightly.

>...commissars which are 40K's version of NCOs...

Incorrect. Commissars are certainly closer to commissioned then noncommissioned officers; and high ranking ones at that.

>...can kill like 5400 people one morning to boost morale.

Summary executions are exactly that: reactions to failure. It's a battlefield punishment.

>...inquisitors, which function as akin to colonels and generals...

Inquisitorial authority is quite potent and broad, superseding the vast majority of Army or Navy rank, although I expect system and segmentum-wide military authorities would be able to appeal any decision to the Ordos and Inquisitor Lords.

>can commission ringworlds and shit...

40k is remarkably devoid of megastructures. The raw manpower and resources exist for their construction, but its unlikely that the technical know-how exists at all but the highest levels of the AdMech (see: Mars), if at all.

>>2295997
Alright, so they're like vice presidents, they arrange for the real president to have an "accident" and take charge.

The command structure of the Inquisition is seriously like five guys, half of them are mindless servitors. The leaders consist of an electoral body, but PROTIP: any inquisitor with half his ass's weight in rhetorical skill and knowledge of the Emperor's most quotable quotes can rise to the point where he's offing planets in no time flat. Read the fucking codex. Christ.

>>2295997
Congratulations, you've written a detailed series of counterpoints to a blatantly silly post! What are you going to do now?!

How saddening at first one would have thought immature fools with no understanding of the fluff were posting, but turns out it was just trolls messing up the entire thread. No doubt engaging in vote rigging earlier.

Depends on how you want to run your GRIMDARK: Stupid or Smart. Gacking 47k civies like that Commisar(sp) cuz they ran off from some zombies is El Stupido. Round up those that gave the orders and kill them if ya got to. LIkewise, offing a planet because someonehas a seizure is moronic. Just drag the poor basterd in for dissection. Howling fanatics get to go to the front lines. Smart SS Officers get the posh office and hordes of acolytes under their command.

>>2296062

I didn't vote at all, I didn't start trolling til long after it ended.

>>2296089
The temperament has remained the same throughout the thread, obviously you are lying.

This is why we can't have nice things /tg/.

posting in an awesome thread/
come back mr. 40k author man

>>2296103
Don't be a paranoid faggot. My earliest post here was >>2295526

>>2296124
Why would I believe a troll? Their purpose is to cause crap.

>>2296128
What? do you think that if you can get me to say I rigged it, that writefag will change the storyline or some shit...? if so, you can just post "Troll here, I rigged it. Namefag come back!"

>>2296139
Just saying you and people like you are the reason we can't have nice things.

>>2296144
>>2296139
>>2296128
>>2296115
QUIT SOCK PUPPETTING FAGGOT

>>2296154
NO U

>>2296030

If you mean the Daemonhunters and Witch Hunters codexes, they imply, IMO, that an inquisitor who went around declaring Exterminatus willy-nilly would be censured the first time and then, not stopping, be hunted down and killed. See, if he was doing unnecessary Exterminatus, he'd be hugely wasting Imperial resources, which undermines everything the Imperium does and is, therefore, damned close to if not actually treason.

>>2296144

oh, man up you ridiculous cunt.

>>2296175
Go troll some more good threads.

>>2296186

Your man-vag is weeping

>>2296186
>>2296175
>>2296166
samefag

>>2296198
Hit a nerve there? It is not too late to repent.

>>2296168

Hmmmm, okay, I'm convinced. But does this mean that whole worlds are NOT casually exterminated on account of the mere suspicion of heresy?

Alright I'm done trolling for the evening, my last trolling was at >>2296030 and randomly accusing posts of samefaggotry, though none was my own.

Night folks, enjoyed the chat, look forward to the story being finished.

>Night folks, enjoyed the chat, look forward to the story being finished.

Amen, hallelujah, peanut butter

>>2296214

The Emperor appreciates your efforts, but we are all heretics here. Even you.

>>2296220

Yeah, not casually, on a mere suspicion. It basically has to be a situation where a chaos cult has taken over and are summoning daemons fucking everywhere or the equivalent. It has to be, in general, a fairly obvious corruption, not because the Inquisition demands proof but because it's only warranted when the corruption is widespread and severe, which tends to make it obvious. Now, there may be many, many innocent people left on the world in question; in general, most people who die to Exterminatus *are* innocent, but you know, innocence proves nothing and all that. It's presumed that they'd be corrupted or killed by whatever force is at work if the Exterminatus were not done. This is not to say there may not be some chance of saving some of them, but if the resources demanded to do that are really greater than what would be gotten out of the enterprise (labor, I suppose), the Inquisition will still go for Exterminatus.

But they don't do it because of just any heresy. Obviously, they'd rather root that out with some degree of precision. They may kill a lot more people than strictly necessary, but Exterminatus is a whole other matter. And an individual Inquisitor will for one not be made an Inquisitor if he's really batshit insane from the start (by 40K standards, which admittedly will tolerate and even laud a great deal more fanaticism than we might), and for another will be "dealt with" quickly if he somehow becomes batshit insane and starts thinking that Exterminatus is warranted when a child with webbed feet is born on a planet. The Inquisition as a body does not hesitate to kill rogue Inquisitors, this much is made plain in many many fluff pieces.

>>2294623
;_;

I liked this story... I want more of it...

Sup Edward.

Also, bump.

So, what?
There won't be any more parts of the story in this thread?

God damn you, /tg/.

>>2297124
I have the last Supaa Servitoru Romancu thread saved, ifn you want a repost of the alternate path.

WOO

220 replies! Incredible!

You breathe out, sigh. Fear. Something that was long gone in yourself, beaten out by the hammer of war and the anvil of training. It's almost nostalgic, recalling it now. What little scraps there are to recollect, those little holes that you can only guess at what used to be inside.

You kneel down, your hand reaching out for hers. her three fingers seem cold through even your thick gloves. She looks at you with hope.

"Your fear betrays a lack of faith. See the Chaplain," Your hand leaves hers, "And leave me be."

Odd feeling, seeing her eyes. You stand and walk off, looking away, as the quivering redoubles, muscles slacken, and she slides down. An Adeptus Mechanicus runs past, an eager look in his eye, as you reach, grasping one of the few pieces he hasn't sold over to iron and steel. He looks into your visor, as you gauge him. He scowls, and says, "I'll get her eventually anyway, what is it to you?"

Bionic gifts squeeze, as your thumb and forefinger come together, meeting at the clavicle. A dry bitter snap like a twig.

As he screams, and you walk off, you realize that this somehow alleviates the odd feeling. You should report to your psychologist handler at the next opportunity.