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.

sure is a lot of niggerfaggotry on tg today

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.

>>2298053
2

You'll never finish anything, you know that, I know that, but I'll keep reading anyway.

>>2298053
1

As I am a colossal faggot, I still advocate 1, 2 and an Eversor

>>2298084
Sounds like a song.

4

EDWARD LIKES THIS FUCKING THING

EDWARD

DON'T SUPPORT IT I TELL YOU

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This unit lacks the social training to calm trauma-stricken guarded primaries. Her understanding is not required, only her survival.

1

It's still daytime-/tg/ hope you got a thick skin.

4

>>2298142
I know how to bundle my depression and anxiety deep inside to fester, never fear. And aside from that, if it was overwhelmingly negative with few positive responses, I would not have posted cause I am not an asshole. As it is though, there's enough people who want this for me to keep going.

Two for 2, two for 1, two for four.
>>2298084
Cease fence sitting!

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RIP AND TEAR

>>2293228
Link to last thread.

>>2298172

Sorry, I'm Chaos Undivided, it's hard for me to make up my mind.

2.

2!!

>2

You linger, for a moment in the door. She stares, gasping shallow breaths- a few of her stitches have come loose. For a moment, you step forward, reach out, to help her, to wipe away the blood, but she flinches, cries out, throws her hands over her head.

Your hand, halfway to her face stops, curls up, then drops to your side. Back to the mission. You step by the shivering girl, snatch up your mask, pulling it over your face. You kick the ruined corpses clear of the door and into the hall, shutting the girl in your cell.

Your last glimpse before door closes is of the girl staring down, color drained, shivering, looking at the blood spatter on her hand.

The hall is empty, aside from the corpses. The Bloodied wasn't fully staffed as it was, and with the preparations for the drop onto Kronus underway, there was little sense in dallying when there was work to be done. All is quiet, aside from the thrum of the ship.

1) Dispose of the evidence, before someone notices.
2) Take advantage of the initiative, attempt to find the Magos to pressure him into sparing the girl before someone else comes to collect her.
3) Find Inquisitor Madek.
4) ?????

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waiting for an epic showdown on a rain and lightning spattered plateau as the vindicare battles the heartless magos