Damn, forgot to put in a subject.

Now lets just hope the writefags come back and give us MOAR!

Continuing from >>11770884

Inquisitor,

Well, I have to admit, the situation has not turned out as badly as I thought. Every morning at 0700, Sam wakes me, and she already has breakfast made and my kit cleaned. I swear, she's part servitor or something. However, she's disciplined, quiet, and extremely polite, unlike a number of other Guardsmen I had the misfortune of including in my retinue in the past. The odd thing I notice though, is that unlike most of the other Kriegers, she takes off her mask whenever we're in the hotel room or alone, and she doesn't need permission to speak, though she rarely does anyways.

So, we go through this routine for the first few days. I'm still in panic mode, so I try not to notice her. Whenever I go out, she follows me exactly five paces behind me and matches my speed perfectly with military precision.

Things started to change one day when I decided to root out any possible genestealer cults. I start checking all the regular places: bars, restaurants, clubs, the works. The last place on my list is this place called Basilisk, which by far seems to be the most popular hang out, for the Kriegers at least.

So me and Sam are sitting in our own booth. She's got her mask off so she can eat her order of waffles (apparently it's one of their favorite non-ration dishes), and she decides to finally ask what I'm doing. I tell her I'm checking for genestealer infiltrators and she asks me how they infiltrate. I decide to break policy and tell her they spread by taking advantage of human sexual activity. Then she asks me what THAT is. Apparently, her parents thought it best she learn that particular subject on her own.

You can imagine the look on my face when she popped this question on me.

>>11771643
So... what else can I do? I explain the whole process to her in the most polite and restrained way I can and she just starts nodding furiously as she takes it all in. So then I decide to shift the conversation to something a little less awkward and ask her what the "68-Derivative" part of her full name meant.

She scarfs down her last waffle and orders a second round. While we're waiting, she explains. Apparently, the original Kriegers who were stationed here, the 68As, were born and bred in the Vitae Womb back on Krieg. The 68-Derivatives were the result of Krieg/Terranian crossbreeding, which would explain all of the little behavioral differences she had compared to pure Kriegers. It's at that moment that finally notice her eyes.

Before that moment, every Krieger I had seen, on and off Terranis had uniform grey eyes, as if all the life and vitality had been sucked out of them when they were born. Sam, on the other hand, had vivid, emerald green eyes that enhanced her image in a subtle but acute way when I finally noticed it...

Then the moment was entirely ruined when my Deathwatch Astartes arrived.

(Ask and ye shall receive)

Lord Commissar,

I think something needs to be done here. I feel that there is something wrong about this...but I have examined every facet of this situation and everwhere I look I only find things that are not only allowed, but championed.

I am currently serving on a planet that has been subverted by the Tau and the presence of the Great Enemy has been seen as well. The situation is not beyond reclamation...we are gaining ground and purging both elements from the planet but...

Well it's the Krieg soldiers. I have no issues with their performance or behavior. It's been exemplary but...well...here's a record of an interrogation of the mayor of a town that had been subverted by the Xenos. Present are myself, the mayor, and Lieutenant Krieg Female Model 83i #2598.

"You will tell us where the Tau are hiding, make no mistake. The only issue is how swiftly your death will come, and how much pain will come before it."

"Do what you will, I'll never speak. I serve a force greater than myself, greater than that worthless piece of meat you bow to."

SLAP

"You will not speak of the Emperor in such a way heretic! Your soul is already doomed, do not cause yourself more grief."

"Pah, I know what will happen to me after I expire. Go ahead and kill me, send me into the void. There is nothing there. I have been shown the wisdom of the Greater Good. Renewal and redemption await me...I only pity you for what awaits you."

"I will sit by the Emperor's side. She will sit by His side. YOU will suffer in the warp for eternity."

"She's shaking her head. Perhaps the lady thinks different?"

"Explain yourself Lieutenant!"

"When I die, and I have served the Emperor to His satisfaction, he will send me to Terranis."

"What?"

"Oh, yes. I remember the Krieg soldiers that visited us spoke of this place. It's a fairy tale! A made up planet, and even if it did exist, the Tyranids destroyed it ages ago."

"Terranis Held."

"Yes, they said that too...so tell me Krieg. What happens if that Corpse you bow to doesn't deem you worthy enough to send you to Holy Terranis."

"Terranis is not Holy. It is just Terranis."

"Fine, then tell me what happens. I'm curious."

"I will be reborn on Krieg and must serve His will until I am worthy."

MOAR.

By the throne I loves me some Love and Krieg. Why can't people paid to write 40k fluff actually write anything this good?

>>11771846
You'll take your backflipping Terminators and like it, soldier.

>>11771905

Equipt with multi-lasers?

>>11771918
While surfing a tank with his Kasrkin bro.

The mayor shook his head. "And what will happen to you when you finally arrive? Comforted and coddled?"

"I will have a home, I will live peacefully, and I will protect Terranis, until the Emperor calls me to duty and I am brought back to Krieg."

The mayor looked confused at that statement. "That's it? You serve until you die, and then you receive no reward and at any moment you could be returned to this hell of a life?"

"It is all I need. Why should anyone ask for more? That is how people like you give in to the Great Enemy and the Xenos. I am a Krieg. My soul is the Emperor's, Terranis is my reward for duty, and I must always be worthy of that reward, so I must always be willing to serve and fight. For if I do not, then Terranis will fall, and Terranis will always Hold."

The mayor just stared at the woman for a long time. She just look back at him with that same blank expression that all Krieg have but...without the mask I saw her eyes. I have seen soldier's eyes of all types. Cowardice, rage, courage, defiance, strength, weakness.

This was the first time I have ever seen an Imperial Guardsman, a Krieger no less, who was at peace.

I don't know why that caused the Mayor to break. Perhaps it was seeing a true example of the Will of the Emperor, and having it break his little worthless fantasy. He spilled the location of the Tau and as I speak the Krieg battalion is mopping them up from our surprise attack.

Again, I have to ask my superiors if this whole Terranis bit is something to be concerned about. I mean...its perfect on every front but...it galls me at some level. I can't help but wonder, what is happening to the Krieg?

>>11771732
Okay, here's to anybody besides the Inquisitor who may be reading this. I have a 5 man Deathwatch team under my command. There's Librarian Finch, an Ultramarine, who's a bit more "unconventional" than his brethren. Brothers Culles and Zareal are from the Blood an Dark Angels respectively. They're both moody and unnecessarily mean. Brother Logar is a Space Wolf and the squad idiot/drunkard. Finally, Brother Angrius is an Imperial Fist, and pretty much the bedrock that keeps the other Marines from killing each other.

So, Culles and Zareal do their usual thing and sulk in the darkest corner they can find, glaring at anybody who dares look at them. Finch and Angrius get into an arm wrestling match, which is said to have lasted for two days straight, but that's another story. The highlight of the evening was when Logar started teaching the Kriegers and locals a bunch of popular Space Wolf drinking games. I can tell you now, it's hard to get a Krieger drunk, but within a few hours, we had a building full of buzzed Kriegers having a good time.

Then, as expected, Logar stands on a table (don't even ask me how the table was able to support his weight) and challenges people to try drinking a shot of that poisonous swill Space Wolves love to chug so much. The stuff's powerful enough to knock a Carnifex on its ass.

>>11771997
Though I have to say, despite her age, Sam can hold her liquor amazingly well. She managed to stay conscious for about four seconds. To put things in perspective, the current bar record is six. Then I realize I'm going to have to carry her back to the hotel, which is going to be a pain because like every good Kriger, Sam's got all of her combat gear on. Fortunately, I manage to hitch a ride in a Chimera that seemed to be repurposed into a public transit vehicle. I could have sworn the Kriegers in the vehicle with me were grinning stupidly behind those masks when they saw me let Sam rest her head in my lap.

She's sleeping in my bed right now. Didn't seem right to dump her on that little cot she set up for herself when she moved in. I should consider asking the commander to transfer us to a larger room.

Want to sleep, but I have to make sure the Astartes are behaving.

More.

The Dark Angel marine stared at the Krieg soldiers who were in the middle of digging and fortifying another trench. Brother Elias usually had no patience for Imperial Guard. Unmodified humans were weak, cowardly, and more often than not, more of a hindrance on the battlefield than anything else. Not so with the Krieg. They had always been efficient, but he had seen over the many years he had been alive the Krieg turn from a mildly decent and disciplined force to a force he was actually proud to fight along side. The fact that many of them were clones didn't even bother him. They knew their duty, and in that they served.

He stepped in to assist the gas masked soldiers with a large steel beam, when he heard it. Soft and muffled...was...were the Krieg...singing?

"Guardsman, are you singing?" He asked.

The Krieg nodded.

>>11772008
NO PARTY LIKE A SPACE WOLF PARTY

>>11772273

less

>>11772294
That was unusual. For a Krieg. The other Guardsmen would never stop singing it seemed. Always one chant or another, it was annoying and it distracted them from their work.

"What is it? Your anthem? Marching song? That rain song you're so proud of?" Brother Elias had to know.

The Krieg took off his mask to answer. "It is Wenn die Morgen kommt, die regenfälle wird Ende. We just call it Sonnenlicht for short."

"What is...Sonnenlicht," Brother Elias slowly worked the strange word in his mouth. "What does that mean?"

"Sunlight."

"You sing about sunlight?"

"We sing about the sunlight we will see when we awake on Terranis. All things will pass, and if we are dutiful to our duty and the Emperor, then we will see the Sun of Terranis, and not the Rain of Krieg."

Brother Elias looked at the Krieg soldiers, working diligently. He knew about the Krieg legend of Terranis. It confused many people, but Brother Elias had lived for a long time. The idea of a place where you did not fear, where you just lived a life of peace among friends and supporters...a gift from the Emperor.

"Send me a copy of that song soldier. As you were."

The Krieger replaced his mask and nodded, returning to his work. Brother Elias soon received the song and listened to it over and over again. He was a space marine, and his place after death was assured...but he wondered if he could serve the Emperor well enough to warrant a brief stay on that quiet world.

>>11772008
Inquisitor,

I know this is highly unprofessional, but lately I've found that I've been shirking my routine duties and spending more time with Sam. It was just small things at first, like taking short detours to the armory or the gas mask supplier for little errands she had to carry out. It soon escalated to having meals together and now we spend almost every night in Basilisk. Apparently her main draw is the piano player who works there, who always plays this song called Regentropfen at closing time. She'd wrap her arms around mine and tear up whenever that haunting melody played. I swear, every time she does that, my augmetic heart briefly shorts out. I have to remember to obtain a recording of that song, whenever possible. She seems to really love it.

We spent the remainder of my stay on Terranis doing seemingly random, but fulfilling tasks. Replacing damaged Chimera engines, ranging artillery, fortifying fixed positions, assembling weapons, the works. And every time I'd get bored or frustrated, Sam would come help me with a reassuring smile. I mean, I can't stay made whenever I look at that face and those beautiful green eyes.

Well, this hasn't gone unnoticed. Zarael, while passing by us, muttered something about me "being so weak as to be corrupted by that heretical bitch". Sam heard it too and HEADBUTTED him in the face!

I guess I could give it a try using EchoGarotte’s bit from earlier in the day…Hope you don't mind:

To Segmentum Command;

(Attached: A full outlined Terranis status and battles fought in defense of Terranis)

Praises to the Emperor...

After Commander 68's arrival to Krieg, two companies of Astartes from the Salamanders chapter were dispatched to reconnoiter and possibly reinforce the Terranis system before the warp storms make travel impossible. Apparently they heard of the Chaos interference on the Tyranid swarm. Upon our arrival the Tyranid already been flinging themselves against the human defenders surrounding them; however, one city was already infested by a wayward landing. Fearing that there might be pockets of civilians trapped within the 4th Salamander Company and I landed within the city via drop pods only to find this section of the city in ruins.
All life within emptied with an exception…a single human life-sign.

It is here we found a recreational center called Basilisk its interior a shrine...

Mementos…many mementos…is what made it a shrine mostly picts and dataslates featuring various Krieg and Terranis couples stating name, marital status if any, and finally time of death spotlighting how they died...There are exceptional examples of Humanity’s finest here...words originating from both the locals and the Krieg unit dispatched to Terranis filling every corner of the commons room, incense candles providing the somber lighting...and two deceased members of the 68th Siege Regiment. The first was the remains of a male enlisted man in standard Krieg uniform and a depleted LasRifle in his bloodied hands.

The Second, a female wearing a uniform that didn't fit the typical mold of a Kriegan, possibly a local, leaning on an overturned table at her feet was a dead xeno its head properly ventilated, a LasPistol in her right hand, and the previously mentioned Krieg helmet-less head in her lap. Apparently she had died just moments before holding on long enough to seat herself next to her...beloved? Captain Ty’roh managed to pry a small picture from the dead woman’s left hand and was silent for many moments. Asking for the piece of paper I saw the two holding each other; the female looked absolutely radiant and the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on a Krieg donned on the male. They weren’t alone. Patrons filled the space behind them from the multitude of joyous smiles of the locals to the small content ones from the Kriegans.

Flipping it over was the words, “This is where we all found each,” the rest unfortunately was covered in smeared blood and would be sent to a techpriest for restoration.

>>11772323
Now there's now way for me to properly describe how a regular human girl can properly headbutt an Astartes who is easily at least 2-3 feet taller than her, but she somehow pulled it off. Fortunately for her, and unfortunately for Zarael, she was wearing her helmet and he wasn't. She actually managed to draw blood from that attack!

Now, I think Zarael was caught off guard by that as much as I was, and he just staggered backward and froze for several seconds. Thank the Emperor Angrius was nearby, and he pulled Zarael aside before he could fully comprehend what had happened and tear Sam's arms out of their sockets.

Then she takes off her gas mask, and I see there are tears all over her face. At first, I thought she hurt herself, but then she pointed to the mask itself. The thing got trashed when she smashed her head into Zarael's skull. The lenses were cracked and the breather unit was crushed in. I ask her what's wrong and she tells me she broke my mask.

Then I realize that the mask actually IS mine. She had been wearing it as her own this entire time! I offer to get her a replacement, but she shakes her head and says, "But this is the one you gave me!"

And... that settled it. We spent the rest of the day going from armory to armory trying to find a mask repair specialist. It was a rather high end Inquistorial-issue mask, so I had to pay a small fortune in thrones to have it fixed, but the look on Sam's face when she got it back made it all worthwhile.

Meanwhile, other Astartes found out about Zarael's little run in with Sam. To this day, they have still not let him live that down.

>>11772474

With all honesty I was stunned…this was an image of human defiance I will never forget. Captain Ty’roh agreed and saw it fit to pict record the room using a stolen –Correction: Borrowed- PictRecorder found somewhere then have his company gather all the mementos they could carry to a waiting Thunderhawk. The Salamander Thunderhawk pilot volunteered to carry the company’s precious cargo and run the gauntlet of fire back to the ‘War’s Anvil’…it would take him two trips.
May these Defenders of Terranis actions be forever remembered.
Both Ty’roh and I wish to send said mementos to Krieg along with the bodies of the two. If not Captain Ty'roh promises to give them a proper funeral on Nocturne and the mementos placed within their Monastery. We will find the means for either after the fighting for this city is done. We’re now using the Basilisk as the center for our counter attack we shall save this city before assisting 7th company fighting alongside the IG.

From;
Inquisitor Harlan
Speaking for:
Captain Ty'roh
Captain Sen’ru
Salamander Chapter
4th & 7th Company respectively

May the Emperor guide your steps in life and in death.

(Astronomican Alert: Warp Storms have increased around Terranis and further attempts at reaching or exiting the system is ill advised.)

>>11772490
Inquisitor,

I know this sounds extremely unprofessional and borderline heretical, but I honestly wanted to stay in a little city on Terranis forever. Unlike the vast towers of Holy Terra, the idyllic fields on Hagia, or anywhere on any planet in this Emperor blessed Imperium, staying on Terranis was... satisfying.

Unfortunately, my astropaths have informed me that a massive warp storm is coming and threatens to trap us in this system for who knows how long. If it were up to me, I would have told them to stuff it and leave without me. But... I have my duty to the Emperor and the Inquisition. We only had three days to leave before the storm arrived. I know Sam would accompany me, but what about the other people trapped here?

As you know, Inquisitorial policy strictly forbids us from taking in refugees, but I found a way around it by instead recruiting them as part of my retinue. Our ship can fit an extra two hundred people on board. I will draft an official announcement. I've called down the Astartes and a company of Stormtroopers to prepare for the inevitable chaos that will follow.

>>11772615
Inquisitor,

The city's reaction is not quite what I thought. Instead of the mass hysteria and panic that usually accompanied hasty evacuations, this one was oddly quiet and orderly. It was such a surreal sight that me, the Stormtroopers, and even the Astartes were a little unnerved.

Finding volunteers to leave with us was far more difficult than I imagined. Nobody felt like leaving. Even the refugees decided to stay, as they were tired of running and if they were going to die, there was no better place than on Terranis. Only a handful of our slots were taken by refugees, roughly forty. About sixty passengers were from the various shattered non-Krieg Guard units, though there were absolutely zero Valhallans among them. The Kriegers that came with us were literally badgered into doing so by their parents. They're all Derivatives like Sam, and a bit unhappy at having to leave, but didn't have much choice.

As our ship left orbit, me and Sam stood together on the observation deck, neither of us speaking a word. In my head, I knew on paper that Terranis had no chance of surviving. Eventually, they would run out of supplies, or attrition would wear down their numbers to the point where the Tyranids could easily overrun them. Then again, on paper, I thought it was humanly impossible for Kriegers to get along with anybody else, and here I am, engaged to one.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Sam finally asks me as we prepare for the Warp jump.

"Absolutely."

god damn it, i've been watching this all day, you can't let it end now!

>>11772729
IDK, this could be a good place as any to stop. We have a "good" ending and we have a bad ending.

>>11772737
so end it like waynes world!

yo still need a scooby doo ending, a teen-movie ending, and an AWESOME ending!

>>11772756
and don't forget the Thelma and Loise ending!

>>11772702
++VOX TRANSMISSION EXCERPT++
++COMMUNICATION BETWEEN [CLASSIFIED] AND KRIEG 68TH REGIMENT CENTRAL COMMAND++

COMMANDER: Have a safe trip, sir. Good luck on your mission.

[CLASSIFIED]: You too, Commander. I'm sorry we didn't get the chance to talk before we left. What are you going to do now?

COMMANDER: What we've been ordered to do and what we've been doing all this time, sir. Hold position and await relief.

[CLASSIFIED]: By the way, you hotel was magnificent. Better than some resort worlds I've been to. It's a pity I never had a chance to repay you for your hospitality.

COMMANDER: No need, sir. Just take good care of my daughter.

[CLASSIFIED]: Wait wha-

++CONTACT BROKEN DUE TO WARP JUMP++

What's the black and white movie where a cowboy rides a nuke screaming?

That as an ending.

>>11772791
Dr. Strangelove

>>11772781
Aaaaaaand, that's it, folks!

For now...

>>11772807
.. can we get s'more kreig images at least?

I only have what was posted in the previous thread...

here is the bar

Excellent work writefriends.

It was a matter of principle. That was what the Inquisitor told herself as she looked at the reports. A rather simple principle really. It came down to one simple factor: Morale.

Not Krieg morale of course. That had never been higher. Krieg victories had skyrocketed. There were requests for Krieg guardsmen, and pushes for similar training and even the idea of setting up new Vitae Wombs in one or two places were actually being discussed with seriousness.

Krieg wasn't the problem. The problem was everyone else. Guardsmen from other planets were becoming...discontent. They saw Krieg battalions with peace in their eyes. How Commissars wouldn't even look twice at a Krieg, but hold everyone else up to their standards. How Kriegs were actually getting fire support from Astartes...one company even went so far as to rescue a battalion of Krieg soldiers. Other guardsmen counted themselves lucky if the Astartes paid them no mind at all.

>>11773089
Then there was the crowing jewel. The Emperor-damned source of this mess, Terranis. The other guardsmen HATED that place. EVERYONE got a sacred seat at the side of the Emperor but only a KRIEG got to live on Terranis. The fact that the Kriegs had never claimed that, or that by comparison, Terranis was a pale shadow of having your soul shielded forever more in the Grace of the Emperor, didn't matter. Terranis' promised paradise was...familiar. Understandable. People couldn't imagine an eternity of peace and contentment...but they could think of a world where they didn't have people shooting at them every day. Plus, the whole 'civilians welcoming and caring for us' factor was a pain as well. Krieg were treating civilians kindly and well, and were beginning to be well received in turn. This also angered other Guardsmen. They were just as much as heroes as the Krieg, but were they welcomed into restaurants and taverns? No. Did pretty girls and men always smile at them? No. They were lucky if they didn't get pelted with stones in some places that they went.

Now...now the crowning moment of this whole problem was staring the Inquisitor in the face. They had not only found Terranis, but all those times that the Krieg had said 'Terranis held' turned out to be exactly right!

The Warp had caused the arrivals to be a few years apart from each other, before the Warp Storm closed the area for good. So there were actual Terranis survivors, as well as this picture of a world that held back the Tyranids for so long that even the Astartes were impressed.

She massaged her temples as she thought about what to do about this. It was all a matter of principle...morale was the ONLY principle. Krieg was only one planet...one legion...if they were bringing everyone else down with their excellence...then there was really only one option.

Bumpan

>>11773100
>>11773089
Brother Elias smiled as he looked at the huge display in the middle of the city. Terranis Held. Holocasts from children who had grown up there, and from refugee survivors. And then there were the names and recognition of valor...so many of them.

It was a rather brilliant move on the part of the Inquisition. Terranis was a problem because it was so REAL to so many people. Weaklings who felt that they deserved the same kind of reward that the Krieg had earned. Now however, it was something more, a legend, a myth, a wonder of the age.

It had been decreed that Terranis had never 'Fallen' to the Tyranids. The Emperor had merely saw fit to remove it, and all the souls upon it, and take it to his side. An entire planet had become worthy of His Grace. A goal all citizens of the Imperium should strive for.

>>11773349
>>11773100
>>11773089
Now when the Krieg spoke of Terranis in that quiet way of theirs, it was in parable. Krieg had their place, but it was just as mythic as the fate waiting the rest of humanity. The only difference was that they had a specific name. When they said 'Terranis Held' it was the truth...but a past truth. Not some show of defiance, but a reaffirmation of their own personal faith.

The Imperial Guard, and the Inquisition relaxed as morale returned to normal levels. The Krieg though...well...the great chapels on that city of death have been changed a little.

All Krieg serve the Emperor, all Krieg live to redeem their names and souls for that long ago betrayal. All Krieg cry when they hear Regentropfen, and they almost never remove their masks.

But on holy days, and at funerals, the churches are filled with the sounds of Sonnenlicht. For every Krieg knows where they will go, when they arrive Home.

And that is it for me for a while. Although there's a bunch of stuff on the old thread and the new thread that hasn't been put up on 1d4chan. I think that needs to be rectified.

Also, the guy who does A Commisar and His Maid, might show up and add some more of his stuff later. I think.

>>11773361
you.

you have moved me to manly tears no less than 3 times today in my readings, as have your comrades.

you better fucking get that hand off your dick and on this motherfucking screen right NOW, because this is motherfucking happening.

Oh, and in case anyone wants to know what the inspiration for Sonnenlicht is. Once more I returned to Frederick Chopin, specifically his Polonaise No.6 in A Flat, 'Heroic.'

bump

KREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIG!!!!

I had to stand up to wring out the kinks in my back...it has been many years since I've been here. The peace and quite under a clear blue sky I've worked hard to just be here. But as I stretched my neck I spotted him standing in front of me mouthing the words I knew well.

Looking over my shoulder I spied the back porch where my beloved stood and said, "I'll be back soon." I would turn to face my visitor and extend a hand, "Would you mind assisting me out my trench, sir?"

The ethereal being shook his head in amusement, his golden crown reflecting the light off the sun, before clasping mine and pulling me up...

Onto the firing step as I and ten thousand other defenders of Krieg immediately pointed our weapons down range at a wall of maddened cultists charging with wild abandon. Dark litanies spewing form the cursed forms. A Commissar sent to us from another Regiment walked up and down the trench bellowing out orders to us. Probably expecting us to break like the PDF that came before us but we won't...because we are the Children of Krieg...and like those on Terranis held off an assaulting force of untold millions so shall we.

After all, I want to return to those loving eyes in that place of quiet rest...

Okay, put up EVERYTHING we few, we proud, we happy Krieg Writefags, have done on the 1d4chan, and I have put up all the A Commissar and his Maid bits that were on the last thread that hadn't been put on 1d4chan as well.

If anyone has the fortitude to go through those pages now and apply spelling and/or grammar, they are welcome to do it...themselves.

>>11774119

Hmm...link please.

>>11774119
I already put up the Interrogator chapters on the spinoff page as well.

>>11774149
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Love_and_Krieg_Spinoffs

>>11774105

By the Omnissiah. Could you imagine that? An army of constantly reincarnating warriors?

If they retained their minds then the amount of combat experience they'd tally up...I'm scared. I'll be sitting in that Titan if anyone needs me.

>>11774105
You lost me.

It's an idea I got from a sentence coming from this post >>11771950 that the Kreig from >>11774105 was on Terranis afterlife before being called back to Kreig to serve the Imperium again by orders of the head honcho. Only remembering the eyes and the place.

I love writefags

It was tricky getting his craft through the Warp Storm, but he managed it. He made sure that his gas mask was secure when he exited his ship. He had landed just outside the city where he had dropped his granddaughter off with her babysitters. He casually walked past the barricade.

The Tyranids were still around...what was left of them. He looked at one of them, gagging and twitching on the ground. The biomass they had eaten suddenly turning on them. They couldn't even breath the air properly anymore. Even with his gas mask it was difficult for him. There were only two kinds of people who could breathe here without masks...a fact that caused him no end of amusement.

A Carnifex was outside the Basilisk. It was pale and weak. Twitching in pain, incapable of moving. Normally there was just violence and hunger in its eyes, but now there was just a question. Why? Why has the very being of this world turned against us?

There was a surprise for him when he entered the bar. It was an actual Chaos Sorcerer. He too was on the floor, gasping for breath, his skin turning grey and peeling off.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?" He asked the Servant of Chaos.

"We were sent...by the Changer of Ways...to find the souls that will not stop...they keep coming...they had to be...stopped..please...I can't...I can't breathe...here...I can't hear the Gods. This place...this world...it is ripping my soul apart." The Sorcerer grabbed his robes. "An entire ship full of men...all turned to dust...our ship torn to pieces in the Warp. I am the last...please...I must know...how? How is this so?"

>>11774500
"Wow...I had the Splinter Fleet planned, but a Chaos Battlebarge as well? I should play matchmaker more often." He looked around the empty bar. "That's why you're letting me be here, isn't it?" He asked the empty space. "Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to help myself to a bottle. If that's okay?" He walked into the pantry in the back.

The Sorcerer looked around, for an instant he saw them. The people he was talking to...that dick...and they were paying him no mind. How? What was this place? Who were these people? Why would they never stop? What was happening here?

He came back from the pantry with an old bottle of Amasec and a glass. "I'd offer you one, but you'll be dead soon anyway." The dick poured himself a glass and, quickly removing his mask, drank it and then replaced it. He stood up. "Thank you very much for the drink. I just dropped by to see what was happening. Have a lovely eternity all." He walked to the door, and then he paused and turned around and leaned down to the sorcerer.

"Please...tell me why?"

"Well...I can't take all the credit...but...well...what do you think happens to people like you when they land on the opposite of a Daemonworld?"

He laughed as he left the Sorcerer on the floor and made the walk back to his ship. The Sorcerer, conquerer of a thousand worlds, realized exactly what his mistake was...and that was when he saw them...all of them...surrounding him...his body...his soul...his everything. He tried to scream...but it only came out as a whimper.

When he got back to his ship he was careful to walk around some of the new flowerbuds that had started to resprout. This would be a lovely place in a few decades or so...maybe they wouldn't mind babysitting again?

Wait, so the power of belief of all the Kriegers has turned the Terannis afterlife into a reality?

Well...I feel that it's more like a bunch of things all crashing together. The Krieger's belief, the Terranians' belief, having Krieg and Terranis DNA in the Vitae Womb, Eldrad's manipulations, the Chaos Gods NOT touching it for a while, being surrounded by the energies of a Warp Storm, the Imperium as a whole accepting that Terranis was where Kreigers go...and probably the Emperor helped a little as well.

All of that, coming together and culminating in what we have here.

>>11774657
So, who were the two kinds of people that could breathe there without a gas mask? Humans, I suppose, and what else?

>>11774764
I was trying to imply Terranians and Kreig could now breathe on Terranis without gas masks.

>>11774795
Ah. Gotcha.

>My face when everyone DIED

>>11774500
>>11774505
>>11774657

Wait, wait, wait...if I understand this...Terranis turned into a...a...Heavenworld or something?!

>>11774917
>Heaven World
Or wait, I better think of a better analogy for a planet that is anathema to Chaos and Tyranids...

Sacred World? Holy World? Sanctified World?

>>11772296
DAMN RIGHT MAN

>>11774937
Haven world

>>11774917
Personally I think >>11774105 was a fucking perfect ending and the two posts after it were like a bad sequel. >_>

Sorry Echo.

Oh god. I went to sleep and this happen. This is one of the best morning ever.

Updated the wiki with the last two posts by Echo

>>11775081
Also inb4 Terranis become canon like some of other /tg/ content.

>>11774974
Hey, that's totally fine. I just got a little inspired by >>11774105 and I got a little carried away. Feel free to drop 'em or ignore 'em if you hate 'em.

>>11775143
Ummm...actually...if you look on the old page, at >>11770091

>>11775197
Just someone on /tg/ posting saying it's canon doesn't really work. This have to be in a book or a codex or something.

>>11775179
Supporting the vote to drop, the idea is interesting but the execution wasn't to par with everything else and it seemed forced.

>>11775216
Oh, we got confused and thought you meant fanon.

>>11775222
Then by all means, let it be apocrypha. I shall strike it from the record myself.

>>11775247
I liked the rest of your stuff, though. Keep up the good work!

>>11775247

Fuck that I liked it. It seemed to sum things up quite nicely. But if the author himself takes it down who am I to argue

From the records of Inquisitor Amberly Vail:

So far this has been a rather routine set of events. A world has been subverted by the Tau and they sent me in to identify the key figureheads motivating the conversion so that the Vindicare know who to take out, and then we can sweep the planet back under the watchful gaze of the Emperor, blah blah blah. Done this so many times it's boring.

The only interesting thing that happened was when we were staying at one of the few remaining loyalist Imperial Guard garrisons. It was a mix of different origins, but Rakel seemed to be interested in one of them in particular.

I know Rakel isn't the most casual, or subtle, of people. Psykers tend to be a little on the odd side. However, she walked over to this Krieg soldier and stared at him (her? Who can tell?) for a good hour with a questioning look on her face. Finally, when I went to collect her, she pointed at the Guardsman and spoke.

"She went in his place. He's back where it's quiet...resting. I didn't know that they often went in their place."

>>11775464
I looked at the Krieg, to see if that made any sense to them. The gas masked soldier just shrugged. I grabbed Rakel and went to move her away. As I did, she called back.

"If I do enough good...can I visit? Am I allowed to go there? Just for a little while?"

I swear, it may have been nothing, but the Krieger might have slightly nodded. Either way Rakel looked happy and kept quiet the rest of the operation.

>>11775390
Well, I leave it up to the masses then. If people want to put it up, put it up under the old title 'The Warp Works Both Ways' I liked that title. Kudos to whomever came up with it. Either way is fine with me.

>>11775511

Puttting up again then, glad you liked my title too.
kinda curious where that last bit should go though

>>11775558
I think Amberly's report goes before 'Goes Both Ways' after 'Duty' as it shows that the Terranians don't just sit back and let their other halves do all the work.

Well seeing as how they also have that bit "Meanwhile in the Warp" up, "The Warp Works Both Ways" isn't all that jarring

Also FUCK YEAH NOBLEBRIGHT!

sooo... Terranis DID fall but refused to stay down?
so what is it now? is it a dead world save for a haunted hive city or did it restore itself completely?
... is there even a difference in the Warp?

Leman Russ is still lost in the warp, right?
maybe he'd find it and set up a vacation home...

>>11775625

I think like the last title says the warp works both ways. Terranis did eventually fall, but it became so ingrained in the belief of the Kriegers and rest of the IG, that it came into being the same way as the Chaos Gods did

I remember...I remember hearing jeers from others about this place. They insult my knowledge, and cast down upon my second home. They think it is a place of idleness, where we go to become weak, or when we are too weary from the battlefield.

That is nothing like the truth.

Here it is quiet, and I am with those whom I love...but it is no idyllic paradise. We guard this place just a vigilantly as we guard any other world the Emperor calls us to. If not more so.

We see them. We sense them. We Know that they are out there, and they watch us. They watch our Second Home, and wait for the moment to descend upon it and devour it, devour us, and destroy everything that we have earned.

So we remain vigilant. We walk the perimeters, we fortify our cities, and we guard our home. There are more of us, and our loved ones are now skilled enough to walk the perimeter as well as we can.

We will do this forever. This is our Second Home. This is our Sunlight. This is our Rest. Thus it is ours to guard and protect. We ask of the Emperor nothing, for this is our duty...and we take it with no regret or hesitation.

Terranis will hold. Always.

>>11775745
Fuck yeah. So are you going to do any more Krieg story? Since well...there's nothing left.

>>11775871
Yeah...maybe there's a story before the Fall with the first birth of a 68-Derivative, or maybe when they're babysitting Lofn, but I don't have those stories in me right now. If someone else wants to do them though, or more stories in other points in the timeline then go nuts. For now though...this Krieg Writefaggot walks the line of Terranis.

>>11775927
I'm sorry to bring hatred into this excellent thread, but please leave Lofn out. Don't like her. Never did. Always felt too...forced.

Plus, LCB is way way way overexposed. It needs to be forgotten for a few years before it's reopened.

Ah! How could I forget? I said that Sonnenlicht is inspired by Frederick Chopin's Polonaise No.6 in A Flat, 'Heroic.' Here it is:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkOaEwHkbc0

>>11775927
>first birth of a 68-Derivative
Right. So what ever happen to those krieg couples anyway?

>>11775969
As I said, I have no desire to write that story. It was just ajoke bit I put in. I didn't put in names deliberately just for this reason. If you want to say that some other Eldar hid their kid on Terranis for a bit then fine. I did have Eldrad and Lofn in mind when I wrote it, but I knew that they were touchy subjects so I left the names out on purpose.

>>11776086
One would imagine they were the first generation of 68-derivatives.

Can kriegers actually breed outside of the vitae womb? Or would it be there was a secondary plan in place that should the vitae womb plan fail, that kriegers breeding with terranis people would work?

actually, i will remember that one.

>>11776421
Well, I imagine that unless there was a mass evacuation of Terranis before the 'nids came, the Vitae Wombs would have either been fixed in some other way, the Krieg clones given permission to breed, or some other way.

However, I think that when Krieg Commander 68 left, he waved the 'No Sex for Clones' rule...or people just 'forgot' about it.

so, if we assume that when daddy 68 left for krieg, that he left word that the infertility treatments were to be reversed, that there would be little krieglets running around within nine months of his leaving?

so there would be two different 68-derivatives, the vitae womb grown, and the terranis bred?

>>11776594
but would the Vitae Womb versions be called that, or simply named as a seperate Krieg battalion all together?

>>11776594
Well, remember the VItae Wombs are on Krieg. That was why Commander 68 had to leave. They're forbidden to be anywhere else because it's Borderline Heretical and WAY too important to leave on a place that's about ten years away from Invasion.

So yes to the reversing of the Infertility and Terranis bred 68-Derivative. But as far as the Vitae Womb grown are considered, even though they've got Terranis DNA in them. They're still considered to be 100% Krieg.

Anymore write stuff..?

>>11776694
The 68-Derivatives are considered to be the Krieg/Terranis hybrids that were born through conception. There's no fiddling or manipulation with their genes, just good old mother nature doing the work.

I imagine the new generation of Krieg clones will just become the next "model", #69 and so on. They may have Terranian genes, but they're still essentially Krieg.

The intention is that the Derivatives are supposed to be completely unique. They're a blend of both Krieg and Terranis, but not quite completely both.

You know...I just realized something. Reincarnation, a sense of peace and fulfillment, belief that good acts will take you to a peaceful 'Nirvana' that's just a quiet peace rather than all your comforts indulged...

Ummm...have we turned the Krieg into Buddhists?

>>11776927
Mind blown. I can just picture a Krieger in the Buddha pose. We need drawfag on this, RIGHT NOW.

>>11776927
I never thought I'd be able to mention militant Buddhists with a straight face.

So I don't have anything to add that's not been already said, and probably better.
But it's been a legendary week for /tg/ fiction, and thank you both for being part of that.
Brings a tear to an old bastard's eye, it does.
And for it is worth, I liked the little reference to Loftn and Eldrad. Something about the Eldar hiding some so immensely precious as well as sneaking in some vacation time on Terrannis is just appealing in a basic, sympathetic way.
Really, between all the factions Eldar Guardians and Guardsmen have quite a bit in common. They fight for home and family, they're the most fragile units, they're routinely tasked with dying well for the sake of their deadlier counterparts, and all really just the wars to end, if only for a little while, so that there could be time to raise families, cultivate communities, and be beings of peace in the galaxy at endless war.

Has this thread been archived like the last one?

>>11777207
yeah, i put in the request to suptg, as for 1d4chan, thats still in progress.

>>11776975
Except Xenos suck.
FOR THE EMPEROR!

>>11776421
>>11776501
Oooook.
>>11776927
>>11776942
>>11776947
Oh dear god. BRB converting.

It's threads like this and last one that prove that /tg/ is after all the best board in 4chan.

It looks like everything that's up on the threads is up on 4chan. Someone needs to go through and maybe clean it up a little, but other than that, it looks good...unless someone adds more of course.

>>11777380
I meant 'up on 1d4chan,' sorry.

right, well, i have work in progress, so tomorrow, a thread. Does anyone have requests or ideas for the commissar and maid storyline?
or any other little one shot intermissions?

>>11777433
The Discovery of chocolate.
And dancing.

bump before bed

I'm going to have to re-read this all on 1d4chan now after all the breaks from manly tears and simply losing track of who's stories I was reading.

I just read all this... in one fell swoop... and I just have to say that I love you all. Every one of you. You're wonderful people and you need to know it.

If GW were to ever make this canon, all theirs faults would be redeemed in my eyes.

/tg/: Making me cry.

Just occasionally. Good work, Writefags.

/tg/ - if you think you don't have a soul, think again.

>>11779277
bump

I amazed that this one is still here. Anyway, I want to make sure that this thread also gets added to 1d4chan, has this been archived yet? And if so, what's the link?

>>11780808
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html

should be near the bottom

Found it, and added it. Thank you.

never change tg, never change.
writefags, you have brought a tear to my eyes and a lump in my throat.
you have moved me.

Moar?

Yeah what >>11782894 said.

Okay yas gits! Lissen up cuz dis is important! Wese gonna gets dese 'umies today but...oy! I saidz dis important n dats means you too!

Anyways, wez gonna gets dem all, buts deres dees 'umies dats gotz these toobs from dere mouts and weird masks. Youse see dese guys youse gotta gets dem from behind, or make sure dat they don't know youse the ones that gots them.

Cause dese 'umies donts go down like the udders, oh no, dey cheats and comes back later. 'Nd if dey seen youse face n knows dat it was you dat gots dem last time?

Dey's gonna REMEMBER you.

It’s the first day of school here on Terranis and I used to chuckle at the sight of parents trying to hide from the children as their babies made their way to their very first class. Now ten years later and a principle with his first batch of Krieg/Terranis kids it’s not so funny. Earlier in the morning there used to be a ring of trees surrounding entirety of my school…I know they were there at one point because I saw them as I entered building. However, as the students were released for recess the entire northern line of trees had been replaced by a growing trench system and from the second floor you can see shovels working diligently at expanding said trench.

Not only is there digging but there’s a line of heads in the completed sections watching the children play…each one of these heads belongs to a Kreigan. I guess they’re the parents I’m going to have a PTA meeting with. Well with their parents having the subtly of a bat to the head the children quickly noticed the trench but thought nothing of it. Until one little girl noticed her mother and screamed out, “Hi mommy,” and waved...which began a little game between the fretting parents and the young children. A child would randomly look at the trench and a head would dip out of sight…Then slowly but surely that head would rise back up over trench’s top. Yeah, subtle mommies…or is there a few dads mixed in there to?

Hopefully this trend would end after the PTA meeting.

The Mandrake grinned as he looked at the mon-keigh, he had stripped them of all of their clothes, save for their gas mask. It was a pleasing esthetic to him. Normally he would have worked on the face, but keeping the mask on was important. Anyway, it wasn't as if the Dark Eldar had a lack of options without the face.

"So, tell me...are you originally from the Rain, or the Sunlight? I suppose it doesn't matter much any more does it? You all going back and forth between the two, I bet you lost track." He smiled and picked up a branding iron. "Now...what is that mon-keigh phrase you always like to say?"

"Terranis held." The Krieg said quietly.

"Ah, yes...well, let me make sure that everyone knows that great truth." He slowly carved those words into the soldier's flesh...first in Gothic, then in both Eldar tongues, then in Tau, Kroot, and at least a dozen more languages. The Krieg spasms and made grunts of pain, but did not scream.

"You know how this ends, don't you? I will take your precious little soul, and you will be removed from your cycle. Never again will you see your precious Terranis or Krieg. You will not serve your Corpse-God anymore...and you will cease to plague us."

The soldier's fist curled into a ball.

>>11783455
"That is what we will do to all of you, you know. And you know that int he Warp the Ruinous Powers are gathering strength...soon your precious Terranis will be assaulted, and well...say 'Terranis Held' all you want...it wont change what will happen."

The Krieg soldier just shook his head. "Terranis Holds. Always."

The Mandrak scowled. This wasn't fun. It never was any fun with the Krieg now. He didn't even get the enjoyment of devouring their souls as there was too much of a risk of them slipping back to that...that problem. It had happened before, and had been a shock to many. So they were stored. Trapped in a prison, and kept out of the way until a solution could be found. However, they didn't scream or wail in their cells, grunts of pain and agony yes...but nothing satisfying.

Also...the Mandrake was becoming unnerved in his duty. The Krieg were starting to recognize him, and his table. He had told one hjis name a long time ago, and now they knew it...before they saw him. Also...he couldn't help but shake the feeling that they were always watching...observing...trying to discover where he was, and where the prison was.

It was near frightening the thought that a Dark Eldar was the one being hunted this time.

>>11783466
I don't know what you've been taking this weekend, but let me tell you I appreciate it a lot.

Best weekend thread ever.

(Alright, I looked over The Warp Goes Both Ways and I realized that it was rather weak and unfitting. So I re-wrote it. Here's the new bit.)

orcerer laid on the floor of the empty building, gasping for breath. Pain...there was so much pain. He saw his body slowly turn grey and flake away. He needed to move, needed to escape, but he was too weak. He had seen one of the World Eaters just collapse onto the ground, and nothing but grey dust spilled out from the already rusting suit of power armor.

The Tyranids were still around...what was left of them. He looked at one of them that was near by, gagging and twitching on the ground. The biomass they had eaten suddenly turning on them. It was a massive Carnifex, now pale and weak. Twitching in pain, incapable of moving, making pathetic little noises. Normally there was just violence and hunger in its eyes, but now there was just a question. Why? Why has the very being of this world turned against us?

The Changer of Ways had sent him here. This was where the ones who ceased to stop were hiding. The sorcerer would end it, take this world, and receive great favor in the eyes of his God. It had all gone wrong the moment they had landed on the planet. His troops and creatures dropping dead. His war machines breaking down and rusting before his eyes, and his glorious battlebarge. His massive ship...he had only heard a report that something was firing at them...and then they were lost to the Warp Storm, torn apart to the barest atoms.

>>11784834
It made no sense. This world was empty, apart from the dying Tyranids, the only form of life on this place were the small signs of plant, insect, and animal life slowly returning to this place. There was nothing here that could possibly be a threat!

The Sorcerer looked around with bleary eyes, for an instant he saw them with the furthest reaches of his augmented senses. A group of people, dressed in dark colors and wearing gas masks, all around him. Waiting. What was this place? Who were these people? Why would they never stop? What was happening here?

"Please," He asked the empty air, "I must know...why?"

The answer came to him as a memory surfaced. He had been on one of the glorious demon worlds once, and had seen how his enemies gasped for breath. How they collapsed and either burned or were corrupted. How the very act of being on the planet, being in its presence, was ripping their souls apart. A world that was just as much a part of the glorious Chaos Gods as he was. Now...on this world...the very opposite thing seemed to be happening. The Sorcerer, conquerer of a thousand worlds, realized exactly what his mistake was...and that was when he saw them...all of them...surrounding him...his body...his soul...his everything. He tried to scream...but it only came out as a whimper.

I watched the line of refugees pass through the city gates. Each one calmly came up to me, or one of the others, and told me how many family they had, and what supplies they had brought with them. Things were going well, no family had arrived without either building supplies, weapons, or food.

Also, we have heard that some people, the old, the sick, the ones who were brave...were staying in the evacuated cities. To serve as bait, and to draw the approaching Tyranids away from here. They also were filling the cities with enough spare prometheum and homemade explosives that when it goes off, it will be as if the sun has appeared on the horizon for a brief moment.

>>11785062
There have been a few people who are...less than confident at our chances. They're mostly garrisons from other worlds. The Valhallans are excited. However, I am proud to say that Terranians are holding fast. We fear...but we will hold. Our loved ones would not care for us, unless we did.

Speaking of loved ones, she taps me on the shoulder. I smile and look at her questionly. Is it time for shift change? She shakes her head and hands me a note.

New biomass detected.

I frown and look at her with a serious face. What is it now? Another forest to clear cut and then burn? More animal herds to put down and feed into processors? Another lake to drain dry, harvest, and then refill with poisoned water?

She shakes her head, takes my hand, and puts it against her stomach.

I'm sorry to say it took me more than ten seconds to realize what she meant. I leap up from my chair and kiss her, hugging her tightly. A bunch of other men are shaking my hand and the women are hugging my beloved.

Before I knew we would hold because it is what we would do.

Now, I will hold Terranis, even on my own, for as long as it takes.

So, I have two half-ideas for my next bit. I want to focus on one before the other, so I'll put it up to a little vote.

Would you rather have a story about some Kriegers trying to rescue the souls captured by the Dark Eldar, or do you want to hear more stories during the Siege of Terranis?

>>11785265
Dark Eldar killin

>AND ploarthy
That too, captcha.

>>11785318

I love all you guys.

Bloody Space Wolves ever since they found this place they would stop by get drunk and pass out in some peoples' yard. It wouldn't be so bad if was a few of them here or there but an entire company of them strewn about a city block. The one I'm poking with a stick currently is ass up on my lawn's grass and his face on the concrete floor of my wife's trench.

"Wakey Wakey Space Marine," I said jabbing him on the thigh."It's a brand new day here on Tarranis and your unsightly bottom if bothering the conscious world."

"Tell that world to go away then...or be reborn...or whatever it is you people during your life cycles..."

I groaned and went for my hose. It would be a shame if he vomited on my wife's work....seriously aren't they supposed to set an example. My wife turns the sprocket and we both listen to the indignant space marine as he sputters awake.

"I'm up! I'm up!"

I stop and watch the Space Wolf as he pushes himself onto his feet.

"Didn't expect a bath so early in the morning."

"And neither will your friends," I reply handing the hose off to the giant, "Have fun."

A grin dons his face as he grabs the hose from my hand. I had to turn out his laughing and the startled shouts of his friends as I join my wife...Thirteenth Grand Company my ass.

++On Fenris++

A single Krieg in full dress uniform stands at a attention holding a bar tab towards the assembled Space Wolf chapter leaders, "Sirs, your bill."

You guys... you guys...
Wow.

Mother of fuck...

this thread is still going.

I fuckin' love you guys.

No homo.

Inquisitor Hallia and Battle Sister Cannoness Gracia stared at the concisely written, well presented, fully certified, request forms they had been presented with. They had met at Gracia's convent to discuss what to do.

A group of Krieg soldiers had asked for special permission from both of their fields in order to go on a total suicide mission. They wanted to infiltrate and help destroy a city that was currently being held by the Dark Eldar.

The Inquisitor was a little concerned at the fact that the Krieg knew about this city...especially since the Inquisition had only JUST discovered it two days ago, and this request form must have taken weeks to approve.

>>11785772
The Cannoness did not like the Krieg. Well, she didn't exactly care for any of the cowardly, often heretical, and weak soldiers of the Imperial Guard...but the Krieg in general rubbed her the wrong way. She had served with them, and nothing about them...fit. How they almost never broke, that strange peace in their eyes, and of course, their beloved Terranis. The idea that the Emperor had set aside a world just for them...and that they chose to go there rather than swell by His side...it offended her sensibilities. The idea of having to share the glorious victory they would receive when they purged that heretical place was...galling.

Still...what was the most likely scenario? These Kriegers go along, get cut to ribbons by the Dark Eldar, and provide a decent distraction for the Sisters. All in all a win.

Both women stamped their seals of approval onto the form.

>>11785779

Kinda makes me wonder if the 'Dead/Standby Kriegers' are marshaling as on Terranis.

>>11785779
Go on.

Shit, I wanted to see what happened with the SoB!

Battle Sister Sara Estonia frowned as she sat down at the mess hall on the ship 'Gloriana' that was currently heading to Weyan VI. Her armor had needed some personal repair and prayers, so that meant she had to miss having the meal with her sisters. Which resulted in her having to share the mess with the Imperial Guardsmen. It was a less than satisfactory situation, but her stomach insisted, so In the Emperor's Name, she would prevail.

She entered the mess, got her food, and looked for a seat. She wished there was a Tallarn battalion here. They at least knew how to treat one of the Emperor's Brides with reverence. Instead she had to deal with rowdy Valhallans, uncouth Cadians, as well as this battalion from the world of Girabi, who looked like Commissar fodder. She finally spied an empty seat by a table that was being occupied by some Kriegers. Well, they weren't too bad. At least she'd be able to dine in quiet.

She sat down. A few of the gas mask wearing soldiers briefly looked at her, and then back to the table. Apparently she had sat down, close to the same time they had arrived. One of the soldiers was returning with a stack of rations, which were quickly passed out among them.

Once they were passed out, the Krieg closest to Sara looked at her and passed her a piece of paper. She took it and looked at it.

Would you like to lead us in prayer?

She nodded and bowed her head. The usual Litany of Devotion to the Emperor, how He may guide them through the warp, thanking Him for the food, and ensuring a victory in His name. She finished and started into her food for a second, when she noticed that the Kriegers still had their heads bowed for a moment longer, and then they removed their masks, ate swiftly, then replaced their masks. They then took out what looked like city blueprints and poured over them.

>>11786635
Sister Sara then recalled that the Kriegers were not ordered to come here, like the others, but requested it. They had even brought some extra equipment with them.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

One of the Krieger's passed her a note. 'Plans for our entry point. Sewer system we need to tunnel into before we can reach the prison."

"Prison?"

Another note, 'Yes, they are holding our people captive. We come so we may free them."

"What, you think they're still alive?"

The Kriegers shook their heads.

"But you're going to rescue them?"

They all nodded.

"How?" A cold feeling slightly formed in her stomach as she thought of a thousand horrible scenarios, all of them heretical.

One of the Kriegers took off her gas mask. "We only need free them from their prison. Once free, they will be taken by the Emperor back to Terranis. However, first He expects us to free them, and prove we are still worthy of our Second Home."

Sister Sara frowned, that wasn't expected. She had heard about this 'Terranis' thing that the Krieger's believed in, the Sisterhood said it was nothing to concern themselves with but...

"Tell me about Terranis." She asked.

All the Kriegers looked at her, and she swore than under the gas masks they all had a happy smile. The Krieger who had her mask off moved closer to Sister Sara. She cleared her throat.

"First, you must know the one Truth. Terranis holds, forever."

A few hours later, Sister Sara returned to her quarters, an odd feeling in her stomach. She lied down on her cot, thoughts bouncing through her head. It was just a silly little legend that these Guardsmen told themselves...but there was that look in that woman's eyes. Peace, conviction, certainty, and...well...faith.

She tried to remember the last time she saw that gaze of faith and believe in one of her sister's eyes.

(Forgive the pause, I had to go to dinner)

>>11786639
fuck yeah more

How are we doing on space on this thread?

>>11786783
Not even at 200 yet I think.
Bump limit is 300 posts.

Iral frowned as he tapped his finger on the table. The high-up muckymucks were blabbing about how the stupid mon-keigh were coming for them. How they needed to prepare. There was a lot of laughter and joking about what they were going to do to them when they arrived.

However, Iral felt...uneasy. The feeling had been following the mandrake for a while now, and Iral did not know why. That angered him. He was a master of all feeling and sensation. He could control anything and anyone, and he could certainly control himself.

"Iral...Iral?"

He looked up. The rest of the war council was looking at him.

"Oh, uh...yes?"

"Have you gotten any new information out of our new prisoners?"

"Oh," He tried to remember, an act that took far longer than it should have. "No, I discovered who it was that slipped through the net and sent out the distress call to the mon-keigh. He has been found, tortured, and his soul is now being shredded as we speak. Nothing really interesting, just a little mon-keigh slave that had more foolishness than sense who got a little lucky."

"Mmh...thank you. You can return to your duties, we still have much to discuss.

>>11786831
Iral happily left that stuffy room and proceeded back to his 'office.' Apparently, he worked in what used to be a mon-keigh place of law and judgement. A fact that amused him. He returned to the tortures of a young female slave, enjoying the agony of her soul, when one of his assistants came in. He silently waited for Iral to finish his current technique upon the girl, and enjoyed her screams as he did.

When Iral was finished and put the old apple corer away, he looked at his associate.

"Yes?"

"Command gave me this to give to you. Our seers have divined what kinds of mon-keig forces coming."

"Thank you, you may finish her off if you wish. Start with the lower nerve cluster in her legs, I haven't touched those yet." Iral said as he walked back to his quarters, flipping through the report.

So...some Inquisitors, meh boring. Guardsmen, bleh...Ooooh! Some of those Sisters! They were FUN. He smiled and started to plan exactly what he would do to them.

That was when that strange feeling returned. He looked back at the sheet. There was a Krieg unit in the Imperial Guard.

Almost instictually he looked towards his shelf where a group of glass spheres sat. They were still glowing with that quiet light. No change...he was sure that there was no change.

Still...he now knew this feeling for what it was...fear. The prey had suddenly just heard the cries of those who hunted them...and they were getting closer.

Iral tore the report in his hands and turned to look at the shelf of glass spheres.

"Don't get your hopes up! Or do...that was it'll be all the sweeter when they join you. You'll never return to that delusion of yours...you hear me? NEVER!" He panted and looked around the room as if something was waiting to strike at him. He spun on his heel and left for the armory...he had to get ready.

>>11786836
Goddamnit, if only I could draw a gas mask over a trollface.

"Problem, Mandrake?"

>rottel blinks

>>11786910
closest I got

The Commissar walked down the trench, looking around. What in the warp was going on? How could half of an entire battalion of soldiers vanish? There were 30 Kriegs here this morning on the front lines, exemplarily examples for the rest of the troops. He hadn't had to execute a single one of them...and now, after casualties, there were only eight manning the defenses. Had they all deserted? Did the Dark Eldar kill them? The battle was at a standstill so far, and any soldier on the field was necessary!

He grabbed one of the few remaining Kriegers. "Where are your fellows, soldier?" He shouted.

The Krieger handed the Commissar a piece of paper. He snatched it away and pushed the soldier back into his position.

It was signed by the Inquisitor and the Cannoness, the other Kriegers had been called away on a special request. The Commissar relaxed, and then noticed that one of the Girabians was cowering in his bunker...cowering! Well...he knew the solution to THAT problem.

The commander of the unit knew that what they did would ensure that he would be reborn on Krieg many many times...but he would not let this atrocity remain for one day more. So he had copied the Inquistor and Cannoness' signatures onto that form. The others didn't know, so they would return, but he was willing to accept the responsibility.

>>11787276
What he hadn't planned on was one of the Sisters to actually follow them. He looked back at Sister Sara as the group quietly made their way through the sewer maze. She believed that they were under orders, and she was assisting by her own will. This was bad. They had a perfect attack prepared to cripple the Dark Eldar, and free their imprisoned brethren...but the Sister complicated things.

Still...right now he had to focus. The sounds of battle raged above them, and soon they would be inside the center of the city. The heart of enemy territory. If they were discovered...no...they had been preparing for this moment. They would not fail.

At least they would not be lost in this maze of tunnels and foul smelling odor. The commander only had to close his eyes, clear his mind, and he could hear his comrades whispering. Fighting through the pain of their tortures...telling him where to go. He followed. Trying to send a message back to them.

'Hold. For we will be there soon.'

He knew it was unnecessary to say though.

They always Held.

i fucking love this thread

I think these threads hold a record or something.

>>11787644
In awesome they rank but these things happen fairly often.

This thread and the Confessions of a Wayward Son has made me a very happy Anon this weekend.

>>11787694
I can't remember the last thread that not only lasted 3 days, but also spawned another thread immediately after. (Which itself has lasted 2 days)
Sure I've seen threads hit autosage and then another one born., but not from a 3 day old thread.

>>11787754
see
>>11787728
5 days and now 6 >>11780756

Someone should posts the new ones on Id4chan once EchoGarotte is finished with the next piece.

Iral paced in the courtroom. He looked up at the statue that was still there. Some Mon-Keigh woman wearing a sheet. Her eyes were blindfolded and in one hand she carried a sword and in the other a set of scales. He had no idea what Mon-Keigh Goddess it was...interestingly neither did any of the smelly apes he questioned. Apparently it was a long lost relic of the by gone age. He appreciated good art though and, even by Eldar standards, it was a classy piece, and it had aged spectacularly well. Probably because this room had been sealed tight long ago. It always made him smile to see his...visitors...reach out to this long forgotten deity for salvation only to slowly realize that she was blind to their suffering. He always thought it was a Goddess of Punishment, his new 'patron' if you will.

However, right now his Goddess gave him no solace. The front lines were far away, and apparently it looked as if the Mon-Keigh would slowly lose...but he felt uneasy. He felt them...his pursuers...closing in. But that was impossible...that made no sense. There were no Mon-Keigh here. They'd have to break through the front line, fight through and entire city of his brethren and indoctrinated slaves, and then reach him...and he was no push over.

>>11788194
He drew his rapier. A custom weapon of his, light, thin, coated with such wonderful poisons...another item he had taken from the Mon-Keigh...true he added his own little touches, but he liked taking things from the Mon-Keigh and making them his.

The Punishment Goddess. This poisoned rapier. The souls of those Krieg...he didn't feel right calling them Mon-Keigh. They were just Krieg when they were nothing but soul.

He knew they were close. He had spent so much time with the Krieg that he could tell when another one of them was close. He was probably sensing them out on the battlefield...he had nothing to worry about...why should he worry? They were not the marines, or their sages, or their men of tin and glass. they were just simple little husks that wore masks. The only thing that made them different was that their souls coul-

BOOM!

The floor behind him erupted, and the fox knew that the hounds had caught up to him

>>11788194
Justice is patient, she can wait.

The Kriegers scrambled to pull themselves up out of the hole, affixing bayonets to face the Mandrake...but the xeno was just too damn fast. He skewered one of them through the throat instantly, and then leaped back into the shadows, the Krieg and Sister Sara instantly took defensive positions. Standing in a tight circle, guns and flamer ready, watching for the first twitch, the first sign of the sick monster.

All of the Krieg could feel them now. They were holding fast, but still...they cried out for assistance, for aide. The commander heard it the clearest, and spoke to the sister in a whisper.

"The target is down that corridor, fourth door on the right. We will hold the xeno, you get there and then destroy everything in that room."

Sister Sara shook her head. "I will not flee from a Xeno. I will stay. You and your men go."

"I have to stay...I have a perfect attack against these monsters that will swing the battle in our favor. However, I cannot secure the target and do my attack at the same time."

The other Krieg soldiers just nodded. They knew what they had to do. As one they all ran towards the hall, they didn't stop to open the door. They just charge through.

From the shadows, Iral laughed. "I've put enough wards on my quarters and on your comrade's precious little souls that there's no chance you fools will reach them. You'll all be new additions to my collection, except for the sister...no...she and I will be closely acquainted very very soon."

"Stop hiding like a coward and face me Xeno!" Sara cried out. "You will pay for the suffering you have cause. This I swear in the Emperor's name!"

"Ugh," A voice directly behind her said. "I'll have to cut your tongue out first, you girls are SUCH a bore!"

Sara spun around with her flamer up, just in time to receive a kick to the face that sent her flying back, crashing into the base of the statue of the Punishment Goddess.

>>11788419
"Now that's out of the way...onto the important business." Iral grinned as he stepped towards the Krieg Commander.

The Commander raised his lasrifle and fired, but Iral was again, far too fast. With an 'oh please' look he batted the gun away, causing the shot to go wide, and strike the sword arm of the Goddess' statue, causing part of it to crumble to the ground.

The Dark Eldar Mandrake sneered and grabbed the Krieg by the throat and held him up with one hand, ripping off the gas mask with the other. "I...LIKED...that statue! Ohhh, I am going to make you PAY for that. You know...I finally realized what I'm going to do." He grinned. "I'm going to take all your little friends, and place their souls in empty Eldar husk bodies...then I'm going to make sure that each and every one of you believes with evey part of your being that you are one of us...and then I'll send you back to your precious Terranis, and you will clear it out for us...show us how to get there...and then we will dine upon that world for AGES...and it will be all thanks to you. How does that sound?"

"Terranis...holds..."

"Ugh...I am so SICK of hearing that!"

"Then how about this old gem? FOR THE EMPEROR!" Sara screamed as she slammed the sword of the punishment Goddess into Iral's side. It was blunt, too big, and too heavy to weild properly, but there was a satisfying crack of shattered ribs, and the Mandrake dropped the Krieg as it was his turn to fly across the floor.

"You...bitch!" He snarled. "I'll make you pay for..."

There was the sound of an explosion from down the hall. Iral turned, aghast at the feeling of all those precious souls escaping. "No! How! I sealed the door, and there was no way you could have opened that shelf!"

"You sealed the door and the shelves..." THe commander gasped. "But you didn't do anything to the walls around them...and Kriegers are GOOD at breaching."

>>11788427
>Kriegers are GOOD at breaching.

captcha: "for semandan"

And for Terranis!

"No...No! I WILL have ALL of your souls for this!" Irai shrieked. "Do you know how many of us are coming to rip you apart! I will make your pain last for AGES!"

"I'm planning on it." The Commander said. He looked at Sister Sara with sorrow. "Forgive me...I didn't mean to involve you in this. You...you could run..."

Sara frowned as she looked at the Krieg. "What are you talking about."

"The only attack," the commander started to unbutton his greatcoat. "That will never fail," he opened it to reveal that his chest was covered with wiring, and what looked like small grey canisters in clear vacuum bags. "Is a suicide attack." He smiled. "Kriegs also are very good at using nuclear bombs as well."

Iral's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No, no nonononono! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!!"

Sister Sara...smiled. "Blowing up the center of the Dark Eldar base will seal our victory...I am proud to see this moment. I am ready to go to the Emperor."

The doors burst open that moment, with Iral's back up arriving just in time to see the Krieg press the detonator button.

Sister Sara slowly opened her eyes. The sky was so...blue. She was on her back, she raised her head, a quiet grassy field stretched before her, and a city beyond that. There were people walking along the field in lines...walking along trenches.

She laid back down her head and closed her eyes again. Tears on her face. Soon she would go into town. She would walk the perimeter, and soon His Gloriousness would call her back to service...but for now...peace.

>my face

Echo, you need to make your own setting and write stories in it so that I can put your books on my shelf.

Fuck yeah, charge into the maw and into glory.

>>11788521

>>11788580
Seriously. Echo, you should submit this stuff to a short story magazine, its been some amazing writefaggotry so far

Heh, I do actually. Not 40k stuff, but I've written a horror story that I've submitted to a podcast magazine and I have written a book as well. Still, I like doing this just for fun. Keeps me sharp, and it's...you know...fun.

>>11788586
ZA WARUDO

>>11788629
You ever sent anything into GW when the have the open writer searches?
http://www.blacklibrary.com/Getting-Started/FAQ-Working-For-Black-Library.html

>Sister Sara slowly opened her eyes. The sky was so...blue. She was on her back, she raised her head, a quiet grassy field stretched before her, and a city beyond that. There were people walking along the field in lines...walking along trenches.

>She laid back down her head and closed her eyes again. Tears on her face. Soon she would go into town. She would walk the perimeter, and soon His Gloriousness would call her back to service...but for now...peace.

The tears...they won't stop flowing...This. Is. Marvelous.

These additions are not on http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Love_and_Krieg_Spinoffs

>>11788582
....omg

>>11788660
No, maybe one day, but...I dunno...I mean there's a huge difference between Writefaggotry and actually writing. Plus, I think GW would actively hunt me down and kill me if there was ever a chance my stuff would come out because I'd like changing the status quo, and I don't have a continual hard on for the Ultramarines and want them to suffer a little.

>>11788717
Write anyway. Post anyway.

When Matt Ward is thrown against the wall and executed, you will be vindicated, and published.

Alright, so...what do you guys want next? Seige of Terranis, Birth of the Derivatives, Issues between Tallarn and Krieg beliefs, or Krieg vs. Tau/Ork/Tyranids/Eldar/Necron/Whomever?

Whatever you guys want, give me a little time and I can probably throw something together.

(Yeah, my addition is probably going to be a little cheesy...or a whole lotta cheesy probably around the time where Legend of Terranis was first coming about.)

As the holo-graph display blinked off and the normal lighting resumed many of the room’s inhabitants blinked as they adjusted to the light. Probably with the exception of the few Space Marine representatives that bothered themselves to listen to the prattling of this Lord Governor. There was even a pair of Sisters flanking an aging Inquisitor leaning heavily on a cane trying to keep his façade of calm under control. Though it was the three Kreig Commanders that held the enraged Lord Governor attention, “Why do you Kreigers bother with these objectives that even the Venerable Space Marine doesn’t bother with? Hmm? Is the prospect…that slim chance you get to live on that worthless Terranis for all eternity away from the Emperor’s glorious side on that tiny little planet to do the exact same thing in death as you do in life that important?”

The three Kreig Commanders shared a look and it was the eldest of the three who spoke first as he set his helmet upon his head.

“Lord Governor many have asked us why we try so hard to reach Terranis; however, you are the first to be so rude to find the reasoning as to why.” The Governor smoldered in his seat as he stared at Kreig but said nothing allowing the man to speak in that same monotonous voice those of Kreig shared. “We fight hard in life so in death we can rest for a moment in that place of quiet. We do not need to gorge ourselves next to the Emperor hoping…praying that other men, better men, finish the job they left incomplete…that those who still live defeat the enemies that still stand…Whether they are Chaos, Ork, or any of the others. We do not. We rest, we practice, and ready ourselves for our return…because eventually the Emperor will want volunteers to defend his people and we will be ready to answer.”

The speaking Krieg motioned to the other two to leave, “Even in Terranis we stand guard to ensure it holds and every time we return to the land of rain…We return better, more resilient, and one step closer to ensure our keep. If you believe that one mediocre life of service to the Emperor is enough to sit at his Grace’s feet for eternity is enough…go ahead. I know your record as does the Emperor.”

The old Krieg commander turned and walked to the door but before he left he turned to the Governor, “However, there are others in this Imperium that have better of expectations themselves…To ensure we arrive on time for battle we Kreig must depart now.”

The Lord Governor could sense the others smirking in approval and that made him despise the Kreig more.

>>11788850
Birth of the Derivatives! Adorable pregnant Kriegers abound!

>>11788858
Cheesy? Pfft. Nothing of the sort man. It's always good to see more people 'get' the whole concept of Krieg/Terranis. Write as much as you want man.

>>11788888

Stop making me want to collect Krieg!

>>11788850
Would Siege of Terranis be when the first Tyranids arrive to fuck up everything going on in the origina Love and Krieg stories?

>>11788925

No, you will collect Kreig and you will like it.

>>11788895

Okay.

Alright. I put up the Dark Eldar story on 1d4chan

Ah, Kreig love and matrimony.

This occurred to me a few moments ago.

The legend of the Emperor's Table is one designed to appeal to the common man of 40k-one who, having struggled from birth to death to merely keep food on the table and maybe one or two gifts every Emperor's Day for his children, wants the lizard comforts barely denied by his existence.

Such a man will, if pressed, turn to the Chaos Gods, as they can offer the lizard all it wants and more.

The legend of Terranis, on the other hand, is much the opposite. It is the life the soldier dreams of on the front lines, the home and haven and Girl Worth Fighting For, the simple life and reward for a job well done.

In this, it is simple to see why those who deny the legend of Terranis oppose the Emperor's Truth; they seek nothing more than empty pleasure and meaningless glory. Terranis calls to that which every servant of the Emperor should understand-the reward for work well done is more work, until needed no more.

tl;dr Chaos calls to the Id, Terranis calls to the Superego.

>>11788717
Of course they wouldn't want you mucking with the cash cow setting, but the let Gotto write some repugnant shit.

>>11788939
Yep, it's the period after Commander 68 left to fix the problem with the Viate Chambers and up to where the Interrogator who hooked up with Sam the Derivative. (and evacuated all the other Derivatives.)

Basically I'm saying that when Krieg Commander 68 left he told the people of Terranis about the impending invasion and gave the okay for the Krieg clones to take fertility treatments and have kids.

>>11788945
Fine.

Personally, I'm not all aboard with the concept of making the Kriegers the new Mary Sues of the galaxy. My favorite aspect of the original stories was how they could affect other people's lives in small, subtle (for a Krieger, anyway) ways. Anyways, I'm in the mood for a bit more writefaggotry.

Inquisitor,

It's been two weeks since our departure from Terranis. Our Navigator says that the warp storms around the planet are still strong, and any attempts to contact the planet via astropath have failed. Communication with Terranis has effectively been severed, possibly forever.

As you know, our starship, the Galactic Frontier, and it's captain, Captain Glovel present themselves as a high class passenger transport and occasionally moonlight for the Ordo Xenos. This has served as a number of useful functions, such as being able to scout and insert agents into high security systems. I've received your report about increased Tau activity near the frontier world of Odessa, which is of great concern since it is a resort world frequented by many high ranking Imperial officials. Captain Glovel is confident he can get us to Odessa without attracting suspicion from the Tau, but that requires us to stop at Tarson, the Adminstratum hub for the sector. The passengers we ferry to Odessa will be a sufficient cover.

However, I'm more concerned with our new passengers. The refugees and Guardsmen have adjusted well enough, and the majority have opted to step off on Tarson and make new lives there. The Derivatives, though, are another problem. I don't feel confident that they can properly integrate into society on their own, and from how their transfer orders were written, the consider me their superior officer.

I have command of a hundred Kriegers and have no clue what to do with them.

>>11789072
I wholeheartedly agree with the Mary Sue statement. I just...well...writing stories of Krieg who are cowards on the battle field, stories of Krieg serving in the Guard like every other soldier, the weakness and cowardice shown during the Invasion of Terranis...eh, I don't much care to write those stories. I read fiction to feel happy and for a moment believe that the world is a good and just place where Awesome is possible, instead of what's actually true, and I write the same way.

I mean, what fun is it to write the story of a Krieg who doesn't...believe...in...

Oooh...give me a couple of minutes.

>>11789072
>I have command of a hundred Kriegers and have no clue what to do with them.

Flashbacks of the 'accidentally ordered a box of Kriegers' fiction from a few years ago.

>>11789136
Well, I'm all for Kriegers being totally badass. My main beef is how they helped literally cook up an entire literal Heaven for the Imperium.

>>11789072
Inquisitor,

Taking the detour to Tarson would add another four weeks to our travel time, with an additional three to drum up and load passengers. This means the Derivatives have... quite a bit of free time.

I decided to give Sam a personal tour of the ship, and she was utterly fascinated by the entire thing. Being an engineer, she has quite a knack for mechanical and technological devices. However, the closest thing she's ever had to spaceflight were a few rides in Valkyries, so I felt this would be an educational opportunity.

So I give her the full tour, through the bridge, the passenger compartments, engineering decks, hangar, the works. As I'm doing this, she's taking notes and drawing sketches of the ship with the speed and precision of an autoscribe servitor. No doubt to share this information with her cousins (since all the original 68s were basically siblings).

Oh, I forgot to mention. I used my Inquisitorial authority to promote Sam to First Lieutenant of the 1st Terranian Platoon. I've delegated all command matters concerning the derivatives to her. Of course, I get zero complaints from the other Derivatives. At least, I assume that's what their silence meant.

For the last part of the tour, I decided to show her the "spider holes", the secret tunnels and accessways every ship had. I have a few acquaintances among some of the crew, who are fifth generation, so they know every nook and cranny like the back of their hand. I show her a secret compartment the crew likes to use to stash liquor. Unfortunately, somebody forgets to tell me that the machine spirit for the interior door control is fried, so me and Sam are effectively trapped in there.

Dead for the night?

>>11789319
We were on the engineering decks, close the engine, where the temperatures are as low as 95-100 degrees Fahrenheit on a good day, and that's if the cooling systems are at optimum performance. The crew usually wears cooling suits and rehydration units when they work down here, but we didn't intend to stay there for any longer than five minutes. I'm wearing my carapace armor (as an Inquisitorial agent, you can never be too careful), and Sam is in her regular Krieg attire.

Then, she starts stripping her clothes, right in front of me! The helmet and mask are the first to go, then her trenchcoat, her shirt, and then starts unbuckling her belt [ERROR]

Sorry, about that. I was trying to delete that last paragraph but the damn replacement servitor we picked up from Terranis never seems to work quite right. Now, in my head, I know it's just Sam's pragmatic nature to strip off unnecessary clothing in order to keep her body temperature stable. But the rest of my physical and cognitive functions are getting mixed signals, if you know what I mean.

Then, Sam looks at me and just says, "You'll get hyperthermia if you stay dressed like that."

Now, I won't get into specifics for fear of this servitor malfunctioning again, but I can say there was a bit of a physical scuffle and Sam won [ERROR]

>>11789654
Damnit, I screwed up again. So we were stuck there for about half an hour, drinking illicit alcohol and bemoaning our fate. Or at least, I was. Sam kept trying to snatch the bottle from me, complaining that I'd just dehydrate faster. Fortunately, it seemed that the Derivatives had been busy as well. When they noticed we were missing, they organized search teams among themselves and combed the ship. A pair of them, Wedge and Biggs, found us. I ordered them to never speak of what they saw in that room, but the way they bobbed their heads in agreement told me that was the one order they didn't intend to follow.

Now every Derivative knows about what happened between me and Sam, and they'd give us the little, appreciative nods whenever they pass by. Thank the Emperor they're tight lipped enough that the rest of the crew haven't found out.

Scratch that, the look on Finch's face tells me that might change very soon.

>>11789319
Well...actually...I think we have a nice little gap.

You don't like the concept of Terranis' Advent, then the story ends with Terranis' End: Tribute.

If you like what Terranis 'became,' then keep going into the 'Legacy' area.

It's totally your call.

I'm fine with Terranis being Krieg heaven but other people going there, like that SoB, seems wrong.

>>11789750
The SoB wasn't going to stay forever though, I believe it was said she was going to walk the perimeter, through the trenches, then go to the emperors side.

Even the inquisitor story, I forget the inquisitors name, but the female one from Ciaphas Cain, involved the psyker asking if she can stay for a while.

It seems to be an honorary 'Heres tarranis, now bugger off' thing.

>>11789750
It felt right. Anyway...say it was a freak thing and the pull of so many Krieg souls going there was so much that Sister Sara got swept along accidentally.

Inquisitor,

The Derivatives have been incredibly productive since they've come onto the ship. I've managed to sneak some peeks at Sam's notebook, and I realize that they're not just notes on the ship itself, but an entire list of structural defects and security flaws. The Derivatives have been incredibly busy, and are literally reworking the ship from the bottom up. I have no idea where they're getting the tools and materials from, but they're reinforcing bulkheads, rerouting power lines, and overhauling old machinery. They even managed to badger or persuade the crew into helping them, though I suspect a couple are going along as an excuse to spend more time with them.

Sam of course, has been leading the effort. I asked her why she's doing this, and she just gives me this weird look. It's like this odd mix of anticipation and concern that I can't quite place. Either way, she's already completely redone the Inquisition controlled decks in that typical Krieg "functional fortification" style and are working their way through engineering. The chief Techpriest on board is delighted at the massive jump in performance and efficiency the ship is showing. I don't have the heart to tell him the truth, because I think he'd try and throw Sam out the airlock for tech heresy if I do.

The Astartes aren't complaining. They actually feel more at home, with the Derivatives reworking their quarters to accommodate their larger size and weight, and they're very appreciative of the chapel they added in. Glovel has complained to me that somebody had stolen gold ingots from the cargo holds, but I just attribute it some greedy crewmen.

Despite this, me and Sam have managed to pick up a new hobby, exploring more of the secret compartments and crawlspaces of the ship. Take that as you will.

Also, the rest of the Imperium, save for a very few people, thinks that Terranis is the sucker's prize. The Krieg are pretty clear as to what you get, a home, friends and possibly love, and peace.

You still have to serve as a soldier, work hard, be vigilant in case something from the Warp tries to make a move, and you don't get great food, or wine/women/song, you don't get endless praise or even a 'good job' from the Emperor. The only thing you have to look forward to is being sent back to the Hell that is...well...pretty much everywhere else, and you do that over and over and over again.

On the other side there's the Emperor's Table where it's party time forever, and the Big Guy himself gives you a nod. Plus, you're done. No more strife, no more worry, you win. Thank you for playing.

To want to go to Terranis is to want to TURN DOWN endless paradise and to accept an Eternity of Toil and Duty.

There aren't many takers.

However, should a soul WISH to take on the Duty. Embrace the moments of peace and quiet, and believe that it is an honor to both protect that peace and return to the world to earn it again...then there is always a chair at the Basilisk for those people.

>>11789816
>>11789825
Fair enough. Just worried about this amazing material going off the deep end.

Anyway, I'm just faffing about excusing my own decisions. You people want the good stuff, not me whining. So, one last little bit before I turn in for the night.

Her water broke during the second week of the initial attack. Of course, we were still trying to force the xenos that had landed inside the city out of the city, and the reclaimed area did NOT include the hospital.

The only place that had safe water, and the closest equivalent of hospital tools was the Basilisk.

There have probably been more crowded delivery rooms in the history of the Imperium, but I will be anything that on that night, we got put high on the list.

68b #2984 was screaming as she pushed and crushed my hand in her grip. I was screaming, encouraging her to keep going...as well as from the pain in my hand. The 1st and 2nd Lieutenants were screaming at each other to get more water, more towels, disinfect more things. The rest of the bar was shouting encouragement, or standing outside the entrance, firing the guns, and of course the Tyranids were screaming as well. It seemed like the entire galaxy was shrieking as my child was born.

>>11790032
Thank the Emperor for that Apothecary though. He hadn't slept since the first night, and he was about to collapse, but he was there, helping my wife and barking out orders.

Then...for me and her at least, the screaming stopped and the Apothecary called for a sheet, a large glass of Amasec, and a corner to collapse in. Then he put her in my arms. My daughter...she was beautiful. Green eyes, like my mother had, but that smooth skin and beautiful face like her mothers.

#2984 held her, and she was crying as if she was hearing Regentropfen from a full orchestra. There were cheers for a moment, and my wife and daughter were moved to the back where they would be secure. Someone patted me on the back, then put a lasrifle in my hand and positioned me at my post while they got some rest.

I don't think I blinked my entire shift, and I must have shot nearly every xeno I saw. I was not going to let them get through. I had a wife. I had a daughter. I had a home. I would not fail them.

Finally, someone tapped me on the shoulder again and took my place. I ran back to my wife and our little derivative...someone made that joke while I was on post and it's stuck apparently.

We spent the night asleep in each other's arms. All three of us.

So, that's the night for me. If we hit the 300 mark, and someone else is still going, please make a new link. I have more 'During the Siege' stories to come.

>>11790041
YOU ARE GOOD WRITEFAG! YOU ARE CREDIT TO 4CHAN!

>>11789904
Inquisitor,

We've finally arrived on Tarson, but the new orders I've picked up from the local Inquisition base have told me to go the Administratum center here and erase all pertinent files referring to Terranis, and they have apparently been signed off by your hand. Is that true?

Obviously, I decided to keep the Derivatives on a tight leash. None of them were to leave the ship or the orbital dock without my personal approval. I don't want to risk losing any of them in the chaos of Tarson's hive cities.

So while Glovel is rounding up passengers for the voyage to Odessa, I'm choosing my retinue for the data scrubbing mission. I have Gottwald, one of the ship's techpriests and a specialist in logic engines and data management, which I need for the specific objective at hand. I also thought that bringing the Astartes as security was overkill, so I opted to bring Sam and four Derivatives instead: Wedge, Biggs, and the Twins.

Now, the Twins are just that, identical twins. They both look and act pretty much the same, and are so in sync that not even Kriegers can tell the difference between them. I hate to say this, but their only defining traits are their breast sizes. Chastel is the "bigger one", while Hista is the "smaller one". Just don't use those terms when they're around, though.

So, the scrubbing goes smoothly. We go in, I flash my signet, and I'm basically the goddamn Emperor for the day. Meanwhile, the Derivatives are standing guard over Gottwald as he does his thing, keeping eagle eyes on the Administratum clerks.

Of course, I don't tell any of them the true nature of what we're doing, not even Sam. I don't know how they'd react if I told them we were actively trying to bury any knowledge of their homeworld. Sam trusts that whatever I'm doing, it's following the Emperor's will.

I hope I am, too.

>>11790200
Then, I make the biggest mistake of the day. Once Gottwald is done, I decide to take a bathroom break and before I know it, the Derivatives somehow scatter to the four winds. Wedge and Biggs are the ones I find first, since they're the most predictable. Wedge is a mischievous little rascal and runs this small black market for his cousins. Biggs is a straight arrow who always tries to rein in Wedge's rogueish behavior, but they're essentially blood brothers. I never see either of them apart. I'm not surprised when I see Wedge hijacking a truck filled with crates of waffles "liberated" from one of the building's cafeterias. Biggs is riding shotgun, and they pull out of the building and head straight for the spaceport before I can stop them.

The Twins tried to tail Wedge and Biggs when they broke off, but got lost in that dreadfully designed labyrinth of a building. I run into them on the way back from Wedge and Biggs' little heist. They're trying to decide which direction to go, and I notice this small army of Administratum clerks tailing them like Lictors, like these are the only girls they've seen within 20 feet of them. The Twins are completely oblivious to this and I come and order them to accompany me back to the ship. I'm in a particularly foul mood in this point so i cheer myself up by giving a smug grin at the clerks as I lead the twins away. They were so green with envy that they could have used it to transform Tarson into an agri-world!

The moment I start thinking about finding Sam, she's already behind me as if she had always been there the entire time. I notice she's carrying a few dataslates she didn't have before. I don't manage to catch what data was on them, but it must have been important to her to go through such lengths to obtain it.

Anyways, I'm tired. I'll investigate later.

>>11790038
Daaaaaaw!

And holy hell, how many days have this been going on now?

MOARS!

Well I'm gonna call it a night as well.

Next time: More SS Krieg shenanigans and hot Krieg vs Tau action. Wait, that didn't come out righ- [ERROR]

>>11790396
WOOOOOOOO!

>>11790396
I hope that came out right, tau don't get enough love.

TWINS THEY WERE

YES! Best after school ever.

I'm so glad these guys are getting archived.

last pre-bed bump.

Bump

A bump of my own. I may even try my hand at this later!

>>11791503

Knock yourself out, yo.

bumping for great kreig/terranian justice.

also, I will drawfag some of these scenes, but I work slowly. it may be weeks before they're done, but that'll just give us an excuse to have another awesome love & kreig thread!!!

>>11792843
Oooh, umm...did you have a certain scene in mind or will you take requests?

(This is a story from the Apothecary)

Today wasn't a good day. We finally managed to secure the perimeter around the city, and we were giving medical examinations to the little pockets of survivors that were stuck inside the once infested areas. Thanks to the Emperor that I was there...but sometimes I'm not happy to be right.

"I...I don't remember much." The woman said. She was holding onto her Krieg lover's hand tightly. "We were all in the bunker, holding as tightly as we could, and they came in from above. The entire roof caved in and they were swarming around us...shooting, screaming. I don't remember much after that. I remember fighting and running, and then I collapsed and the next thing I knew you had found me." She held the Krieg close.

I stepped forward a frown on my face. I did not want to be right...but..."What weapon did you use to fight?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Did you grab a laspistol? A lasrifle? A piece of debris?"

"I...I...don't remember?"

"Did you kill any of the Xenos, or did you just run? You were found three blocks away from your inital location, did you run through buildings? Around side streets? Down an alley?"

"I told you, I don't remember! Why are you asking me these questions?"

I sighed. "Because...those who the xenos implant with genestealer implants commonly have their memories replaced with vague recollections of fighting and escape."

Her eyes went wide, and I braced myself for the trouble that came with the initial denial. She looked into the gas masked eyes of her beloved Krieg, and then started to strip off her clothes.

"Find it! Please...look for it, and tell me if it's there! I have to know!"

That was surprising. Carefully I examined her body, as the rest of the people in the room held their breath. Sadly, I did find what I was looking for, a small line of paler flesh on her body, indicative of where the incision had been to place the genestealer gland inside her body.

>>11794055
She let out a wail of sorrow that will haunt me for years...should I live that long, and she embraced her Krieg, weeping. Shaking her head and saying that she was sorry, over and over again.

I fought back a smile when the Krieg took off HER mask and kissed the woman that she loved. Huh, little surprise for the xenos. It was tempting to just do nothing. To make sure that she knew what she couldn't do anymore...but these Terranians...honestly they humble me.

After kissing her Krieg soldier. The woman resuited up into her armor, asked for a spare laspistol, as many grenades as they could spare, and a sword.

She walked out past the barricade, into the fields where the xenos waited. She did not look back. I watched as that woman, whose name I never got, slaughtered at least eight of those monsters that she would have eventually birthed...and then...she charged straight at the Hive Leader that was overseeing this side of the assault. By the time she reached it, there was little of her left. Lacerations all over her body, one arm had been bitten clear off, and a good chunk of her leg was missing...but that woman got close enough...and then pulled the pins on her grenades.

I know that we cannot last forever. I know that I will die on this planet. But I do know, that we will hold. Maybe a miracle will happen and someone will arrive with a ship...and when it does I will order the children aboard it. But I will stay. I am needed here. The Emperor placed me here, and I thank him for it. Very few people have the privelage of knowing that they will die when they are at their greatest. I will hold Terranis.

Whoo-hoo still here!

>>11790323
Inquisitor,
We’ve finally left Tarson and are well on our way to Odessa with six hundred passengers. I’ve forbidden the Derivatives or any Inquisitorial staff enter the passenger compartments, but I let slip the fact that we’re carrying high ranking officials, civil servants, as well as their typical entourages. They literally began fortifying the outer edges of the passenger compartments. Bunkers and strongpoints have been constructed at critical chokepoints, the bulkheads are reinforcement with another three inches of adamantite plating, and they even have an Earthshaker cannon mounted on the approach that connects to the cargo bays and service hangar.
None of this is going unnoticed, however. The passengers are convinced that the ship is haunted or possessed or something, and I can’t blame them. What else would you think when you hear random clanking and grinding noises in the night?
And that’s not even the half of it. In some freak coincidence, I run into Interrogator Modo, from the Ordo Hereticus. You should remember him, or more likely his boss, Inquisitor Frollo. Apparently, he’s on some undercover mission, tailing a PDF general who might be taking bribes from several cultist cells. So yeah, he invites me to his stateroom so we can catch up on old times.
I bring Sam with me because there’s really no way for me to convince her not to tag along. We step inside, and then I see a trio of Sisters of Battle in his room. Well, this catches me off guard, until I realize that this is some sort of veiled boast directed at me. He gets to hang out with the hot nuns while I’m stuck with those starchy Astartes. And because they’re supposed to be undercover, they’re not even wearing their power armor, just civilian garb that’s conveniently form fitting enough to show off their curves and physique.

>>11794302
Damn! I forgot my trip and forgot to properly format it, too!

Well I’m not about to let myself get one upped by the Hereticus, and Sam gets the same idea. She casually pulls off her gas mask and as she takes off her helmet, she does that weird, oddly alluring hair swish that girls are wont to do, especially in the movies. What I didn’t exactly expect to happen was to have her kiss me on the cheek afterwards. Boy did she get some venomous glares from the SoBs.

Modo concedes that we’re at a draw, and in return from him telling me which of the passengers most likely have connections to the Tau, I tell him about how I picked up the Derivatives from Terranis, and even took him down to the lower decks to introduce some of them. I can tell you right now, sparks flew between two the Sisters and Wedge and Biggs, and they weren’t the angry kind. They both scribbled something down on a note and handed it them. I never found out what it said, but whatever those words were, they the two SoBs light up as red as Blood Angel armor.

Wedge and Biggs then fist bump at their latest victory. Both of them have gotten very close to Logar, since they all have so much in common in the field of wreaking havoc on the ship. Logar taught them the fist bump, which is what he says is a traditional custom in Space Wolf society. He calls it a “brofist”, and Wedge and Biggs do it at practically every opportunity they can once they learned it. Logar himself can’t do it much since he’s break a normal person’s arm, and none of his Deathwatch squaddies are into that sort of stuff.

Sam sees this and then holds her fist out in front of me, with this expecting look in her eyes. It’s at this point I realize the Derivatives have learned another “important life lesson” today.

(Still with the Apothecary)

I don't know what it is about this place. I have served on many worlds. I have been alive for a long time. This is the first time, however, that I have fallen in love.

I can't tell you when she first came. All I knew is that one day I realized that the gas masked person who had been assisting me for the past weeks has been the same person. I asked her to remove her mask, so I could check it, and make sure that the filter was working properly. She handed it to me and I saw her face.

Soft smooth skin, pale blue eyes, and she has a small birthmark on her cheek. I just stared for a moment. I have looked at many 'pretty' women, but I could see that behind their faces there wasn't much more than emptyness or concern for the world that ended at the tip of their nose.

In her face, I saw concern, duty, and a longing to help. To heal. She wanted to live, and make sure that every moment she was still alive she was helping. I also noticed that she was holding my hand.

We kissed. A quick thing. Then I prepared her mask and returned to work. She handed me a requisition form for my own gas mask a few minutes later.

The others call her Gail, not sure if that's a nickname or her real name. But it is what I call her. It has been so long since I have slept with actual warmth in my arms. There is a never ending list of things to do, people to cure, but I do not mind. The weariness in my arms has faded.

The only thing I must say...I'm not sure if Gail is a Krieg or a Terranian. I don't think there's much of a difference anymore.

>>11794323
>>11794302
I love this story. We need a comedy in love and Krieg again.

I mean, I love ALL the writefags in these threads, but comedies are what started this whole thing.

>>11794323
GIGGITY GIGGITY!

(You want some Comedy? All you had to do was ask!)

It was into week three when the people manning the East Wall got a surprise. The assault against the wall ceased, and out from the horde of chiton and howls emerged two humans! Well...human was a relative term. It was obvious that they had been corrupted by the Xeno. They had chitonous plates on their body, extra appendages, and...other assorted additions. However, their heads and faces were human, and when one of them spoke, the voice sounded normal.

"Terranis! Hear me Terranis for we speak for the Hive!" The man gestured to himself. "I am Pindao VIII...this is Jacobi II." He gestured to the woman at his side. One of the wall defenders frowned in confusion. Those were the names of planets that had fallen to the Tyranids.

"We were as you are. Stones that tried to hold against the tide of the inevitable. We fought and tried to hold, but we fell. However, the glorious Hive saw our strength, and wished to add it to itself. Now, we are more, we are glorious. Inside each of us is the collective of all that our planets were. We rejoice in each other, and in the glory of the Hive."

Jacobi II spoke. "The Hive has deemed that you are suitable. That your strength will be added to itself, and we shall all grow greater. End your foolishness, we will make the process swift and painless. Do not let yourselves be consumed for no reason...you have the chance to be greater! Imagine, all of eternity will be yours, dwelling within and among each other. Terranis will be Forever. What do you say?"

There was no reply from the wall.

Pindao VIII looked at Jacobi II. "What do you say Terranis? Do you accept the truth and your salvation?"

Still no answer from the wall.

>>11796066
"Are you afriad then? Are you cowering behind our measly fortifications, knowing that there is no hope?"

Still, no answer.

"Hey! You can't just IGNORE us!"

A soldier popped up over the top of the wall. He had his mask off and was smoking a cigarette. He finished it and dropped it over the side.

Piando and Jacobi just stared. "What are you doing?!" They shrieked.

The soldier shrugged. "Well, we didn't want to interrupt you, so we decided to take a reload and smoke break. You going to keep going, or are you two done?"

The gestalt of the two planets just stared open mouthed. Their faces turning red with indignant rage. They WERE being ignored!

"How DARE YOU!" Pindao said. "You do not know the force you face! Why only in the past few-"

The soldier ducked his head back down and looked at his comrades. "Yeah they're going to be doing this for a while, might as well use this time to calibrate and aim the basilisks...anyone got another smoke?"

Dunno how full this thread is getting so I might have to move to a different thread, but I've been working on this all day so here is my humble contribution to the mythos:

Commissar Lyra- Personal Log

Arrived at my post on Lurren today.

I have to admit that I'm not happy with it. It's certainly still early in my career, but to put
me on such a backwater world, with barely the occasional ork uprising to worry about, is clearly a slap in the face by my superiors. I can't imagine what I did to deserve it, my last command was executed flawlessly. Along with every commander the unit had, but what else is one to do in times when heresy runs so rampant? The men must be given an example to follow.

In any case, I'm here so I might as well make the best of a boring assignment. Though the smile Inquisitor Simmonds gave me when I recieved my posting unnerves me a little. He promised me this assignment would be "anything but boring." I wish I had some idea of what he was getting at.

>>11796080

Met with the men today. Apparently they're from Krieg. I remember reading about the place when I was in scholar, a world that tried to secede from the Imperium only to spark a civil war that left the entire planet nearly uninhabitable. You have to admire that kind of dedication in a loyalist force, and I must admit the Kriegers here live up to their reputation. Quiet bastards, every one wearing a gas mask even if the atmosphere is perfectly servicable, and meticulous as one could wish of an Imperial Guardsmen. I was impressed, especially with the fortifications they've built around the garrison.

I rarely invoke superlatives except in the name of the Emperor, but these earthworks were easily the finest example of the craft that I have ever seen. The trenches were straight as a lasbeam and the breastworks were truly deadly. The razorwire was arranged as letters that spelled out litanies against the enemies that would break themselves upon the Emperor's fortifications, which I thought was a truly inspired touch. The Krieger commander could tell I was impressed, and I'm
not sure because he never said anything and of course he was wearing a gas mask, but judging by his body language he seemed rather proud of the work his men had done. I asked if I could meet the man responsible for overseeing the construction, and unless I misread the series of nods that followed I will see him tomorrow.

>>11796106

I've heard it suggested that a good Commissar can find someone to execute within hours of taking a command post, but I'll be damned if I could find a single incident of cowardice, heresy, or insubordination. Nobody here has been anything but unfailingly polite, if a bit quiet. It's a very nice change of pace from my previous position. I had to shoot no less than a dozen men for making crude remarks about my capacity for serving the Emperor on my knees when they thought I wasn't listening.

Here no such problem exists, and in an absence of any need to negatively reinforce the devotion of my soldiers for the Emperor I have fallen to positive reinforcement. The Krieger commander introduced me to the soldier who'd been in charge of the fortifications this morning. I was surprised to find he was only a Sergeant, one of their combat instructors. He went by the
designation Krieger Male Model 69C #6535. I didn't ask.

In any case, I believe the exercise was succesful. I stood Krieger Male Model 69C #6535 up in front of the rest of the troops and publicly commended him for his zeal in serving the Emperor and for a job well done, exhorting the rest of the Krieger troops to follow his example. It seems to have made an impression on the soldiers- they seem just a bit more relaxed now. Not even close to sloppy, but not quite as tense as when I first came here. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not, given that these men and women are supposed to fear me, but... I really can't bring myself to be too concerned about it. The Kriegers are such steadfast warriors of the Imperium that I count myself rather lucky to have been accepted by them so quickly. Perhaps not having a reason to shoot anyone isn't so bad.

>>11796133

Apparently my public commendations of Krieger Male Model 69C #6535 made a bigger impression than I thought. This morning the Krieger commander arrived with Krieger Male Model 69C #6535 in tow and informed me via official transferrence documentation (signed and notarized in triplicate) that Krieger Male Model 69C #6535 was to be assigned to me as my personal liason to the Krieger company. It's more than a little unusual for a Commissar to need a go between for their own
troops, but I had to admit that it would be extremely helpful to have someone to translate the Krieger's odd cultural mores to me. I accepted the transfer request without thinking too much about it.

Roughly an hour later Krieger Male Model 69C #6535 returned with a full backpack and a duffel bag and started setting up a camp in the middle of my office! Of course I told him that he would be getting his own quarters, and I'll be damned if he didn't shake his head at me! He seemed to be insisting that he stay in the office, apparently for my safety? Utterly ridiculous. I informed
him that him living in my office would be entirely improper and a violation of my direct order.

...and, well, he knelt down in front of me as if I was going to execute him then and there. I
suppose technically I should have. It wasn't really insubordination, he was just
overenthusiastic. I said this out loud and he seemed to disagree with me for a moment, but I
told him that under no circumstances was I going to shoot him and... well, he wound up holing up in the storage room attached to the office instead.

It's different. At least this way he won't be taking up space in the office itself. And my
personal quarters are located on the other side of the office, so it's not like we're adjacent to
one another. He'll just be close by in case I need him.

Not that I will.

>>11796148

I'm going to punch Simmonds in his smug stupid face when I get back.

Krieger Male Model 69C #6535 has been invaluable over the past week, following me on my daily rounds and generally being extremely helpful. Every morning I've awakened to a bland but warm breakfast and my itinerary laid out for perusal, along with a hot cup of recaf. I asked him once if he was my liason or my chef and he just shrugged. In any case he's been at least an effective liason as a cook; throughout the week he's provided me with many invaluable insights, and all without ever once saying a word.

Then today I attended an officer's meeting and left him to his own devices for a few hours. A
few hours! And when I came back to my office, razorwire.

Razorwire, EVERYWHERE.

The little bastard had turned my office into a damn foxhole! There was a damn gun emplacement in front of my bloody desk! There were SANDBAGS in the hallway! In hindsight it's probably a good thing that the Krieger Commander was there because otherwise I might have shot Krieger Male Model
69C #6535 on the spot. As it was I gave him one hell of an earful.

And that's when something funny happened. I was demanding "an explanation for this groxshit" and all he did was stand there quietly and do his best to answer with nods and headshakes. He seemed to be getting downright flustered. His commander was no help- I didn't hear a peep out of him the entire time but I would swear he was laughing. Finally I told Krieger Male Model 69C #6535 that if he didn't speak up and tell me what had gotten into him then by the Emperor I was going to put a bolter round in his skull and that was an order.

And he says, "Permission to speak granted?"

>>11796148
>>11796080
Is this going to be Gay? Because I don't mind if it is. Although I'm not sure of the Commissar's Gender. Names in 40K aren't always clear.

>>11796172

OF COURSE PERMISSION TO SPEAK GRANTED. By the Golden Throne, is that all I had to do? I mean, it makes a kind of sense, given everything else, but... they need permission to TALK I mean technically other Imperial Guardsmen do too but...

... now that I think about it, it might not be a half bad idea to enforce that regulation a little more among soldiers from other planets...

In any case, now that he had permission to speak (I still can't believe it) Krieger Male Model
69C #6535 explained that as my liason his duty was to safeguard my life and in doing so he had
needed to make our living quarters more defensible. I asked him who he intended to defend me from IN MY OWN OFFICE and he just sort of shrugged.

I made him take the gun emplacement and the razorwire out of the office, but in the end I let him set it up in the hallway. Might as well let him keep the office staff on their toes. He didn't
seem to mind taking the whole thing down and then setting it back up, though, so I'll have to
think of something else to do as disciplinary action. Later.

>>11796180

Commissar Lyra is a lady. I felt we needed more stories from a female perspective.

>>11796182

Krieger Male Model 69C #6535's started taking his gas mask off inside my office lately. I'm not
sure what to make of it. I assume it's because he lives here now, so naturally he'd be more
comfortable around me. Around the office. I mean.

He's not as old as I thought he would be. Not much older than I am, certainly. He has these
strange, stormy blue-gray eyes. And he's pale, but that's to be expected from someone who wears a gasmask all the time. His features are fairly average, except for a thin scar behind his left eye. Since I never did find out his given name (or if he even has one, Kriegers don't seem to worry about that very much), I started calling him Scar. I was just teasing him at first, but he never seemed to mind it, and it's just sort of a habit now.

Oh, hey, what's this on my desk here. I didn't even notice, it looks like some kind of package.
It's from the Krieger company?

It's a Commissariat-issue gas mask.

How could they have requisitioned this? We don't even have any gassing equipment on the base. There's no need for...

It fits perfectly. How did they get... measurements for my face? Of all things...

>>11796201

Rough day today. It was inevitable that there be some kind of trouble, but... I didn't expect
anything like this.

The local civilian populace seems to generally like the Kriegers. They were wary of them at
first, but they're hardly any more unusual than some of the other minority groups about, and
they've slowly been integrating themselves. There's always a few troublemakers, though.
Apparently the Krieger women are becoming popular with some of the local boys, and a few of the Krieger men are getting to know the local women. Not neccessarily a bad thing, as long as order is maintained, but there have been a few jealous scuffles. I haven't been able to prove anything, of course, the Kriegers are subtle enough not to get caught redhanded. Until today when a few of our men picked up a Krieger soldier and a local man engaged in an honest-to-the-Emperor fisfight. Well I had the soldier scheduled for execution, but the Krieger Commander turns around and accuses the local man of Heresy!

It's a serious charge to make, so Scar and I head down to the stockade to talk to the Commander and the prisoner. The three of them mumbled to each other for a while, until I walk up and ask them exactly what's going on. Scar tells me that the prisoner assaulted the civilian because he was spouting heresy, so of course I ask him what the man had actually said.

The prisoner looked up and acted like he wanted to answer, so I gave him permission to speak.

"He spat upon the name of Terranis," the prisoner said.

Of course I didn't have any bloody idea what that meant, and said so. Scar didn't want to say.

Didn't want to tell me!

I took off my gas mask for emphasis and asked them again, who or what is Terranis?

Woah. What happened to the formatting on that last one?

>>11796223

Scar explained it, finally. He said Terranis was a planet, a place where a battalion of Kriegers
had been posted and wound up becoming very close to the indigenous people there. It was a
prevailing belief among many Kriegers that when they died, instead of simply spending eternity at
the Emperor's side, they went to Terranis, and after a while they were reborn, to serve in the
Imperial Guard and fight and die in the name of the Emperor again.

Until they'd gotten it right, perhaps?

I asked him what Terranis was like. He told me it wasn't anything particularly special. It wasn't a place of any great wealth or beauty. It was a place where a Krieger could settle down and find someone to protect and take care of while they manned the walls and the guns. It was a
quiet place where they could live and work and have a bit of peace. Well, relative peace.

The Commander mentioned that officially, and he stressed that officially, Terranis might not
have existed- the story goes that the planet was right in the path of a Tyranid Hive Fleet Splinter, and eventually cut off by Warp Storms. There was no official record of what happened to Terranis (which isn't unheard of, there are countless worlds in the Imperium, and even our
beuraocrats can't keep track of them all), but the Kriegers believed it was still there.

"And then what?" I asked, a little confused. "What is it about this planet that you'd rather go there than to the Emperor? It was eaten by a hive fleet, what's special about it?"

They looked at me, and Scar took off his gas mask. And he spoke with more conviction than I have ever heard from anyone else in my life.

"Terranis held," he said.

I turned the civilian over to the local Inquisition. The Krieger Soldier will complete his round of KP duty next week.

Is this story saved somewhere? I would like so very much to read everything preceding this.

>>11796250

Well that was interesting.

The Orks have been stirring up trouble lately. They're all feral in these parts, it seems, so we haven't had to worry about them shooting anything at us, but they're still a pain in the ass. We can beat them back, we can keep them in check, but they're still out there and we don't have the men or the expertise to really root them out of the jungles they've infested.

I've sent a few reports on the situation to High Command, but I never really expected anything to come of it. Imagine my surprise yesterday when the Commander informs me that a bloody Strike Cruiser is in orbit. Not an hour later a THUNDERHAWK is howling towards the garrison and Emperor on His Throne the ADEPTUS ASTARTES are spilling out of it. A company of Space Marines had been given some of my reports and had come to Lurren to assist with the situation. Or as Sergeant Riggs puts it, "get in on the action." Apparently the Executors' third company has developed specialized strategies for dealing with orks, and they'll jump at any chance they get to go after the green buggers. So here I was with three tactical squads of Space Marines and a garrison full of Kriegers who all want to go out into the jungles and hunt some ork. The Kriegers are practically pissing their pants over the chance to actually go out and fight next to the Adeptus Astartes. The marines for their part seem fairly casual about working with guardsmen. A few of them are clearly dismissive of us, but Riggs was enthusiastic about bringing some of the Kriegers along, so the Commander and I picked out a few squads and set out with the marines into the jungle.

>>11796285

Check 1d4 for Love and Krieg and its spinoffs.

>mfw this thread

Holy shit. Fucking nerds.

>>11796285
Look up "Love and Krieg" on 1d4chan.

>>11796304
Well that was interesting.

The Orks have been stirring up trouble lately. They're all feral in these parts, it seems, so we haven't had to worry about them shooting anything at us, but they're still a pain in the ass. We can beat them back, we can keep them in check, but they're still out there and we don't have the men or the expertise to really root them out of the jungles they've infested.

I've sent a few reports on the situation to High Command, but I never really expected anything to come of it. Imagine my surprise yesterday when the Commander informs me that a bloody Strike Cruiser is in orbit. Not an hour later a THUNDERHAWK is howling towards the garrison and Emperor on His Throne the ADEPTUS ASTARTES are spilling out of it. A company of Space Marines had been given some of my reports and had come to Lurren to assist with the situation. Or as Sergeant Riggs puts it, "get in on the action." Apparently the Executors' third company has developed specialized strategies for dealing with orks, and they'll jump at any chance they get to go after the green buggers. So here I was with three tactical squads of Space Marines and a garrison full of Kriegers who all want to go out into the jungles and hunt some ork. The Kriegers are practically pissing their pants over the chance to actually go out and fight next to the Adeptus Astartes. The marines for their part seem fairly casual about working with guardsmen. A few of them are clearly dismissive of us, but Riggs was enthusiastic about bringing some of the Kriegers along, so the Commander and I picked out a few squads and set out with the marines into the jungle.

>>11796316
It did not take us long to pick up signs of Ork habitation. I would like to say that the Kriegers are excellent trackers, and for all that I know this may be true, but it is honestly not terribly difficult to track an Ork. Destroyed rocks and trees and crudely hacked paths and the occasional unconscious snotling marked a clear trail to the center of the foul xenos camp. I thought we must be nearly there, Scar and I constantly looking over our shoulders for the inevitable attack, when the Astartes called a halt inside of a large clearing.

We quickly formed a circular firing line, the the Atsrates with heavy weapons lining up behind and aiming their weapons over the heads of the Kriegers, a few of the marines with close combat weapons taking up positions in gaps in the Krieger line.

"Are we simply waiting here for them?" I asked Riggs, perhaps with a hint of trepidation in my voice.

Riggs simply shook his head, and then began to sing.

I would later learn that upon their homeworld it is the responsibility of the Executors third company to lead their battle brothers in prayer, and that this often took the form of hymns sung in High Gothic. Today, however, the Astartes sang a number of hymns that were well known to my soldiers and I, like "The Emperor Protects," "The Light of the Golden Throne Guides my Path," and every single verse of "Suffer not the Witch to Live." I'd only ever learned the first eight, but apparently there are at least twenty-three.

Well that was nice.

Good to see that the Divine Fire still burns.

>>11796326
As they sang, I was surprised to hear Scar joining in. Then, one by one, the other Kriegers took up the song as well. I got a little carried away and joined in and soon the jungle was echoing with the sound of our voices.

Then the Space Marines Chaplain opened up what I had assumed to be a case for spare ammunition, and pulled out a massive adamantite guitar.

The Orks arrived in ones and twos, at first. They had vaguely curious looks on their faces, which we obligingly shot off. Then the masses came. From every direction out of the jungle, roaring and slavering as they arrived. There was a melody to their heretical snarlings, if it is not heretic for me to admit it. I dare say they were attempting to follow along with the hymns that we were singing. But few of them survived long enough to learn the songs. Praise the Emperor, I have never felt so assured as I did today. Roaring the lyrics to "God-Emperor's Litany of Eradicating the Xenos Filth" with my bolt pistol jumping in my hand, Scar beside me singing along in an absolutely gorgeous tenor, the hateful Xenos exploding in fountains of gore, I felt a deep and abiding peace within the galaxy.

I told Scar this as we marched back to the garrison, having slaughtering every stinking Ork that dared to show its face to us, and he simply nodded in response, smiling very slightly.

"I sometimes wonder about the future," I confided in him, "if it really is possible to make the Emperor's dream a reality and unite the galaxy in a strong, stable realm where all of His children can live in peace... but today... today I think I've felt more than ever that it is possible. We can do this, Scar."

"We will hold," he replied, that small smile growing broader for a brief instant.

>>11796341
I thought that the Executors were going to leave today, but Sergeant Riggs requested a few more days for his men to perform combat training in the jungles. Apparently their homeworld is entirely devoid of any dense foliage and he wanted his marines to have a bit of experience with it. I granted the request, of course. Some of the local citizens are a bit wary about having them here, but they do wonders for the Krieger's morale. Scar has been marching even more ramrod straight than usual, and his boots are so polished that I can literally see myself in them. Which was a bit worrisome, since I decided to wear a skirt today (checked the regulations and it is entirely permissable, as long as it comes no higher than a centimeter above the knee, though truthfully mine is a little tight and has a tendency to ride up), but I've never seen Scar without his eyes dead ahead and focused on the task at hand, so I decided not to give it another thought.

I noticed a few of the offduty Kriegers walking around the garrison with what appeared to be
civillians today. I asked Scar about it and he said that since I'd taken the base temporarily off high alert after wiping out the local Ork infestation a few of the Kriegers were showing some guests around. I asked him why some of the guests were wearing gas masks and I would swear he was blushing under his, he looked so flustered. Eventually he told me that those were locals that the Kriegers were "fraternizing" with. I asked him if it was common for Kriegers to give gas masks to non-kriegers that they fraternized with, and he simply nodded.

Later I finally found out who put in the order for my mask. The Quartermaster confirmed for me
that the Commander had approved the order, but that it had been formally requested by Krieger Male Model 69C #6535.

>>11796370
I want this day to last forever.

I tried giving some of the Kriegers RnR, but Commander told me that few of them would take it and if I wanted them to get some rest it was in my best interests to simply assign some very light duty for the garrison and perhaps double rations. I must admit to being mildly dissapointed about that, I'd been hoping for a chance to get some rest myself, but the dedication of the Kriegers once again shames me. I asked Scar what sort of light duty he thought would be suitable and he reccomended extending the fortifications. I asked him if there was perhaps a hint of personal bias in that suggestion and he acted offended, though I would swear I saw him flash that quick, shy smile off his.

In any case I never got the chance to write out the orders because I was approached by Sergeant Riggs and Chaplain May. Apparently they had been leading some of the Krieger soldiers in prayer after the battle with the Orks, and had gotten it into their heads that it would be good for morale if they held a base-wide prayer session. In searching for appropriate venues, they had discovered that there was a large amphitheater set up on the outskirts of the nearby city, and now they wanted to hold a public call to prayer. Except the Chaplain called it a concert. They thought it might improve relations between the Astartes and the Imperial Guard and the civilian population. They were ready to set up immediately, he said.

Well, who was I to refuse such a request, so politely forwarded, and by a Space Marine officer no less?

>>11796393
The Commander assigned a skeleton crew to keep the base guarded and the rest of us took Chimeras
to the theater. I wanted to give the civvies a show, so I rode on top of one of them with Scar. I let my cape fly out behind me and made sure to strap my hat down, so I hope I made a somewhat dashing figure. Scar told me I looked very regal. The civilians that showed up seemed a bit nervous around the Kriegers and the Astartes, but the children are fairly enthusiastic. All well and good, let the fervor of the Emperor's finest fill them at a young age.

The concert began at sundown, and I must admit to being rather taken aback. It wasn't just Chaplain May playing the guitar- nearly every one of the Space Marines produced some kind of outsized musical instrument and accompanied the hymns. It was rather like listening to an orchestra made up of drums and electric guitars, though the keyboard player was also fantastic, and apparently Sergeant Riggs plays what Scar referred to as "a mean bass." The Kriegers and the civilians got into it right away, belting out the hymns along with the marines. The concert lasted for hours, and the music ranged from High Gothic war chants to more popular hymns and even to a little secular music. Scar and I both very nearly choked from laughter when Apothecary Carter did an unnaturally convincing impression of a pop singer.

But none of that could have prepared me for what happened at the end. Sergeant Riggs explained that the last piece they were to perform had been a request from the Krieger Commander, a song that had been written on Krieg in the first days of the nuclear bombardment. I could FEEL the Krieg around me suddenly grow tense. Scar had just happened to have his hand on my arm, I don't know how it got there, and he suddenly held me in a grip of iron. I wanted to ask him what was going on, but the Executors began playing. Riggs said that it was called "Regentropfen."

>>11796412
As the song began, to a man, the Kriegers took off their masks and held them to their hearts. The song was... I can't even describe it. So terribly beautiful. Haunting. The Kriegers began to chant the lyrics, and when I turned to look at Scar there were tears rolling down his expressionless face. When the song was over he turned to me and... and his eyes were so... I don't even know what came over me, but I pulled him close... I know the other Kriegers must have seen it, but they were all caught up in their own memories, so we simply held each other close. It couldn't have been more than a minute, but it felt like hours.

And then he slowly bent his head and kissed me.

I might have expected it to be rough or undusciplined, perhaps a hint of the fire within him that the Kriegers all hide so well. But it was tender and gentle, just the barest ghosting of his lips across mine. Until I grasped his lapel and pulled him closer. I wanted to taste him. I want to...

Well, he nudged me very gently and I realized where we were. Nobody seemed to give any indication that they'd seen us, even though they had to. There's no way anyone just MISSED the Commissar making out with her liason. But nobody said a thing, even though I would swear I saw a few soldiers clapping Scar on the shoulder as we walked back to the Chimeras.

>>11796440
And before he put his gas mask back on, he was wearing the broadest grin I have ever seen on a Krieger face. Smug asshole. If I hadn't had to put on my own mask to hide the blush I would have... well, I would have said something, certainly. Something very dissaproving, I am sure.

Before we went to bed tonight, I had managed to get ahold of myself and I informed him that such public displays of affection were not called for in the Imperial Guard. Perhaps a common guardsmen could get away with it, but as a Commissar I was expected to uphold decorum at all times. He seemed a little stunned. So I got up from my desk and walked over to him and planted a finger in his chest to make sure he understood.

"I mean it, Scar. PUBLIC displays of affection are STRICTLY prohibited, do I make myself clear?"

He saluted. Then I kissed him goodnight.

I think I will request that my position on Lerrun be made permanent. I have a great deal of work to do here, and so much to learn.

(that's all for now...)

I find the idea of an Astartes concert tremendously appealing. Good stuff.

>>11796285
>>11796308

I am looking on 1d4 chan but the post regarding love and Krieg seems to be only a summary of the story. Is there a full save of this in its entirety somewhere?

>>11796495
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Love_and_Krieg

This stuff is in the Love and Krieg Spinoff section. Links at the bottom.

>>11796551
Thank you kindly, apparently I am blind today...

>>11796454
>>11796454

Nice read!

>>11796475

Here you go. Not all astartes but this is the best i can find.

>>11797092
This would make the Emperor's glorious corpse smile.

>sustraem His

The Krieg had been chained to the floor, stripped naked, and had been subjected to all manner of tortures. He had been flayed, electrocuted, cut, sodomized, his mind had been assaulted, and nearly every single one of his nerve clusters had been pushed to their sensory limit.

Still, he held. He closed his eyes and imagined what awaited him. He knew that there would be a pair of arms to hold him, and that quiet peace. He would be there soon, and he would hold.

The door to his cell opened.

"This is your ONLY chance you disease ridden witch!" He heard one of the other cultists scream. "You fail to break him and I will break YOU!"

"Of course, of course." A woman said. "Just give me a little time with him."

The woman entered the room and the Krieg flinched back in revulsion. He had seen the mockery of female forms from the other factions of the ruinous powers, but this was a new low. She was thin, horribly thin to the point where he could see her veins wrapped around the bones in her arms under the near translucent skin. Where he skin wasn't covered with weeping boils there were rashes and blisters. Black gunk dribbles out from her ears and nose, and her tongue was black and looked like it had worms living in it. Surprisingly she was dressed modestly, a simple shirt and a long skirt. No shoes on her filthy feet. Her eyes were the same color of spoiled milk.

She sat down on the floor crossed legged infront of the Krieg and smiled at him.

"Hello. I'm Julie. Beloved daughter of Papa Nurgle. Can I ask your number, or do you have a name?"

"Krieg Private First Class Model Number 72g #6925."

"Well, 6925. It's an honor to meet you!" She leaned forward. "I mean it. Pappy's told us SO much about you guys and let me say, no disappointment. You guys really ARE beautiful."

The Krieg frowned. What kind of torture was this?

"The other three they just don't get it. The big bully thinks he can use force to break you, but you've been fighting forever. The egghead thinks he can change you, but you're ALWAYS changing when you come back and learn that much more. The pervert thinks that you can be corrupted, but love...true love is beyond understanding for THAT one." Julie leaned back and sighed. "Pappy understands though, he loves everyone...but he ADORES you Krieg."

"What?"

Juile got up and walked around the room. "You are...you are everything that we are, what we should be, but better! You love! You love your duty, you love each other, and you love your homes so so much. I wish I loved my first home that much really...I'm jealous." She sighed. "And, you've also received the most...perfect despair imaginable. You were doomed to be devoured, your souls will know no end to violence, and you will never stop. Then you take this glorious despair, and you make it into a badge of honor. It is your faith! A faith stronger than anything Papa's EVER seen anyone give the Corpse-God, or the others, or even himself. He's jealous too."

The Krieg shook his head. This was just another trick a 'We're not so different' speech. He had heard this before. It meant nothing.

"The others think Terranis is something to detroy or corrupt. Papa thinks different. He looks at your shining achievement...as an example."

The Krieg snapped his head up, eyes wide. What?!

>>11797271
>>11797258
"Oh it'll take a while. I mean we have to set up a nice little colony, turn it into a daemonworld, get the whole cycle thing going, and we don't have the luxury of the whole clone bit...but we've got some ideas for Birthmothers. It'll take a while...but I think we'll make it work."

The Krieg shook his head. No...this was just another lie.

"Anyway." The cultist took out a syringe from her pocket. "I wanted to just tell you that, and this will send you back Home quickly, with no pain. But...before I do..."

There was a bang on the door. The others had apparently waited long enough.

"Please, say those words that just...fill me with respect."

"Terranis held."

The cultist injected the posion into the Krieg's neck and whispered in his ear.

"So shall Murahi."

The door shattered and the furious cultists seized the woman and one of them raised an axe. The last thing #6925 saw was Julie winking and heard her last words.

"Hope to see you next time around!"

>>11794323
Inquisitor,

We've finally reached Odessa and are in orbit around the planet. Not surprisingly, our sensors picked up Tau ships lurking at the edge of the system. While Odessa is still an Imperial world, the Tau are still allowed access in a limited fashion for "diplomatic" purposes. The Munitorium and Administratum aren't fooled, however, so Odessa has a significantly higher ratio of off planet Guardsmen and Arbites garrisoning the world. Because multiple shuttle flights would seem suspicious, I decide to set up our base of operations in the Arbites headquarters. I only take a small force, just myself, Sam, the Deatwatch team, and twenty Derivatives. I keep the rest on the Galactic Frontier, to keep the ship secure against any possible Tau incursions. I'm confident they'll behave, since I made sure to take the troublemakers with me. Me and the Astartes have spent the last two weeks teaching the Derivatives everything we knew about Tau behavior, tactics, technology, and anatomy.

The larger problem is actually getting my force to the planet unnoticed. The Tau have numerous agents and infiltrators among the Odessan populace, including much of the planetary government. That means I absolutely cannot be seen trying to pass five Astartes and twenty geared and highly trained soldiers through customs at the spaceport, and my signet will just draw more attention than I need.

So, I order the Derivatives to take off their combat gear, stow it in the cargo crates, and change into civilian garb. I also have the Astartes sealed into the crates to both protect the gear and conceal them. Now is the tricky part, convincing the customs officers that these "tourists", in Finch's words, "were legit". So I come up with a plan.

>>11797332
I deliberately set down the shuttle near the custom officer's shift change, so he's more likely to get things done in a hurry. Disguised as the shuttle pilot, I plant the seed of doubt when I tell him that carrying a shuttle full of 20 of those idiots is unbearable. Now, their cover is that they're tourists from the nearby agri-world Redwood VI, who have a particularly nasty reputation in Odessa as being universally stupid and annoying. Then I get Wedge and Biggs to come up first, carrying the ID cards for all the passengers. They did exactly what I told them to do, be very annoying and ask a lot of unnecessary questions, as well as blow seemingly mundane things out of proportion. The biggest highlight was when Wedge literally grabbed the customs officer by the collar and pointed at a passing Tau Water Caste diplomat, exclaiming she was barely wearing any clothes, much less a Xenos.

Now, I'm pretty sure that was completely genuine on Wedge's part. Up to that point, the only visual reference of a Tau any of the Derivatives had was fuzzy pictures and artist interpretations. Plus, this particular Tau was wearing a very loose, very revealing white robe that exposed a lot of chest and leg skin.

Then a little punch to my kidneys from Sam snaps me back to the situation at hand. The poor customs officer finally loses his nerve and just swipes all the customs cards through the reader in one go and lets us pass.

We reached the Arbites headquarters with no issue. The Astartes were a little cramped and grumpy, but nothing a few promises of knocking around some Tau couldn't handle. Anyways, Odessa days are long and nights are incredibly short. Better get some sleep while I still can.

>>11797332
DAMN! I thought we were going to get Kriegers in boxes.

>>11797388
I know, the second I hit the submit button, I realized I missed a goldmine right there.

>funding Kgs
I think the captcha is trying to agree with me there.

Okay, presuming that this post comes after >>11797388 then we've reached 284 posts...we should probably make a new thread.

Which I just made right now.

>>11797458

>>11797419
We still have almost 20 posts in this one... but yeah, probably.
Or we give you writefags a break, chance to replenish those writing juices, and y'all start a thread next weekend and see how long it lasts.

>>11797488
No. I'm not waiting for more Krieg awesomeness

>>11798740
>>11797488
Well if a new one IS started, link through this one.

I think it's importan that what is written in this one is also archived to 1d4chan.

I'd do it myself, if I knew how.

Bumping for new thread.

>>11803692
Very slow on the draw, there.
>>11797472