"Yes, YES!!" You yell after deactivating the strict logic inducing protocols of your mind without any precaution nor blessing towards the Omnissiah. The instant you lack those protocols you feel a strange sensation tickling your brain again, it is your own imagination who is finally returning and running amok across your neurons filling your mind with new ideas and creativity. The HUD of your lenses flicker for some moments and then it asks you if you want to rename yourself, probably because some minor glitch."No thank you machine spirit, I like my name as it is. Heracor Nahive sounds good"Until now you didn't noticed it but you really do like your name. When you were a slave of the protocols your name was nothing but a string of characters that worked as a primary keyword to identify you. Those protocols were added in a forceful chirurgic procedure because of your rebellious nature, you knew it was a chip logged somewhere on your brain but the real location was kept hidden from you for safety reasons. "I guess my soul is stronger than the machine spirit of the chip"Why where you suddenly able to overwhelm the firmware is something both mysterious and worrying...What should you do now?>A: Try to run as far as you can. You are free again. >B: Swear vengeance on the higher echelons that enslaved you.>C: Find the nearest Magos and tell it about the fault in your chip
>>36833303>B: Swear vengeance on the higher echelons that enslaved you.
>>36833303>C: Find the nearest Magos and tell it about the fault in your chip
>>36833322 Sorry >>36833313 posted first.>B: Swear vengeance on the higher echelons that enslaved you:Who cares why are you free? Nobody should question their own freedom. Then only thing you care about now is why you were turned into barely little more than a servitor. You check your memory logs to the moment when the two Magos that changed your persona came to you."Your rebellious nature does not please the Machine good. This upgrade will be beneficial for you...It is for your own good. The Omnissiah has spoken"You repeat with their own voices thanks to the advanced vox caster installed in what once was your throat. Your body trembles in rage. You feel like if they tried to neuter your soul, you were nothing but a husk, dead inside."They will pay for what they did. They killed me once but I came back, now I will be the one who kills them."The two persons who did this where Magos Axsiselios and Magos Hellenica. The first one is a Genetor, he kept your body and brain alive at all moment while Hellenica created the chip on your cerebral cortex. Axsiselios knows everything about the baseline human form and has adapted himself to perform all kinds of operations. He dons a backpack covered with at least twelve mechadentrites that have tools ranging from bonesaws to meat cutting lasers or needles shooters filled with a potent anaesthetic. He barely has any other bionic besides that but his body is fit and muscular thanks to his unique diet and complementary gene-therapy and chemical treatment. Magos Hellenica is a well known Artisan. Her body is now devoid of any form of beauty nor femininity and has become a walking armor that can endure almost any kind of situation or environment and work everywhere she is needed. She doesn't has anything that could be considered a weapon per-se but her hulking form could easily deform ceramite with a well aimed punch.>A: Go for Axsiselios>B: Go for Hellenica>C: Train and improve yourself first.
>>36833461>C: Train and improve yourself first.
>>36833461>>C: Train and improve yourself first.
>>36833461 >C: Train and improve yourself first.Hell even if you lack your logic inductor you know that you cannot beat those two on your own. Your body is modified as it is the norm on all forge worlds but people would still consider you human at a first glance. You aren't muscular nor athletic...you are a little bit taller than the rest of the priest but most of the times that's something looked down upon as is means that your bionics need resizing. With a quick thought you access to the database of your brain and make a quick inspection of your body.++[Name: Heracor Nahive]++++[Age: 113 Standard Terran Years]++++[Height: 6 feet 2 inches...1,88 meters]++++[Weight: 165 pounds...75 kilograms]++++[Bionics: Vox Caster // Neural ports // Four (4) Retinal lenses // Two (2) Standard Mechadentrites // Complementary Cerebral Cogitatii // C͙̭̥̓̉ͣ̅͋͝orr̥̐ͨ̇ͤ̓̆̓́u̴̘̲ͭ̐̏̾ͅṗ̈ͬͭ̾̔͢t̗̺̠̣̘͒̇̅̏̚͟e̾̌̾̂̈́̈́̓d͉͖̪̺̰̣ͥ̕ ̛̣̫̘̙̪̯̮L̰̗͚̻͓̬o͙͔̊ͮ̊̀g̵̖̟̫̰̓̅ͬ̆icI̴n̢du͔̥̯̠͚̍͛͢c̦̳̝͡e̶̺̜̯̹̻̹ͧ̇̓ṟ͓͈̄͑ͪ̀͋ͩ̈ ̴̿̿̓̏̓̉ͩCͨ͌̏̃ͨ̒ͭhi̡̬̮̗̣͍̅p ]++++[ERROR ERROR ONE OF YOUR BIONICS SEEMS TO MALFUNCTION CONTACT SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR]++The red error message painfully flashed inside your head...No weapons, nothing that could even remotely help you at all. Well...you could always try to connect yourself to some blueprint database and try to download something or even get yourself into a Imperial ship, they are always seeking more and more AdMech personel to help them on the wars>A: Try to hack into the mainframe and download weapon blueprints>B: Garrison with the IG and try to learn about combat there.
>>36833588>>36833481Sorry for taking long to answer. This is my first quest.
>>36833602>>A: Try to hack into the mainframe and download weapon blueprintsGonna build a Metal Gear
>>36833602>A: Try to hack into the mainframe and download weapon blueprints
>>36833618Still under half an hour. You're good, don't worry.
>>36833602>B: Garrison with the IG and try to learn about combat there.Time to learn the one skill only the IG can teach! The one characteristic that no other faction In the galaxy possesses!The ultimate power with which we can discover the true path to Wisdom!The power of Common Fuckin' Sense
>>36833602>B: Garrison with the IG and try to learn about combat there.Time to learn how to use a flashlight.
Sorry for the delay I had to travel from work and eat dinner. Three answers are A and the other three are B. Our protagonist is in a self discovery journey where he discovers to think by itself. Let's go 50/50>C: Do both. Go with the IG and steal military blueprints and secrets from themThis forge world has the capability to create Imperial tanks and a large number of equipment but you are sure those plans and data will be stored under a big firewall and security. It would be better to travel with the Guard and steal their secrets.You load the best route to the spaceport on the surface and slowly ascend the maze like forgeries and tunnels. The HUD of your eyes synced with your cerebral computer generate a glowing trail that guides you, your body automatically focus and follows the path. During some times the link with the orbiting satellites gets severed and the trail flickers before banishing, in those moments you feel panic and start noticing your environment again, you feel so lost.After a two hour travel you find a staircase and a hatch that connects with the surface. Once outside you feel your skin and organs become cold and shivering and your mechanic parts becoming slightly more efficient from the extra cooling. There are soldiers around working hard, their bodies are all muscular and well toned, they have war marks like burning or slashing scars, you know that genetically there is no difference between you and them but both sides look at the other like freaks.>I want the next 5 answers to give a action and roll a 1d100. The action with the higher number will be the one that I will do.
Rolled 94 (1d100)>Find the nearest Commissar and beg him to join.
>>36834112Try to find a BIG gun and steal it!
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>36834355Whelp, forgot to roll.
>>36834363Do you want me to get executed or into a penal legion son?
>>36834366Rolling for penal legion it is! :DFinding the nearest commissar would be a better idea though..
Shit I gotta go. Anyone reading this feel free to continue the Quest. I'm sure you guys will do a excellent work and thanks for giving me the chance and reading my writefagotry
>>36834347seconding this. because stealing a big gun is stupid. Also, we need to go rogue trader here>>36834409We could just wait for you for whenever you have time again, even if its days later that is fine. its a quest after all
this looks like FUN!
I'm back. Working on the response right now. Thanks for getting the thread alive ^^
>>36836488PRAISE THE FAULTY CHIP IN MY BRAIN!
>>36836488You can thank us by writing more of your wonderful posts, OP.
>>36836488Sure thing heracor
>>36834112>>36834347>Find the nearest Commissar and beg him to join (1/2)You walk towards the towering Commissar. She's clearly distinguishable from the rest of the soldiers for the attire and aspect. The commissar is a towering woman who according to your lenses stands over seven feet tall and whose body is formed by more than 200 lbs of muscle and rage. Her neck was marked by some thick veins every time she yelled a new order. She had two bionic arms but those weren't like the kind of prosthesis that you were used to see, her arms were made from thick and sturdy layers of metal, unable to perform delicate tasks but able to rip someone's heart out. On top of that she wore a power fist on her left arm and had a bolt pistol holstered for the other one."Hello there Commissar Miss"You try to say in a somewhat awkward form of non-binary interaction with her. You had to repeat yourself twice and move the voice volume of your vox to 7 to gather her attention.
>>36835832>we need to go rogue trader hereThis would be actually a good thing for our heretek to do with his life. it is much more rewarding to be a pirate rogue trader, and will let him build the power and funds to get his revenge. and once he does get his revenge, then he will need something to do with himself..... actually i wonder if we could just sign up to the crew of a rogue trader to begin with instead of going through the guard first
>>36834112>>36834347"Well well, another of those machine loving outcast...What do you want scrub?" (2/2)You are shocked, hatred among the members of your forge only turned into small sabotages and was by memory wipes or cease and desist threats that warned about being turned into a servitor if the conflict became way too big but this was something new for him. He was insulted not only once but twice in less than 15 standard seconds!"I have come to offer my services to the Imperial Guard"She looked at him with disdain. Heracor knew that her eyes were totally human and thus couldn't see under his robes but he still felt naked under her glare."You don't seem a fighter. War is a hell way hotter and dangerous than the forges you work on chum" This isn't good, you gotta convince her somehow...> A: Tell her the truth. She seems to dislike the AdMech and only works with them due to sheer necessity. She might like the idea of you becoming war hardened and fighting for your own personal beliefs.> B: Focus all your newfound imagination and cogitator processes on creating the most credible lie that you can muster.> C: Go back to the lower levels of the forge and try some other option.
>>36836822Sometimes I'll give the chance of giving any order than you desire instead of choosing a option, try to use those times to move the adventure towards something more Rogue Trader-ish
>>36836840> C: Go back to the lower levels of the forge and try some other option.If they hate us that much, then I don't want to work with them.look around who is hiring for techs, not front line fighters but techs to keep their ship running. Ideally a rogue trader, but any civilian ship heading towards the border worlds would do, or any of the other myriad military branches (spahs marines, commisars, etc)
>>36836840> B: Focus all your newfound imagination and cogitator processes on creating the most credible lie that you can muster.Given the rather unique wear and tear you seem to suffer, I would have thought havin a techpriest following you to maintain your men's weapons as well as other(look pointedly at her arms) items would be a boon. But, if you aren't interested in slaying the enemies of man as quickly and efficiently as possible I shall go elsewhere.
>>36836840>BTime to be a social techpriest.
>>36836840> A: Tell her the truth. She seems to dislike the AdMech and only works with them due to sheer necessity. She might like the idea of you becoming war hardened and fighting for your own personal beliefs.
Sorry but option B wins. Here a small and shitty drawing of how I imagine Heracor's facemask> B: Focus all your newfound imagination and cogitator processes on creating the most credible lie that you can muster.You feel a small warmth sensation, both metaphorical and physical, as the processor of your brain and your mind start flowing a stream of both data and imagination."I am a very adept techpriest of this forgeworld. I have been commissioned to work along your armies to offer my excellent services towards mankind and the emperor. I am sure that your soldiers are the finest that you could find and having a fine adept like me would be the most logical option, my cogitators say so. "You lie like a terran pig. You are thankful of not having eyes anymore. If you still had she would surely notice how you cannot maintain eye contact with her during your speech."Besides, the Administratum has already spoken and given me permission to do so. The official paperwork should arrive in two to twelve months."Those paperwork or permissions didn't exist but you thought that a year was time enough to do your personal mission. You started to like lying like this. +10 Tzeentch corruption points She seems to believe it but doesn't looks impressed. "You see...my fist has been kind of weak lately. If you can analyze and repair it before I disarm and arm my bolt pistol and load it with one bolt I will give you a place among my men, if you don't I will use the loaded bolt to pierce your head and send the little remains of biological matter flying all across the floor...Do we have a deal?"> A: No gain no pain. Let's go for it. ( If you choose this do two 1d100 rolls, one for the analyzation and the second to repair it)> B: You don't want to suffer from a critical existence failure so no thanks.
>>36836840>B: Focus all your newfound imagination and cogitator processes on creating the most credible lie that you can muster.>I wish to learn how to fight, Commissar Miss. The quest for knowledge goes beyond simply building and tinkering in the forge. One must learn how the machines are used, how their Machine Spirits react when they are in battle.>In order to attain true knowledge and wisdom, I have decided to travel with the Guard and offer them my services to help maintain their equipment in exchange for living and training with them.
>>36836840> B: Focus all your newfound imagination and cogitator processes on creating the most credible lie that you can muster.
Rolled 94, 80 = 174 (2d100)>>36837275> A: No gain no pain. Let's go for it. ( If you choose this do two 1d100 rolls, one for the analyzation and the second to repair it)I will do this, however wasting a bolt on an ally instead of the emperors foes reeks of heresy ma'am, especially since these repairs can take time. You wouldn't want you arms broken by my death spasms would you?
Rolled 93, 3 = 96 (2d100)>>36837275> A: No gain no pain. Let's go for it. ( If you choose this do two 1d100 rolls, one for the analyzation and the second to repair it)
Rolled 56, 67 = 123 (2d100)>>36837275>A
>>36837275> B: You don't want to suffer from a critical existence failure so no thanks.Illogical. It is entirely possible that whatever damage is in the fist cannot be repaired in the allotted time limit, or require machining tools.
>>36837328>I will do this, however wasting a bolt on an ally instead of the emperors foes reeks of heresy ma'am, especially since these repairs can take time. You wouldn't want you arms broken by my death spasms would you?She's just acting like a commissar, this is nothing but a test to see how does he work under extreme pressure but you are right. Besides in my mind arming and disarming a bolt pistol with two robotic and somewhat clumsy arms can take up to 15 minutes. I think she wouldn't execute him unless he destroyed the power fist.You had two very good rolls, he has no problem to analyse the weapon and its inner workings and is able to repair it to some degree but not leave it under perfect conditions. I'm gonna write it soon.>>36837405Of course that there are the necessary means of doing the work. They are on the spaceport of a forgeworld, there are tools and machinery even in the toilets. The commissar wouldn't still ask for something impossible to somebody who isn't part of her men.
>>36837328The towering woman removes the weapon and lets you grab it. It is way heavier than you thought at first and you end needing the help of your four dentrites to carry it to a good working area. Meanwhile she moves away to a table and cleans it from all its contents flipping it with barely any sweat. She then opens the holster and places the gun on the table. Her work is starting, your time is now running.You start analysing the inner working parts of the weapon focusing your lenses and enabling the X-Rays. The weapon is made of hard materials that cover it and make the studying harder but the mechanism itself is simple enough for you. Inside the fist there is a small and compact power cell that increased the kinetic energy of the swinging everytime it reached a certain acceleration and released it on the impact. The more acceleration the more energy it released sometimes liberating it in form of crackling energy if the speed was high enough. Luckily for you the generator was on perfect condition and it's machine spirit was pleased and stable.She said that the weapon seemed weaker, there had to be some power leakage somewhere. You focused on the current conductors. There where hundreds of monofilament conductors who transported the energy as it was liberated and at least half of them seemed to have been bent and deformed. Probably because of the sheer violence and strength of the Commissar herself.So, the problem was located, and was easy to solve, your four dentrites could fix at least each one and you still had two hands free. You could repair six filaments per thirty seconds...it would take about ten minutes to repair all the deformed monofilaments. You looked at her, she seemed to be midway and starting to assemble the gun again.(1/2)
>>36833303That picture is bad ass could any draw fags redo it with the arm still attached and maybe a little more Hereteky? pic related.
>>36837784With all your concentration you started repairing as many as you could. Time went on and you soon felt the cold barrel of the bolt pistol again your nape. Hurriedly you closed case and turned it on before turning around and showing her the weapon.After some buzzing the weapon crackled with a lot of energy and strength. It was pleased before but now it felt really happy and ready to deal death to the enemies of the Imperium.The Commissar looked at him with respect and then at the weapon with motherly eyes but those details went over his head as he was totally unused to human emotions."Well done Techpriest. I am Commissar Oihan Alzador. It seems that you have talent indeed but everybody under my command must start from the lowest""I understand that quite well. Thank you for the opportunity. I am Heracor Nahive.""I know your people well. The only thing you seem to grasp is your inhumane logic. My men have to trust and die for each other, I hope you end learning what true confidence is living and fighting along them"You nod and wished to still have a mouth to smile to her. With delicacy you give the weapon back. It seems that the ship will still stay there for another day, you have some free time, what a odd and alien sensation for somebody like you. What do you want to do?>A: Go back to your quarters and bring everything that you once cared for.>B: Help the working members with the ship maintenance duty>C: Ask Oihan for the soldiers you will work with and try to known them better.>D: Other ( Roll 1d100 to see how it goes, if 40 or less Heracor won't be convinced and will go for another option )(2/2)>>36837876Here is the gallery of the artist, the guy is really good!: http://jubjubjedi.deviantart.com/gallery/
>>36838010>C: Ask Oihan for the soldiers you will work with and try to known them better.
>>36838010Thanks a bunch
>>36838037>>36838041She seems to have relaxed a lil bit around you. Maybe playing nice with her and her men might be the best idea, as she said you are going to spend a lot of time with them. You first approach her with the intent of helping her into getting the weapon back into her bionic arm but as soon as you touch it she grabs the gun again and points it at your head."First rule: You don't touch anything that isn't yours without permission. If you are caught dealing with someone else's stuff you two will be punished, you for misconduct and him for leaving his objects unattended."You back off but at the same time respect the way she has of treating technology. "Miss I would like to spend some time with your men, may I know where I could find them?""Second rule: I trust you and you trust me. Fail me and I will kill you...So, can I trust you?"You shyly nod. She relaxes and places the gun back into the holster before arming herself with the glove and pointing with her energy crackling index fingers towards a small warehouse."You boltheads think that's a warehouse but the soldiers found centuries ago that it isn't used at all, they turned it into a bar. Not a bad place, you can find all kinds of exotic booze here like Ultramarine wine or Necromundan Grog. Keep this secret or I will tie you to one of the main reactors of the ship understood?"You did not only understand the threat but also think of how would it be thanks to your knowledge and mental capacitors. The vibration of the engine would break your bones and liquefy some of your organs, the noise of the thrusters would make all your orifices bleed and finally the heat would kill you pretty slowly as it need some minutes to get hot enough. With a shudder and a unnecessary warning flashing in your HUD that advised you of a 0% of survival chance you entered the bar.>Free action: Write what you guys want him to do and roll a 1d100, the higher roll will be selected action.
Rolled 44 (1d100)>>36838496find some cards (don't take them from someone without permission) and casually sit at an empty table. Order some drinks (not necessarily for you) and wait. people will come on their own.
So, with our vox box, we could easily be the guy in police academy."We have space marines!" Run space_wolves.mp3
Rolled 83 (1d100)>>36838496Look around and try to fimd the youngest, most scared, most miserable guys in the bar, the ones likely to be newbies with no real friends yet. Proceed their table and do your best to befriend them.
>>36838692......I love you>>36838496Get them social links.
>>36838496I get a feeling alcohol wouldn't sit well with our techy bits, but... How do we drink?Or eat, for that matter?
>>36838692Not a bad idea but he needs to have heard or download those sounds before reproducing them. If this heretek ends descending towards Tzeentchian ways this would be a really useful ability indeed>>36838727Working on this now.>>36838863Emergency induction port AKA a straw.
>>36838934I kinda want our Heretek to stay faithful to the Emperor, but ignoring the whole "Innovation and experimentation is Bad, STCs are the only true Knowledge" thing.
>>36838995So, we'd be no better than the Xenos scum. And yet, we'd be using it covertly against the Xenos scum.>>36838934Another idea I had was a hologram projector. I can't remember precisely, but I believe there are holograms in 40k, right?We could easily demoralize a foe, or lead to faulty information, by projecting something entirely different from what we have.
>>36838995"He's a Heretek! A servant of the Dark Gods! Kill him!">"Whoa, wait a minute. Just because I don't follow the Tenets of the Machine Cult and actually try to make something new sometimes it doesn't mean I serve those Chaos fuckers.""Yeah, I gotta side with my buddy Heracor here, I can attest he's a faithful follower of the God-Emperor. Besides he tuned our Lasguns to be 30% more powerful and 15% more efficient. ALL of our Lasguns.""He probably put Daemons inside your Lasguns! I'll have to pur-">"What the fuck did you say? Putting a Daemon into a Lasgun? Bitch, please sticking a Daemon into Anything is just plain stupid. It's inefficient, costly, stupid and ruins the Weapon because Daemons put spikes into every fucking thing they get their hands on!""Bu-">"Come over here nigga, look at this. See the Aquila etched into the Beam condensador? And the Small ones around the lenses? I built this thing specifically to fuck chaos over. Shit, ask the Ecclesiarchy officer over there, he'll tell you how I bugged him for a week to get him to sanctify all these components. "
>>36838727>Look around and try to find the youngest, most scared, most miserable guys in the bar, the ones likely to be newbies with no real friends yet. Proceed their table and do your best to befriend them.Life is nothing but a endless staircase, no matter how high you are you can always go higher and you are sure on this place you are on the lower parts. You scan the place with a swift swipe and try to find the weaklings.There is a small group on one of the most broken tables near the depositorium, they are fit like the rest of them but their skin seems to be devoid of scars, tattoos or bullet wounds. You walk towards them trying the ignore the insults and the violent fight that erupt only inches away from your delicate body."Greeting Guard Members. I am Heracor Nahive and I have recently joined your regiment, may I join your table?""Sure thing Sparks. We are all talking here about where are we going now, the veterans keep themselves shut about it and just laugh. Not gonna lie, some of us are really scared""That's why you guys sit near the shitter!" Yelled a one eyed sniper two tables away."Ignore it" Told me the guy who nicknamed me as Sparks.Even if they were green as a group you thought they looked tough. They all donned lasrifles and standard armour that still looked on pristine condition."We are from the neighbouring system, we came here and now they are going to take us to some other system that needs our help" Explained a young looking dark skinned guy quite proudly. It seems that even with your limited social skills you managed to get along with them but you still believe that that is not enough.>A: Ask them about their regiment, showing interest.>B: Ask them if you can analyse their lasguns and teach them better ways of using them and increasing performance.>C: Try to talk with the sniper to end the bullying. Offer yourself to calibrate her rifle or building a bionic eye for free.
>>36838995I agree with you. Emprah gud, Kay-os bahdEveryone knows the emprah was a great inventor and scientist, and those small minded fools are just imposing unnecessary restrictions out of their stupid stupidness.
>>36838995He's still loyal, it's not late enough to keep him in the good ways.>>36839081Holograms exist yes but they aren't realistic enough. They are like Star Wars hologram, barely any colour variation and with some stuttering. Our protagonist could end creating the device that you want but that might require some heretical tech...
>>36839258>A: Ask them about their regiment, showing interest.We must venture into a land that no Techpriest has managed to conquer. One that has swallowed smarter, more gifted men whole.The Dreaded Land of Social Interaction
>>36839258>B: Ask them if you can analyse their lasguns and teach them better ways of using them and increasing performance.They'll be grateful if they survive.
>>36839258B, show them the power of the machine spirit.
>>36839370ok, yea thats funny.
>>36839184this is what I want.
>>36839258>A: Ask them about their regiment, showing interest.SOCIAL LINKS GETO!
>>36839258>B: Ask them if you can analyse their lasguns and teach them better ways of using them and increasing performance.Heretek or not, we must ensure that these simple guardsmen treat their equipment with proper respect.
>>36839480I also like this
>>36839258>B: Ask them if you can analyse their lasguns and teach them better ways of using them and increasing performance.
>>36839370Option B seems to be winning but I will still create the Regiment with the creation tables to add more lore and background information.++Regiment Origin++>Regiment Classification: Imperial Guard: A true regiment, drilled and competent in their service.>Recruitment Criteria:Gangers: They fought each other in the slums, now they fight a true enemy.>Nature of Recruitment:Standard conscription: Average or above-average citizens recruited from all levels of society.++Regiment Homeworld++>Home World:Hive World: No claustrophobia, excellent sense of direction? Urban combat!>Home World Predominant Terrain:Desert: At home in sun, sand and wind.++Regiment Tactical Information++>Regiment Core Units:Heavy Infantry>Specialization:Ranged Combat>Loyalty Rating:Undisciplined: Will follow the Emperor but don't expect them to bow to authority figures.>Special Equipment:Special Vehicle>Regiment Creed:Steel Over Flesh: This regiment believes the way to victory is through machine augmentation.++Regiment Relations++>Regiment Friends:Imperial Navy>Regiment Enemies:Dark Eldar
>>36839751>Steel Over Flesh: This regiment believes the way to victory is through machine augmentation.One one hand, that means we should have no problem fitting in, since such a regiment would have a healthy respect for tech-priests. OTOH, that also means we'll be running into a lot of other tech-priests, and it's unlikely that they'll appreciate Heracor's perspective on things.
I want to see some Hereteks offering him a place amongst them just for Heracor to tell them to fuck off because they ruined their machines with pointless spikes and stupid daemonic skulls everywhere.Bonus pints if his time in the IG made him rant at them like he's Ivan Chesnokov."Behold Heracor, the Might of Chaos! The Fools at Mars fear innovation, but we embrace it! Power! Freedom! THE POWER TO CREATE ALL YOUR MIND CAN IMAGINE! Join Us, and all his can be yours!">"What the Fuck did you shitstains do to that poor Storm Bolter.""YES NOW YOU SEE THE what did you just say?">"WHAT IN FUCK IS DONE TO THIS POOR STORM BOLTER? STUPID CHAOS HICK SEE PERFECTLY GOOD GUN AND SAYS "NO, NEEDS MORE DAEMONIC SHIT ON TOP OF IT.""Wha-">"WHAT IS REASON FOR SPIKES NEAR GRIP? NOW IF YOU NEED TO GRAB GUN YOU RISK PUNCTURING HAND, CAN'T HOLD SHIT ANYMORE""But the spikes make the gun Look way more aw-">"WHAT ELSE YOU IDIOT CHAOS WORSHIPPER DO? JAM DAEMON INTO GUN? SO YOU HEAR IT LAUGH WHILE IT DRINKS BLOOD FROM HAND WOUND?">"MAYBE IT STILL NOT TOO LATE. MAYBE YOU CAN STILL SAVE WEAPON. MAYBE YOU CAN STILL CUT SPIKES OFF AND CLEANSE DAEMON FROM GUN SO IT NOT SOMETHING SHAMEFUL TO BRING TO BATTLE. TAKE SHIT OF GROX AND COULD STILL BE GOOD WEAPON"
>>36839258>B: Ask them if you can analyse their lasguns and teach them better ways of using them and increasing performance.They seem to hesitate but a shy and scrawny girl finally lends you her lasgun. It looks untouched, still pristine from the forge that created it and undoubtedly all the shoot that it has fired so far have been in a controlled environment during training. "The machine spirit is awakened in this beautiful weapon...you see just like we humans have spirits machinery does so. It is logical as the machines work for us and we in exchange maintain and create them. We both work for each other we both have spirit."You examine the brown painted weapon and switch the power adapter while looking at it with your X-Ray vision to check any internal changes. "Just like we need to meet some requirements to stay alive and healthy the machines do too. If we don't take care of them properly their spirit will weaken leading to malfunctions or become angry, leading to a more dangerous kind of problem."With a swift movement you remove the power charge and feel its weight on your hand. "We managed to harness a great power and compact it inside there. The weapon's labour is to direct that great powers towards the direction that we desire. If we don't do our part of the deal and we don't please the machine spirit of this weapon it might become way too weak to shoot or if angered explode in our hands thus breaking the pact and probably killing you one way or another."You just spoke with your four eyes totally focused on the weapon, you weren't unable to notice how the three guys were totally impressed by your speech and how even other heads turned towards your direction."Luckily for you this weapon is widely available and maintaining it is easy, try to repair it with parts that originate from the same forge world that created it or at least parts of the same pattern. Machine spirits can be capricious."(1/2)
>>36839938>THIS IS HOW YOU INNOVATE. YOU MAKE BETTER GUNS THAT YOU CAN ACTUALLY USE!>THIS LASGUN I MADE CAN SHOOT THROUGH SPACE MARINE ARMOUR AT TWICE THE DISTANCE OF REGULAR LASGUNS!WHAT DOES YOURS DO BESIDES SCREAM MORE?!>GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!
>>36839938Hey, I found the storm bolter you were talking about...
>>36839474this mutant dog is terrifying
>>36840067"Stop calling that lasrifle pretty things...are you really turned by that thing?" Mocked again the one eyed sniper. The blonde guy who gave you the nickname seemed to get mad and muttered something about punching her in the eye socket, the dark skinned and apparently wisest guardsman stopped him placing his palm on the guy's chest."We should be getting drunk like everybody else! I mean tomorrow's when we go towards the big fight and who knows if we will return from there" Said the excited blond guy."Oihan said that the novices couldn't get drinks until their first battle." Added the thin girl"Besides, tomorrow all the novices will get the cleaning turn, we cannot get drunk" Concluded the wise man.Even if you have never been intoxicated by anything but chemical fumes you feel bad for them.>A: Try to distract the group taking them to a shooting range.>B: You aren't a guardsman, technically you could get drunk and entertain them>C:Free action: Write what you guys want him to do and roll a 1d100, the higher roll will be selected action. (2/2)
>>36840127That poor, poor Machine Spirit...
>>36840321>A: Try to distract the group taking them to a shooting range.>"I always wanted to learn how to shoot. Maybe you guys can teach me?"
>>36840321>A: Try to distract the group taking them to a shooting range.I want to do something with C but I can't think of anything
>>36840332I think it used to be a perfectly good M16 50cal Beowulf mod before that redneck got his filthy hands on it....
>>36840321>A: Try to distract the group taking them to a shooting range.
>>36840127>>36840332I can't help but think of this as one of those "comically large penetration hentai"
>>36840127>>36840396>Skull painted on the weapon>Giant, unwieldy magazine>THREE Muzzle BrakesThis guy is a real life Chaos cultist.
>>36840589Kek.>"No, Sempai! Stop! That'll never fit! You'll break it! You'll break my-">*CRACK*>"BAKA SEMPAI! I ToLD YOU THAT SCOPE WOULDN'T FIT IN THOSE RAILS! "
>>36840703the funny horrible? thing is that with machine spirits being a thing this is actually technically canoncaptcha: dere
>>36840321A: Try to distract the group taking them to a shooting range."Spending time here is not logical if you can enjoy their services and the rest do nothing but insult. I have access to some Skitarii training grounds that might be useful for your ranged shooting skills"After saying this the group 2/3 parts of the group shrugs and they all stand up. You proceed to talk again after leaving the place and walking to the hatch that enters the forge corridors."I couldn't avoid noticing that most members of your regiment, including Comissar Oihan have bionics on their bodies. Why is this?""You don't know? Oh well I though it was something that everybody here knew...as I said before our system and yours are pretty close so merchantile relationships between our hive and your forge are easy and safe.""Our hive planet is on a desert and we are known for never stopping no matter what..." Started saying the girl."Keep walking, the water is only steps away" Interrupted the dark skinned man. By the way he said it it seemed like it was a expression from their planet."Yeah...anyway we don't make a big deal of losing a arm or a eye from a working accident or a fight because we know that we can get a replacement cheap and easy. Same goes for the regiment, if you lose a leg then you gotta stand on the ground and shoot from there, survive long enough and we will patch you up in no time"Even after having living all your life surrounded by half machine people you never though of bionics like this. The techpriest altered their bodies mainly to fit their working necessities and religious reasons not because they need to stay functional no matter what. "Machines are such a blessing" you muttered thanking the Omnissiah.You and your group were soon in front of a heavy door guarded by a code and two Skitarii.(1/2)
>>36841097"Bbbzzt" Yelled one of the Skitarii in machine language, only you could understand them -+Halt! Reason of your presence?+-"ChhsBzr!" -+ I am TechPriest Heracor Nahive. I am a level 5 member and while I have no weaponry I can access to the training grounds.Those guardsmen are under my protection, they desire to use the facilities +-"Brttchhp!Bzzzt" -+Those guard are not members of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Please contact with a Level 7 or higher member to accept authorization+-There should be a way to solve this...> A: They are only two and you guys are three guys armed with lasguns. Fight them.> B: Contact with the higher powers and ask them for the permits> C: Try to contact with Oihan. She might be able to get the access tooThis will be my last post for today, It's late for me and I gotta go to bed. >I don't mind of someone takes my place and continues the quest but please try to not derail it into something terrible. >If you guys want me to continue bump this for 8 ours or so, I will be awake again and will write asap as I can.>The last option is uploading this to some archive and create a new thread some other day.Thanks for your support, this was pretty fun, hope you guys enjoyed it too!
>>36841126> B: Contact with the higher powers and ask them for the permits
>>36841126Fighting them would certainly lead to trouble.Asking our superiors for permission is the proper way of doing things, but they might be suspicious, since we didn't request a transfer.Calling the commissar is, Ironically, the safest option.Or not, since she might call our superiors and then we fet our skulls ventilated.Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.>B: Contact with the higher powers and ask them for the permits>be prepared to lie our ass off, bluff like mad and run like hell.That aside, Good night OP. Please consider making this a more regular thing.
>>36841126I hope you make this a regular thing OP.
>>36841126Good night OP. Keep the good work.
>>36841126>> B: Contact with the higher powers and ask them for the permits
We could tell them the reason why they need access is to record the behavior of the rifle's machine spirits while used by guardsmen. This is so the rites of maintenance can be performed more efficiently.
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