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>Be me.
>Tank Sergeant Yuri of the Valhallan 545th armored.
>Feeling much better now since the incident on the desert planet.
Link to last thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/2022/86019558/
>I guess a few weeks of warp transit to rest and relax was just what I needed.
>Anyway, we exited the warp with several other ships near a hive world.
>Apparently a Shadow in the Warp is getting closer to this system and the planetary Governor has enough sway to requisition a few regiments to protect this world during the feast of the Emperor’s Ascension.
>If he knows the Nids are coming and has enough money to bring us all here, why doesn’t he just leave?
>Probably just doesn’t want to leave behind all his stuff.
>He was nice enough to “gift” me a new tank though, although the tank crew seamed rather confused when I kicked them all out and replaced them with my own men.
>Currently we are in a parade going down an upper mid hive highway with the other regiments to ensure the citizens everything is fine.
>Don’t even think these people really know who we are or what we’ve done.

>At least we’re getting back up from the local regiment.
>They all seam pretty weird, having this thing about exposing their foreheads, either covering it with bandanas or helmets.
>Many of them are also bald.
>I guess every regiment has their quirks.
>Who am I to judge?

>Either way after the parade this should be a nice and simple assignment, with few surprises…
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>Be same arch magos explorator from the Jungle World thread.
>Exit warp playing Children of the Omnissiah.
>Never gets old.
>Arrive in some hive world system to refuel and pressgang skitarii and other workers for the ark.
>Send down Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07 to begin recruiting, and acquiring resources for our never ending Quest for Knowledge.
>Check sensors and see a hive fleet is approaching.
>Decide to tell him to make extra carful to check for Genestealers.

>We don't want another Morod incident do we?
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>Still be sergeant Yuri.
>Still be in a parade with several other regiments from across the galaxy.
>Still be agonizingly sober.
>The one advantage of this assignment is I get to see the different tanks from across the galaxy.
>Never seen a "Rogal Dorn" tank before now, but they defiantly look interesting to command.
>Also what tank commander doesn't love getting to see Baneblade in person?

>Anyway, after hours of navigating the freeways in a parade the population doesn't seam all that interested in, we arrive at the planetary governors palace and he starts giving a speech to us and the citizens of his planet.
>The governor is so fat he needs a anti grav belt just to be able to move around.

>Governor gives a speech, talking about how we’re all fools and he brought us all here so his gods could feast “blah blah blah I’m a big fat frakking heretic. Someone please shoot me blah blah blah.”
>Naturally not the smartest thing to say these things in front of a loyal son of the emperor bored out of his mind sitting in a Leman Russ.
>Line up a shot and fire.

>It misses but he goes back into his palace.
>Briefly thankful he at least shut up only for him to continue his monologue over every speaker in the Hive.
>Emperor damn it, this fat bastard likes to hear himself talk.
>Call in his cords to see if I can get artillery or a orbital strike or something on his house.
>The local PDF with the head bands start to turn on us as well.
>Have no clue why they're siding with a fat slob heretic with a vore fetish over their fellow guardsmen but to each their own.
>Besides at least mowing down heretics in the name of the Throne will distract me from the fact it's the Feast of the Emperor's Ascension, I still haven't gotten any Emperor damned alcohol!
Hell yeah, I was just remembering the original thread a few days ago. Will start posting after Thanksgiving celebrations are over.


>Be me
>Ryza-pattern plasma gun, designation "H07-D4WG"
>It's been some time since I last saw action
>Ever since my last assignment with master on that desert world, I had been taken under the care of the nice enginseer, Zeta-23
>Instead of being reassigned to a new master like previous times, he said I was some sort of "relic", and wanted to make sure I was put in the right hands
>Anyway, we made a few friends on that mission, and we're supposed to be part of some parade
>Hopefully they let me fire at some practice targets, or even traitors to show off to the crowds
>Thing is, I need someone to wield me, and I'm not particularly fond of any of the skitarii the enginseer wants to pair me with
>They just don't know how to treat a plasma gun like a Valhallan does
>At the same time, the enginseer wants to make sure my next master can survive a lasgun shot and report to him
>In the meantime, he's keeping me with him until he can find someone we both deem worthy
>Fast forward a bit, and we're at the parade
>The enginseer is sticking by Sergeant Yuri and his new tank
>Start lighting up a bit, hoping I might get to fire some shots to impress the crowd
>Hear a bit of commotion start up, and next thing I know, the enginseer is ducking in cover, readying me to fire
>Apparently, some of the new recruits we were supposed to be getting from here are trying to kill us

This is why I'm picky with unfamiliar wielders, enginseer
>Be me.
>Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07.
>Now fully repaired from that incident on the Necron TMoon.
>My arch magos explorator sent me and a few squads down to the planet to get some fuel and look for… “volunteers” to join the Skitarii and ship crew.
>On the way down through the mid hive we pass a parade of various IG regiments.
>Briefly think I spot Zeta-23 but figure that would be impossible.
>Reach underhive.
>She wants us to be extra careful to scan for Genestealer corruption since the Nids are approaching this world.
>This turns out to be the right call as the medi skull reports positive for xeno DNA in several citizens.
>Since we don’t want a repeat of the whole Forge World Morod incident, instead of shooting them outright in front of all their siblings we instead mark them and place them in a separate cart to be incinerated once we return to the ark Mechanicus.

>Suddenly out of nowhere, all the speakers in the hive turn on broadcasting some speech.
>It seams the Governor has officially declared himself a heretic now, so we don’t need to pay for our fuel or slaves anymore!
>Downside is we are in the middle of an underhive slum surrounded by brood brothers.
>Luckily we can get into combat positions at a moment’s notice.
>”Bring it on bug fuckers!” I shout.
>Still be Marshal Gamma Mu 07.
>Situation is fubar.
>Cultists coming from every corner.
>Order a tactical withdrawal and hop on the carriage holding the good Skitarii candidate.
>Flick the reigns and the Serbery’s Sulpherhounds take off, burning a hole through the cultists.
>Get a vox message of the heretic governors mansion.
>Patch it up to my Magos.
>Maybe she can do an orbital strike.
>Be me.
>Sergeant Yuri.
>As usual in these situations I assume command though shear virtue of no one claiming it first.
>Pinned down around the governors mansion.
>Completely surrounded by the PDF with the head bands.
>They keep coming in waves like the orks.
>Still have no idea why they’re defending this guy.
>Me and my fellow regiments are holding the line though.
>Hive fleet isn’t even here and already we’re fighting a war of attrition.
>Hear the sound of metal hoof steps.
>Watch as a carriage pulled by two sulphurhounds blitzkriegs past an alley way with a Skitarii marshal steering.
>They don’t stop to help us.
>Suddenly hear a rumbling.
>A pickup truck with a giant grinder on the front plows through a building barreling towards us.
>Decide that’s as good a target as any and order my driver to charge through the enemy lines towards the truck.

>Be me.
>Felinid Merc Captain Scarlett.
>Currently in between contracts at the moment.
>Me and my fellow mercs are in a bar celebrating the Emperor’s Ascension by blowing our contract money on booze and dances.
>Bouncer at the door had said “they didn’t abhumans” when we arrived.
>One dislocated shoulder later we were downing drinks and watching the parade on vid screen.

>Suddenly the Governor’s face interrupts the parade, earning much a throne glass at the screen.
>Can’t really make out what he says but it ends with him showing a bunch of Genestealer cultists attacking the parade full of guardsmen.
>Things seam kind of bad for them…

MFW I wonder if someone will pay us to assassinate the governor.

>Be plasma gun
>Firing at apparent traitors, but only sparsely
>The enginseer seems to be trying to conceal his presence for whatever reason
>Only firing me when one of the larger, louder ones come into battle
>These "aberrants", as the enginseer calls them, are no ogryn, and he also said something about these traitors being tainted by xenos
>Don't know what the enginseer is up to, but I want to kill traitors, especially if they're tainted by xenos
>We keep moving within the Valhallan line that has formed, periodically blasting at light vehicles and heavier traitors that could have potentially caused a break in the lines
>Still not enough firing
>Maybe we'll run into a Valhallan who gets can wield me properly at some point
>Getting hot with impatience, refusing to vent until we kill more traitors, unless I really need to

I hope Zeta-23 and some of the other characters find this thread. I also look forward to new additions to this adventure
Id recommend making some new characters. I’m basically everyone here more or less.
Even me?
>Be Felinid Mercenary Nyan Mc Fluffy
>Currently pissing away bonus pay at strip club on booze, whores, man whores, and drugs
>Governor comes up on vid screen and starts rambling about stuff, everyone starts booing and throwing drinks at the vid screen
>Don’t really care about politics though, decide to go to sleep under the table
>Someone wake me up when we are fighting drukhari hookers or tau cheerleaders or something
Especially you.
>Be me. Sister-Paletine Navitia Luna. Probable psyker (which is a headache in and of itself), potential living saint, definitely not drunk enough for this shit.
>Made the mistake of walking into a Necron tomb structure too readily and fell through a spontaneous hole in the floor.
>Now I'm not only somewhere very different, but the voices of my sisters are very far away, and shit's going off everywhere.
>Some muppet's on the vox, shouting blasphemies against the Emperor, like he's something original.
>There are mutants and half-xenos fighting icemen and other mutants. There's a couple of the red cult of piston-fuckers strutting around like they're hot stuff for being autistic surgery addicts.
>Fuck it, I'm way not drunk enough for this shit.
>Mutants and heretic nobles can wait. I'm finding a bar, a stiff drink. I'd hope for something to eat, but between mutants, tosterfuckers and guardsmen, I'm not getting my hopes up.
>Be me.
>Ace lightning pilot Tiff.
>Be enjoying my shore leave at a bar.
>Suddenly a bunch of tan skinned female felinids in leotards and green capes break the bouncers arm and come in tearing up the place.
>They start rubbing against eachother and me.
>Try to ignore them but one sits next to me and starts purring rubbing against me.
>Before I can say anything a second one grabs my left arm.
>The one on my right, not wanting to be out done, puts my right arm between her breasts.
>Then a third one falls asleep on my lap.

MFW I think I might have just realized I’m bi.
>Be me
>Inquisitorial Agent Lyon Essk
>Boss owes a favor to neighboring world's governor, his daughter went missing while visiting this shithole as some show of diplomacy.
>Word of the bugs hitting planetfall soon can't just be a coincidence, sure enough, the capital hive world is a genestealer cult's paradise.
>Just my luck
>Got here a month ago, tracking her down to the fat fuck of a governor's palace. Safe bet he's involved with the cults.
>Been working on a plan to get into the palace for a month now. Today was the day.
>Killed a dozen of the local muscle getting to this vantage point, have a rifle aimed right where he's gonna make his speech. Take a little off his top, blow some explosives I have planted underneath the parade's main street, sneak in during the chaos, grab the girl and go.
>Seconds from killing this bastard...was that a las shot?
>Fat fuck ducks into his palace!
>no No NO NO NO
>Maybe I can make this work, go to my detonator, see loyal guardsmen fighting the cultist forces
>Remember when I was boots on the ground
>Fidget a bit on the detonator's trigger
>Grab an autogun from one of the xenos curs I killed on the way up here and start making my way down to the streets to support and get those men somewhere not in the middle of a crossfire.
>Be me.
>Tank sergeant Yuri of the Valhallan 545th.
>Leman Russ barrels towards truck and manages to flip it over, crushing several heretics in the process.
>Decide that’s probably as good an opening as we’re going to get and order everyone in vox range to advance through the hole and away from the governor’s mansion.
>Leman Russes form the tip of a wedge clearing the way for the larger Rogal Dorns and Baneblades at the back with the nice squishy infantry in the middle surrounded by a nice shell of armor.
>Tanks focus on clearing a path and defending the infantry, while the infantry fire up into the windows of the spires.
>We cut through the traitors like a snow plow.
>One of the downsides to this strategy though, is the bodies have started to pile up in front of our formation.
>Beginning to wish my tank had one of those dozer blades.
>See someone cutting through traitors like an absolute pro.
>Must be some kind of assassin or something.
>Turn the formation in his direction.
>By this point the bodies in front of us have reached up to the turret.

>Offer him a ride on my tank so he doesn’t need to walk while he kills traitors.
>Be me
>Inquisitorial Agent Lyon Essk
>Maybe the Guard didn't need help after all
>See the Valhallan that's been shouting plowing thru ill-bred scum like he was back home in the blizzard-drifts
>Leave the alley that led up to my perch by barreling out away from some straggler cultists who were coming to join the fray
>Empty my magazine down the alley into them all.
>One of them was only winged, is reaching for a sidearm
>Toss the autogun at him and then kick him square in the face, his head bouncing off the rockcrete hab wall behind him
>Reach for another discarded autogun
>Check ammo
>This'll do for now
>Look around to assess the situation and see a Valhallan wave me up onto his tank
>Look to the palace and see it swarming with Emperor knows what at this point
>Regroup for now, mission will come soon enough
>Scramble up onto the tank
>"Thanks for the assist. Name's Lyon. Drinks are on me if we make it through this."
>"...I know a good bar not far from here."
>Be me.
>Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07.
>Still riding on the carriage pulled by two serberys sulphurhounds burning our way through the cultists with my squad trailing behind.
>May or may not have set a few buildings on fire along the way.
>Trying to get out of here, but Hive streets make no sense and GPS doesn’t do well with 3D, or account for cultists blocking the road.
>Think we pass the guardsmen parade like 3 times.
>Frankly the amount of Genestealer Cultists here is just ridiculous.
>Their must be at least 10 cultists for every 1 non infected.
>Why the Inquisition hasn’t just Exterminatused this excrement hole is a mystery, no way they could’ve missed a cult this size for so long.
>Maybe it’s part of some grander plan to lure the hive fleet here and kill it?
>Or maybe those meat bags really are just incompetent.
>Quickly delete that thought before anyone notices.
>Coming up on what I’m sure is the same alley way we’ve passed though 5 times.

>be arch Magos explorator
>watch the Marshall blaze around on the chariot
>he's literally just running loops around the same Hab blocks
>mfw these are the kind of skitarii the Omnissiah provided me
>see that the situation is goin FUBAR
>cultists everywhere, total uprising
>Inquisitorial iden codes show up in the noosphere
>did the inquisition really let it get this bad?
>it's forge world Morod again
>decide to ferry down support troops and automata to clear a field
>not the good ones, we don't want to waste those
>noospheric connection to the planet surface is suddenly lost
>how do I even contact my skitarii?
>launch a dozen phosphor missiles into the lower atmosphere
>they detonate in clouds of smoke and fire
>conveniently shaped into an arrow pointing at the newly secured forward base
>Be REAL arch Magos Explorator from the Jungle World thread.
>Receive message from my Marshal in some unique variant of low gothic about destroying the governors mansion.
>Am busy lining up the shot when my sensors detect ANOTHER ARK MECHANICUS IN THE SYSTEM!?
>Who’s ever in command seams to think my Skitarii are theirs.
>Cancel firing solution and get ready to engage them in void combat.


>Stop when I realize they are actually helping out my troops.
>Sending down reinforcements and providing directions to a safe location.
>Decide for now to leave them alone and get back to destroying the governors mansion.
>Trying to decide if they are an imposter, or me from another timeline or the future or something.
>Decide to go by Magos Explorator Prime from now on to avoid confusion.

>Be me
>Ryza-pattern plasma gun, designation "H07-D4WG"
>Currently being wielded by the enginseer Zeta-23
>During the enginseer's movement to who-knows-where, we found ourselves getting to upper levels of the hive, at least in relation to the parade
>Apparently, there's supposed to be some skitarii forces here the enginseer wanted to link up with
>Unfortunately, due to our detour, we haven't encountered many traitors to dispatch
>I need to kill traitors, xenos, and anything that is bad, and I need to do it badly
>I need a master to point me at them, not an enginseer with other things to do
>The enginseer seems to understand my predicament, attempting to sooth me with some hyms, promising that we will find a master for me soon
>We're almost at our objective, finding ourselves traversing some precarious catwalks above hub in the ventilation system
>Midway through, some autogun fire opens up on us
>Looks like the traitors left a group to patrol this area
>Fortunately, the unorganized catwalks and makeshift repairs provided some cover for the enginseer
>Feel more than my trigger being depressed, as I start welling up with delightful and unusually high amounts of energy
>Feel a massive amount of heat releasing from me, undoubtedly in the direction of those foul traitors
>As I relish their screams of agony, I hear one of them swear at us, followed by the sound of a snub revolver
>The round hits not me, but the mechanical hand of the enginseer which was holding me
>Feel myself begin to fall, as I hear a single laspistol shot and the enginseer scrambling to grab me
>I don't feel his grip
>I feel myself continue accelerating downward
>Memories of my previous masters flash before me as I realize that I may be lost forever somewhere in these endless shafts
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>Feel strikes against my frame as I tumble down the shafts, hitting the catwalks and then the sides and curves of the downwards shafts
>Wonder if I should be thankful that my reinforced frame protected me from anything bad, or despair that I'll spend the rest of eternity lying somewhere in the shaft when it flattens out
>Eventually find myself hitting a flat surface, but instead of stopping there, I smashed right through, due to my momentum
>Based on the feel of it, it must have been a vent
>I must have entered someone's house or something, as I heard some shrieks upon my entry
>Find myself bouncing off a surface with some liquids, cooling off my agitated frame a moment before landing on something much softer, like a fluffy pillow
>The fluffy pillow lets out a yelp

Whoever I landed on really reminds me of those furry allies on our last mission...
>Be Sergeant Yuri.
>Help guy onto my tank.
>>"Thanks for the assist. Name's Lyon. Drinks are on me if we make it through this."
“No problem, I’m these situations it’s always good to find those who…”
>I notice the Inquisition badge on his shirt and pause…
>He see this and seams to hide it.
>>"...I know a good bar not far from here."
“That’s all you had to say! Sorry about… that… last experience with what I’m pretty sure in retrospect was an inquisitor had me suffering from visions of parallel timelines and potential futures for days after.”
“Got better, but haven’t had any alcohol in my system since then. Medicaes orders.”
>I help him down the hatch and we make our way to the bar just as the governors mansion explodes behind us.
> Be Enginseer / Magos Zeta-23
> On the planet the half-memory of an Inquisitor told me not to go to
> Not sure what's going on but I gained magos clearance again after that guy showed up despite officially being an enginseer
> Explorator I was formerly assigned to in orbit
> Conceal identity so they don't find me and get mad I have magos codes again
> Bit paranoid but you never know
> Sneaking up on traitors with H07-D4WG
> get shot in the hands
> Fucking drop the holy plasma gun a ridiculous distance
> bluescreen.dataslate
> hear a yelp when it lands
> pray to the ominissiah that's the felinids
> firing at traitors with mechadendrite laspistols to keep their heads down and running towards skitarii
> hear massive explosion, vox reports it as the governor's mansion
> just keep running
>Be Me, Marcus Scumbag of the 221st Penal Regiment
>Currently held up on board the Baleful Punishment travelling from engagements to engagements
>The original plan was for us to travel to my home world of Sevastopol, to deal with the planetary governor and the Sevastopol Rangers for allying with the Tau empire
>That was the plan anyway
>High command decides to make a detour to a nearby hive world to get more prisoners from the local Arbites before we head to Sevastopol
>We'll mostly be stuck up in orbit whilst the big wigs gather the newbies for our mission
>Oh well, at least the Commissar won't be giving us his usual death glare with his one remaining un-augmented eye
>Somehow that eye is scarier than his bionic eye
>Decide to kick back in my cramped cell and not piss off any of the Naval armsmen, shotgun stocks to the stomach hurt like hell
>Be Inquisitorial Agent Lyon Essk
>Hear the explosion
>Realize the VIP probably just incinerated or vaporized
>Not sure if I can go back to my boss, now.
>Maybe she was somewhere safe underground...
>Try to keep it cool in front of Yuri, since I seemed to have spooked him earlier
>Heard he said something about time travel, that's above any and all pay grades I have had or ever will
>Let off a sigh once we're off the main parade ground, pull out the detonator again and thumb the trigger
>The area behind us detonates
>At least that should cover our tracks from any of the heretic garbage
>...Hope the daughter wasn't behind held in the sewers or anything
>Start directing to the bar
"Got a safe comms line in the back of the bar, been staying there. Place isn't bad, and pretty discerning. Doesn't even usually allow abhumans, so no Nid fuckers there...hopefully."
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>Still be Marcus
>Turns out I have to scrap my plans to kick back and relax
>The Baleful Punishments vox system rings out to tell us to get to the hangers
>Arbites made contact with us and told us to bring down our troops to assist the regiments down below to clear out a genestealer cult
>Haven't killed Genestealers yet in my service
>Double time immediately to the hangers in order to get loaded up and sent down to assist
>Upon arrival we are armed with our standard issue half spent lasguns and terrible quality flak armour
>Our Commissar decides not to give any speeches and orders us to immediately get into the transports
>Fine by me, even if some of the others are grumbling about the situation changing quickly for us on board
>There is roughly ten thousand of us to load up so some of us will have to wait
>Not me though, I'm one of the first on-board
>Commissar likes my enthusiasm especially after the Koronus battles
>Strap myself into the transport and pray to the Emperor to guide my shots
>He probably isn't listening to me though, I am condemned after all
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> Be Zeta-23
> Escaping traitors, but there's another patrol ahead, bigger this time
> Cut off from skitarii
> According to sensors there's a vent or a manhole or something that will take me near the gun if I don't mind being battered around a bit
> Apparently Yuri's tank is down there too
> Vox talking about penal legions being sent in, ignore it until I get down
> dive into hole as traitors are shooting at me
> crash into multiple things
> hit the sides
> break through stuck bag of trash
> briefly redirected semi-horizontally and shot over a roadway
> roll to stop in front of some bar
> plasma gun is.... inside?
> every part of my body hated that entire experience
> hear tanks approaching
> hope to fuck it's yuri
> try to sit up
> involuntarily enter sleep mode
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>As we make planet fall I can hear all the noise of war
>Explosions, screaming and the sound of lasgun fire
>Emperor bless me this day, I'm going to have some fun
>The transport finally lands touching down on a relatively clear strip near the Arbites Precinct Fortress
>I unbuckle myself and stand up as the ramp opens up to let us out
>Commissar orders us to hold the area whilst we wait for more troops to arrive
>Turn my head slightly to see the transport lift off to return to the Baleful Punishment
>Almost catch a glance at an Arbitrator who seems to be cursing to himself
>Sorry mate looks like your being backed up by scum
>The area we are defending is pretty locked tight whilst the rest arrive
>It's the urban fighting I really want to get to
>Once the rest of the troops arrive, the Commissar orders us into formation to give us our orders
"Condemned, you will be reinforcing the forces of the Valhallan 545th armour and forces of the Adeptus Mechanicus. To prevent any of you from running, Arbitrators of the Adeptus Arbites as well as myself will be amongst you lot to keep you in line. Make these xenos tainted scum remember the taste of the Emperor's wrath. Dismissed"
>His words shake me to the very core as normal
>Immediately we begin moving out all ten thousand condemned men with a single purpose
>Kill the bastards that dare to betray humanity and our Glorious Emperor
>Be me.
>Felinid merc captain Scarlett.
>McFluffy and two of my subordinates are flirting with a navy pilot.
>She looks like she’s questioning her sexuality something fearce.
>Might need to ask if they’re open for a fivesome later.
>See on new as governors mansion explodes.
>He probably has a bunker or something so the contract is potentially still open.
>Also see on news something about a wave of dead cultist bodies.
>Apparently it’s headed this way.
>Hear a crash behind me and see a plasma gun fell through the ceiling.
>One of my subordinates (too drunk to remember her name) picked it up and started fiddling with it.
>Also at some point a Sister got here.

>Oder another three rounds for myself.
>This is gonna be a looooong day.

>Be plasma gun
>Situation has potentially gone from bad to worse
>By the sounds of it, it would seem that I've landed in a bar inhabited by those Felinids back on that desert planet
>One of them has picked me up and started fiddling with me
>Instinctively vent a bit to protect myself
>I don't particularly trust these allies, plus their yelps are kind of amusing to me
>Get dropped again
>I should have expected that
>Something about this place seems strange
>Can't help but feel some speck of calm in this chaotic room
>Kind of like my previous masters
>Can also feel the presence of the enginseer drawing closer
>Not sure how he followed me down, but I'm certainly not complaining
>Need to let him know my master is in this room
>Be sergeant Yuri.
>Manage to push the giant pile of bodies all the way down to the bar the Inquisition Agent said.
>See Zeta-23 passed out out front and help him inside.
>We enter with most of the guardsmen from various regiments from the parade.
>Inside I see my old friend Scarlett’s Mercenary Company partying like it’s the end of the world.
>Which I guess it technically will be once the Nids arrive.
>Decide to make this bar our temporary base and sit Zeta down on one of the stools next to a Sister.

>Us Valhallans and the other regiments start fortifying the place, knocking down walls into neighboring hab blocks to expand.
>Attilans and Death Riders set up stables for their horses.
>The tech priests from the parade build a make shift garage for the tanks and artillery.
>While we do that, some Skitarii and Penal Legionaries arrive and help.
>The entire time the bar tender Servitor keeps serving us drinks.
>A tech priest from the parade manages to rig up a holo map of the city for us to plan our defense from the traitors and tyranids.

>Call a meeting with: Gamma Mu 07, Scarlett, the Sororitas, the Arbites, and any other surviving members of regimentary command staff.
>As well as try to get a line to the (apparently two?) magos Explorator in orbit.

>From here we plan our next move…

In case you can’t tell, this is the perfect opportunity to introduce any characters from any regiments you want and how they plan to exterminate the Genestealers and defend the city from Tyranids.
> Be Zeta-23
> Reactivate while being placed in a chair by Yuri
> Give him a thumbs up and try to make sense of where I am
> There are felinids flirting with a pilot, a sister of battle drinking heavily, and another felinid trying to hold a plasma gun that keeps venting at her
> Felinids were on the desert planet but the pilot only looks vaguely familiar and I don't recognise the sister at all
> Bar-Servitor provides me with a drink which I down immediately
> Very thankful I kept most of the biocomponents that let me do this
> Get a couple of strange looks, guess they're not used to seeing tech-priests taking a normal drink
> Realise that's not just any plasma gun that's the bloody holy relic
> No wonder it's hissing more than the felinid
> Take plasma gun from felinid, apologising for dropping it on her
> Calm it with rite of gradual venting and temperature control
> Attempt to commune with its machine spirit, it seems unusually active
> Lost my incense in that fucking vent so I just light a shot on fire for a moment before blowing it out and drinking it
> fieldimprovisation.unauthorised
> Seems to work for the most part
> Apologise for dropping it into a bar and tell it it did a good job on those traitors
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>Be plasma gun
>The enginseer has found me!
>Make sure to singe off another hair or two from the curious felinid before he recovers me
>The enginseer attempts to soothe me, blessing me in the process
>Tries to apologize for dropping me, but I don't blame him
>The only ones who should apologize are the traitors for standing against us
>Have a slight heat spike as he says I did a good job on the traitors
>Shortly after I reach cool temperatures, I suddenly spike up in heat
>My new master just walked by me, I just know it!
>The enginseer seems to pick up on this, but expresses some confusion, as the only Valhallan near us is sergeant Yuri
>It's not him, he already has a tank
>It's not the felinids, as fun as it is to harass them
>Strangely enough, I don't even think it's a Valhallan
>If not a Valhallan, I certainly hope my new master can be inducted into their service

I have someone in mind, but I'm honestly fine with whoever wants to carry H07-D4WG, as someone I'm not expecting would certainly still be fun
>Be Inquisitorial Agent Lyon Essk
>Get to the bar
>Valhallan and the rest of the Guard spare no time in making defenses
>See Felinids mercs, that explains the bouncer's arm
>Move my way to the back room, where I've been staying.
>Make a quick call to the boss. Explain the situation.
>He isn't happy.
>Can't say I blame him...
>Tells me not to come back empty handed. Either confirmation governor is dead, or the girl in tow as expected.
>Return to Yuri's makeshift command room, drag in my desk of schematics of the local area, etc
>Explain the current situation for everyone in the room who might not be up to speed. This includes the genestealer cult infestation, Nids on the way, and the mission I'm on to retrieve some governor's daughter for His most Holy Inquisition.
>dragging out additional ordnance and weapons I've been taking from patrols I've been picking off over the month
>not expecting people to NOT want to have a gun at this point
>Be Marcus Scumbag
>We've arrived at the Valhallan's forward operating base
>Massive complex but not as well defended as that Precinct Fortress
>Commissar immediately orders us to get to work in building up defences
>A collective yes sir comes from all of us and we proceed to work
>We are getting dirty looks from folks due to us being condemned scum
>Haven't been stared at like this in a long time and I'm sort of itching for a fight
>We didn't come across any of the Genestealers to take pot shots at
>Grin to myself as I work
>Shame there's some Felinids around, one of our guys in the regiment doesn't shut the fuck up about how be used to run a Felinid sex ring before his incarceration
>Be Ordo Chronos Inquisitor [Redacted]
>Here on Tharss 8 on a bit of a tour of the most famous parties in all of Imperial History to celebrate the return of [Data Purged].
>Felinid women really know how to celebrate.
>They’re partying like there’s no tomorrow (at this point I’m too drunk to remember if there even is one on this world).
>Haven’t had this much fun since [Redacted] on [Data Expunged] after [Censored by His Holy Ordos] was defeated.

>Anyway, at some point a bunch of guardsmen from… ummm… I don’t know a bunch of different regiments show up and start fortifying the place.
>A few join in the party though.
>Can’t remember last time I was this drunk, or even what year it is supposed to be.

>After sharing a drink with a random Sister that’s here for reasons I can’t remember I see someone familiar.

“Oh my holy Emperor! Is that really you Zeta-23!?”
“I haven’t seen you since [Data Expunged] when you helped [Censored] a [Data Blocked] in two pieces!!!”

“Going old school I see, less augments. I of course approve.”
“How have you been? How’s [Error No Data]? Is Yuri here to? Haven’t seen him in [Redacted] years!”
>Be Marcus Scumbag
>Defences all set up
>Higher ups seem pleased with the fortifications
>Gun emplacements, spider holes, mines and the hole nine yards
>One of my lads even spray painted some propaganda on the walls
>He's lucky the Commissar didn't catch him
>Speaking of the Commissar, he's approaching us to update us on the news
>Seems like we'll be dealing with nids
>Tells us not to nick any gear from our allies
>Wise idea on his part, probably doesn't want most of us dead before the hive fleet arrive
>Wonder how the Baleful Punishment is going to handle the incoming fleet
>I get singled out by the Commissar
"Condemned 9820, come with me"
>Don't have to tell me twice
>We begin walking back to the main HQ
>I can feel the glares of the Guard
>They don't frighten me though
>Only the Commissar does
>Be me.
>Palatine Luna.
>Finally find a bar in this Emperor-forsaken rockcrete heap.
>It's full of people, including a not insignificant number of humanoid females with feline features.
>Multiple of them appear to be quite overtly lesbian, and are hitting on seemingly unexperienced women.
>Others are seemingly in the process of dismantling or destroying the very structure.
>While yet more of them are herded into the place, to either fortify it, or make camp in the place.
>One of them, an NCO, waves me over. I choose to assume it as a request, as he doesn't have the rank to order me, but I don't really give a fuck right now.
>The Inquisitor, because there's always one, isn't of a recognizable discipline. He looks quite solidly off his tits.
>He sloshes a pint mug towards me.
>Logically, as a Sororitas I shouldn't be drinking in a warzone, or a briefing. As a woman, I shouldn't be taking a drink given to me by an impaired man/inquisitor. As a possible psyker, I know this'll make things flare up again.
>But quite frankly I don't give a fuck.
>Take a chug. The very faint voices of my sisters in my head mostly affirm this is a sensible course of action.
>Oh by the Emperor that's good. Another five and I'll be just about right to get out there and spread the Emperor's Love and Empathy to everyone.
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>Be me
>Brother Basileus Konos, of the Imperial Fists Legion
>Also a contemptor dreadnought after I got chopped in half by some Traitorous Iron warrior on Sebastus IV
>Fighting on some unimportant agri-world on the very fringe when I get kicked by some titan
>Hit the ground after 5 minutes and get knocked out
>Wake up, there's now a town built around me
>I seem to be part of some shrine
>also my feet are stuck in the ground
>Check the chronometer
>Dorn save me, it's M32
>Try to communicate with the citizens but my speakers are broken
>Stay awake for another century before going to sleep
>wake up
>check chronometer
>am now surrounded by near complete darkness
>I am no longer stuck in the ground
>I am now standing on a rockcrete pedestal
>also I'm surrounded by pillars, pipes, and crumbling walls with broken windows
>there's also some crumbling statues of what I think is the emperor
>that's funny, my altimeter informs me I've only moved several meters
>don't dare move
>stay awake for a decade before going back to sleep
>wake up
>am now buried in rubble
>altimeter informs me I'm several hundred metres lower than before
>go to sleep
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>wake up
>rumbling sounds
>loud booms in the distance
>want to sleep
>people in front of me. People!
>Wake up a little more
>they seem strange
>something moves in from the side
>A xenos
>the people are bowing to it and pointing at me
>the xenos and humans are dead
>hear more booms
>they seem to be coming from above me
>wander off looking for a way up to the surface
>check chronometer
> Be Zeta-23
> Plasma gun calmed
> Felinid looks cranky at me about getting singed
> I'm sure she knows about the various field litanies relating to plasma guns and if she doesn't I don't want to tell her
> Gun almost seems to jump when someone walks by
> Ordo Chronos Inquisitor is here and drunk
> I certainly didn't expect the imperial inquisition
> Vague memories spring back to full memories as he talks with me
"I've been dropped down several levels of hive through a vent. You told me not to come here. I couldn't avoid it."
> Remember the gun moving slightly
> Allow holy plasma gun to rotate slowly on a weapons mount, hope it manages to point to whoever it's reacting to
"Yuri is having some kind of meeting about rescuing a governer's daughter over there. I'm keeping out of it because-"
> Remember the inquisitor is drunk
"-I... don't have much to contribute. Definitely not an issue of rank."
> Hope he gets the hint about whatever he did to bring back my magos clearance on the desert planet
> Not like I can wink
> Plasma gun rotating slowly but it's a bit crowded in here
> Hope I get it to the right person or at least to someone competent
> It's certainly not any of the skitarii or the felinids
> Could it be the sister?
> Quietly drag Ordo Chronos to the bar, not like he'll mind
> Unobstructed view of the command meeting
> Blessed plasma gun H07-D4WG should be able to point to these people with minimal confusion
> Unless someone walks in or the felinids get extra rowdy or the Inquisitor starts pouring drinks into me or the ba-
> Disable concern_generator.exe
>Be Ordo chronos inquisitor [Redacted].
>Zeta- 23 seams to only be picking up every other word I say, he’s cradling a plasma gun like a child.
>This confuses me, but I manage to scrape together enough of my mind to more or less realize what is happening.
“Ohhhh I get it. You don’t have Lavender clearance yet. This must be early then.”
“Our second meeting, right?”
“Well, to sum up. Im [Redacted] a [Error: 404]. One of [Redacted] in [censored].”
“At some point [Data Purged] and you will [Data Expunged].”
“Don’t remember telling you not to come here. Must be a future me, so should probably look into that.”
>Take another swig and rap my arm around his shoulder.
“Oooooo! We should investigate together! It’ll be just like the old days!”

“Errrr, well I guess it technically will be the old days for you. Isn’t [Data Purged by his Holy Ordos] fun like that?”
>Be We
>Primus in the field, at behest of the Magus
>It is day of the uprising.
>Ascension is coming. The Star Emperor will cleanse this cruel world. All will be right.
>Night of knives went off without a hitch. PDF either in the pocket of our family. Or belonging to the heretical dark gods.
>Move as one
>Strike as one
>Feel the stars in the blood.
>Heretics are liability. Kill them off months ago.
>Governor spills the beans early
>Ducked back inside the palace to the sound of lasfire.
>Feel slap of the patriarch upside his head from the command table.
>Guard are fighting back.
>Magos is doing his bit
>Feel father's fist around our brainstem.
We sing and fight in harmony.
For the emperor among the stars
For the family.
>Time spent improving the lives of citizens pay off.
>Ended starvation
>Ended purges
>Built homes
>Free Biophagus healthcare
>Killed the followers of the dark gods.
>Half the rebels aren't even family yet.
>Chambermaid thanks me for my service, hands me my gun. She was the last governor's seventh mistress.
>Pat her stomach.
>Say good bye to my son and Future Patriarch.
>Don helmet.

>She will be safely among the refugees, which the "Loyal" PDF are escorting to evacuation.

>Vox PDF loyal to the family. order them to drop the hammer on those fucking tanks.
>Mount up in a chimera from the royal stockpile. Suitably upgraded.
>Go to meet my destiny as a commander.
>Praise the Star Emperor
>Praise the family.
>Simple as.
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>Be Marcus
>Me and the Commissar eventually reach the main HQ
>Ordered to stand at attention whilst the Commissar does the talking
"Gentlemen, sorry for arriving slightly late, had to make sure the men under my command finished up their defensive lines. Now then give me a full run down of the plan, so I can evenly spread out my ten thousand Condemned amongst you lot and your various tasks"
>He speaks boldly and clearly as his bionic eye seems to be scanning the leadership around the area
>I can see a scowl slightly building on his face as he and I can slightly hear some getting rowdy due to alcohol
>Man it's been ages since I last had a drink
>Turn my attention back to the meeting and watch on whilst they discuss the plans
>Pray to the Emperor all the while under my breath making sure only myself and he can hear it
>Don't want to be too noisy after all
> Be Zeta-23
> Inquisitor still talking with me and half of his words are replaced with censor bars
> Pretty sure the gun wants to go to the sister and, well, if it doesn't, I'll find out soon enough
> Inquisitor mentions lavender clearance
> Ask him to wait here a moment
> Go to the command meeting table
> Tell the sister a relic may have chosen her as next wielder
> Litany of Glorious Assignment.vox
> Hand over H07-D4WG reverently
> Also let her know to comm me if this turns out to be a mistake since its machine spirit is quite the character
> Tell the meeting at large that if I can get high enough clearance I can put any sensors in the city to work for us and should be able to detect movement through the hive vents that go between layers
> Show magos status openly, hope that it doesn't raise too many questions about me enginseering for a tank regiment
> Hopefully this gets me enough clearance to know what the Ordo Chronos guy is talking about
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>Be plasma gun, Ryza-pattern, designation "H07-D4WG"
>The enginseer put me on a mount
>Said that it would help us locate my master
>Not sure how it works, but trust him as always and start trying to focus on... anything really
>Master doesn't really have any loudspeakers calling out to me. I just know master when I see master
>The enginseer suddenly picks me up
>Apparently, I was pointing to master
>During the short walk, can't help but feel that I'm being watched by a familiar figure
>Give out a sudden glow and hear some panicked scampering
>After the scampering, I feel the master's presence getting closer
>The enginseer slows his walk to a halt, offering me to someone
>It's him
>It's master
>Master awkwardly takes me in hand, one hand firm on my grip, the other not so much using a hand, but a wrist, as master tries to hold both my body and a bottle of alcohol with the other arm
>Just like my 2nd and 5th masters
>Vent ever so slightly, sounding like a purr, as well as glowing a bit while in master's confused embrace
>Master seems to have some pretty intricate armor, by the feel of the breastplate, not to mention protective
>His voice is surprisingly less deep than any of my previous masters
>The enginseer also referred to him as "sister", which is also strange
>I think master is a "she", not a "he"
>Also, if the enginseer had a sister, I think I would have heard of her by now
>Vaguely remembering how some of my previous masters really liked some warriors called the "Sisters of Battle"
>They held the Sisters in such high regard that they would usually talk about how they would go so far as to help them out of their power armor
>Hope master likes the Valhallans. I would love for her to meet them, as I'm sure they would really get along
>Be Felinid merc captain Scarlett.
>Be absolutely wasted.
>The inquisitor with the funny outfit and strange voice really knows how to party.
>He keeps going on about certain things I don’t get and keeps making these beeping noises with his mouth that are super funny.
>Try flirting with Battle Sister, but she doesn’t seam to notice me.
>Soon a bunch of guardsmen show up and start tearing up the place.
>They break down walls and bring their tanks and animals inside.
>Another section becomes a tank garage.
>Even install a holo map of the city.
>One guy with a Inquisition badge goes into the back and comes out with a brief case full of maps of the Governors mansion and bunker.
>Says something about rescuing a Princess or something (too drunk to hear it all) and is looking for volunteers.
>No takers yet, I nock back the last of my drink and immediately volunteer my merc band for the job.

>Explain our fees, resume, and give him a contract to sign.

MFW I may have just signed us up for a suicide mission and didn’t even realize it.
>Be Inquisitorial Agent Lyon Essk
>No one seems plussed on the idea to go rescue the governor's daughter
>Honestly still hope she's in some safe room underneath where the palace used to be
>Felinid that reeks of booze approaches and volunteers her unit as mercs
>She has papers
>Go over the resume and fees, seem reasonable. Of course have a discretionary fund for the operation that will cover this.
>Thank the Emperor I've been 'procuring' arms and ammunition rather than buying it
>Gives Felinid a 'hold on' finger and goes into the back of the bar again
>Pulls out a chest and puts it on the counter, opens it
>It's full gems and other royal treasures
>Been knocking over reliquaries when I can to maybe bring this stuff back to the boss for brownie points
>Ask if the contents of the chest IN ADDITION to their normal fees will buy their steadfast loyalty for the foreseeable future
>Also mention they have their pick of the loot in the palace ruins
>I swear on my badge, for what it's worth
>Realize I might be over-selling it but I NEED some help with this

I'm coming Ashe!
>Be Ace lightning pilot Tiff.
>Still being flirted on by the Felinid mercenaries.
>See their boss talking to an Inquisitor agent about some kind of height job.
>He pull out a treasure chest.
>Pry myself away from the felinids and approach.
>Offer myself as the transport and mention I know how to fly a Valkyrie.
>Who wouldn’t want to join in a rescue mission with a bunch of sexy cat girl mercs?
>Be me.
>Arch Magos Explorator Prime.
>The imposter Arch Magos Explorator hasn’t done anything else.
>Send Skitarii Marshal to the meeting of all the guardsmen.
>Get a call from the surface and project a holo of myself into the meeting room.
>The leader of the Vahallans is wondering what I bring to the table in the defense against the Tyranids.
>Explain I have a few maniples of Skitarii, some dropkeeps with knights, and can use the ark itself to engage the hive fleet in the void before it makes planet fall.

>See that Magos I sent down to the jungle world to die a few months ago is still alive.

>Ask me about something called “Lavender Clearance”.

What is Lavender Clearance?
>Look it up in the data base.
>Think I find it.
>Get a head ache.

What is Lavender Clearance?
>Look it up in the data base.
>Think I find it.
>Get a head ache.

What is Lavender Clearance?
>Look it up in the data base.
>Think I find it.
>Get a head ache…
> Be Zeta-23
> Holy plasma gun seems happy with its new wielder
> Hope it doesn't get too far away
> I'll... miss it
> Explorator seems fine with me being alive and a Magos again and all that
> Caught in a bit of a loop after I mention clearance though
> Realise the Inquisitor who seems to have chosen this bar as a meeting point is far more into rescuing the governer's daughter than anything else that's going on
> Grab a dataslate and start going over the routes and detected xenos and so on
> Realise at least some of the Valhallans are going to have to support the rescue mission
> We'll have skitarii in the area and possibily heavier mechanicus support again - if the Explorator gets out of his loop at least
> Start preparing recommendations for Yuri on what to deploy
> Penal legion is already doing their thing and fortifying the whole bar / base area
> Faint ancient imperial signature deep in the undercity shows a marine sigil then disappears
> Under the palace directly, but a great distance down
> Almost directly where the city was probably built initially
> Decide not to alert people until I get a hard fix
> Keep preparing things for Yuri and Inquisitorial Agent Essk and passing them along
> Essk's just giving away thrones upon thrones both in cash and gear
> Keep an eye out for any decoders that will escalate my clearance so I can learn my Ordo Chronos friend's name and stop seeing censor bars when he tells me important things
> Hope the Ordo Chronos will stop me doing whatever it is I'm not meant to do on this planet before I do it
> From what he was saying it seems like we survive either way
> Notice Xenos trying to surround outer patrols but getting picked off easily enough
> Probably time to go
> Wait by Yuri and keep updating the data I've sent him and Essk
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>Be me
>Or was it VII?
>can't remember
>Haven't had a good fight for ages
>been so bored i'm krumpin' gretchins
>sitting in my big chair on board my killa cruzer
>some small git actually walks up to me
>think about krumpin him
>so bored I don't
>he stars squeakin'
>'capn! 'capn!
>ignore him
>capn! i's found us some nids! some nids to fight!
>sit up
>yeah cap'n! we's gots some gits to fight!
>a hole fleet of 'em! eadin' for some umie planet! I already plugged it into da ship!
>Kap'n Krunch is starting to think
>little git is still squeakin
>please can we go please can we go please can we go
>krump him
>stand up
>pick up da special yeller thing (the one that connects to the whole fleet)
>Be me.
>Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07.
>Face palm as our Magos enters into a loop right in front of everyone making us look like a bunch of idiots.
>Decide to take over the presentation.
>Explain how we are really just a small force of Skitarii sent to gather recruits from the underhive, but once our Magos leaves her loop we should have reinforcements.
>Also bring up how our recruits/ prisoners need a way up to the Ark Mechanicus so they can begin their training.
>Hear Zeta-23 mumble under his breath something about picking up the signal of a contemptor dreadnought in the lower levels.
>That certainly catches my attention.

>Message him through the noosphere we could go down and retrieve him since we’ve been to the underhive before and could navigate.
>We just need someone to watch our recruits, and a few more Skitarii to recoup the losses we suffered there last time.
>So long as we don’t run into any pure strains we should be fine.
>Be me Marcus
>Watch the Commissar look over at the Skitarii
>Already know what he's about to say
"They aren't skitarii but I can hand over some of the 221st to assist in your objective. There are currently ten thousand condemned in the 221st so just tell me how many you'll require to assist you and I'll hand them over"
>Well then, seems like some of us will be working with the Skitarii
>My eyes shift over to the bar before looking back to the Commissar talking to the Skitarii
>Not sure if I want to deal with the nids themselves or help out the Mechanicus
>Definitely don't want them getting a hand on our potential reinforcements we were going to grab from the holding cells in the Precinct Fortress
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>Be Contemptor Drednought Konos, of the Imperial Fists Legion.
>Wandering around the gloomy depths of whatever this place is now
>dimly wonder how big this place really is
>run into several Xenos hives, swiftly PURGE them
>kill all the humans serving the xenos too
>to think that xenos have found their way onto this agri-world
>if it still is an agri-world
>Dorn's fists this place is big. There's no way to tell where I'm going
>receive vague comm pings from something above me
>message garbled and incomplete, something about the mechanicus and pure strains
>run diagnostics
>run detailed diagnostics
>immediately shut down all error notices, they're annoying me
>turn on night and heat vision
>much better
>head towards the big heat cluster at the base of some giant pillar, it's probably where all the xenos are
>allow myself a brief feeling of happiness that I am purging xenos once again
>Be Sister Luna.
>Techy boy gives me a plasma gun.
>Never had one of these before. He/she/it said something about being it's new master or something.
>I guess I'll need to read up on how to take care of a plasma gun, but it's a big bright gun that shoots big bright energy so I can spread the love of the Emperor to all dark corners of the void.
>It's a bit awkward to juggle both Plasma gun, and booze mug, but I manage.
>It's blowing a little bit of air, and it almost sounds like an animal with the machine burr noises its insides makes.
>A most pleasing friendship weapon.
>Techy boi and potential later friendship opportunity wanders off, emotions oddly turbulent. He must feel attachment to the plasma gun. Not to worry, I'll take good care of her/him/it.
>Slam down a final drink and assert elegantly to the Inquisitor that I, Palatine Navitia Luna of the Order of the Voidfaring Warriors will assist his efforts to reclaim the Governor's daughter.
>Am several drinks down, so it comes out as a bit more of a mixed gothic evocative ramble on how I, Sister Moon, cannot stand by when outer evils threaten an innocent princess, but oh well. Who needs perfect high gothic when you have friends?
>be me
>Imperial logistics scribe
>have spent the past 5 years filling out one requisitions form
>an entire army's worth of tanks, weapons, and top secret material not even the planetary governor is allowed to know
>last order of my career before I retire
>only thing left is location and delivery date
>To: Scelestus IV
>Delivery by: 999.M37
>been in this job so long my eyesight is starting to go
>pray a quick prayer to the Throne I wrote the details correctly
>file the form
>be me
>head scribe on Imperial depot world
>running my totally legal servo skull, a gift from a tech priest who assured me it was not an abominable intelligence, through the lists
>it notices an improperly filed form
>Cargo: Top Secret
>To: Celtsu VI
>Delivery by: Large ink blot
>Celtsu VI does not exist
>My depot has space being taken up by something that cannot actually be delivered
>tell the servo skull to analyse the document and fix the mistake
>it complies and rewrites the delivery address and date
>should arrive at some hive world around the feast of the emperors ascension
>feel very pleased. All in a day's work for Imperial Logistics.
>Be Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07.
>Somehow the commissar understood what I said over the noosphere and offered some of his varlets as backup.
>Well that takes care of our losses somewhat but I’m curious where he got an augment that lets him perceive the noosphere, or why?
>We also still need someone to babysit the new recruits or ferry them to the Ark.

> Also despite trying to talk to Zeta-23 I seam to have accidentally contacted the Dreadnought as well.
>Was not aware dreadnoughts had a noosphere connection either.
>Hasn’t responded back but this ping we got confirms he’s still alive.
>To think, meeting a functional dreadnought from who knows how long ago?
>Now we HAVE to go down their.
>Just waiting on the go head to start the expedition to the underhive.
>Be Marcus
>Commissar smirks as he orders me over
>Immediately follow it to a tee
>He then leans in and whispers to me
"Gather four thousand of your fellow condemned, you'll be following the command of the Mechanicus for this"
>He leans back and dismisses me
>Immediately begin to run back to the rest of the 221st to gather up a force for the mission ahead.
>It's going to take a while but oh well
>Takes a while to gather up four thousand guys
>Most these guys won't make it back to the main battle but hey they won't get ripped apart by a gaunt
>Make sure everyone is properly equipped
>Melee weapons are sorted out in the forms of scrap metal someone made into shivs for the lot of us
>Not sure if that falls under the no stealing stuff rule the Commissar gave us
>But seeing as no-one has been executed yet I think we are in the clear
>Probably should have asked the Commissar where he and the Skitarii wanted us to meet them up at
> Be Zeta-23
> Skitarii Marshal takes over presentation, messages me about going after the Dreadnought
> Commissar somehow picks up on the idea and offers his "condemned" as backup
> Provide the Marshal with the Dreadnought's signature as best I can tell
> Fortunately detect it requesting maintenance temporarily which clears it up for a second
> Take the coordinates and estimated vectors it had for those two points and get a rough idea of where its headed
> Pass all data to the Marshal and as much as can be reasonably translated into human-readable format onto dataslates for the Commissar and his... adjutant?
> ID just reads Marcus but he's a guardsman
> Make sure and bless his weapons while I'm at it
> Also recommend the Marshal and Commissar move out at the same time as the rescue mission, if we all move at once they enemy can't respond to everything
> Should be able to spare a couple of tanks at least to cover them partway but you're not fitting a Russ into the Underhive
> First platoon will probably be on the rescue mission though
> Sister Luna seems to be taking well to H07-D4WG
> She volunteers for the rescue mission
> I get in contact with the rest of the Valhallan's enginseers and ensure we have tanks ready to move out
> Make sure there's a command tank for Yuri
> Get them to bless any chimeras that are handy as well, the condemned might need them
"Commandeer any hardy civilian trucks if you have to"
> One of them tells me we're expecting a special delivery from [INKBLOT]
> Assume the Ordo Chronos is At It Again and get an LZ cleared while we're all ready to move out
> Hope it's nothing bad
>Be Marcus
>Just arrived outside the command centre with my four thousand strong force
>Order them to stand at attention and not to cause a ruckus even if they get insulted by Valhallans.
>We deserve it after all, we are criminals
>Enter the HQ and make my way to the Commissar who is in the middle of reading a dataslate
>One of the Mechanicus boys looks at me
>He then takes my lasgun and blesses it before handing it back to me
>Wonder if he knows it's at half charge and that I have a shiv in my belt
>Commissar orders me to stand to attention and to report on the status of the force he wanted
"Force is prepared with the numbers as requested sir. Remaining Penal Force is out defending the parameter as we speak"
>Get a nod of approval by the Commissar as he hands me the dataslate
>Have a read through it to make sure I have my orders memorised
>Seems we're off to find a dreadnought and do a rescue mission
>Never seen a dreadnought before
>Get excited but hide it under a veil of stoicism and professionalism
"What are you orders now sirs?"
>I think the Admech forces were sirs anyway
>I can't tell
>Be Felinid Mercenary Nyan Mc Fluffy
>Wake up under table
>Floor smells like spilled beer, piss, vomit, and semen
>Also kind of sticky
>Oh well, I have slept in worse
>Get up and look around
>Looks like the strip club is being converted into some sort of Guard command post
>Its those Valhallans again from the past two missions, plus a few others
>Meh, not my problem, some of my fellow felinids are still about, and most of them are still drunk, so clearly we still have some excuse to be here
>Someone can wake me up if I am needed
>Go back to sleep
>be random anon
>bump thread before it ends up lost forever

>Be plasma gun
>Ryza-pattern, designation "H07-D4WG"
>Currently resting in the arms of master
>Master already volunteered to go on a mission
>She seems as excited to kill heretics as I am
>By the sounds of the enginseer and some other guys in charge, it sounds like some grand mission is being made to save some princess
>Master has placed me on the table, trying to familiarize herself with my frame
>No one seems to be able to teach her how to care for me at the moment
>Oh well, I think I can function without any of those rites for now
>Master seems to have found my venting functions, and is getting acquainted with my venting procedures
>Accidentally vents me a bit too much and gasps a bit
>Please don't be dead already
>Hear a sigh of relief from her
>Have my own mental sigh as I hear her comment about her armor protecting her
>Master continues to move on to trying to figure out how to replace my fuel canister
>She's either a pretty quick learner a quite lucky, as she figures it out pretty quickly
>Better to figure that out now than during battle
>Instinctively begin to heat up a bit
>Master adjusts me to look at my coils when I suddenly hear her snap at someone to get away from her drink
>Glad to help protect master's fuel
>My previous masters have always operated me better when they were buzzed
>On a side note, it sounds like some people are trying to get master's attention, but are both far away and right next to us at the same time
>Maybe master's drink started getting ME buzzed when she accidentally spilled some on my coils just now
>be me
>Colonel Farragut of the Imperial Postal Inspection and Protection Service
>we ensure imperial packages and mail gets delivered to who it needs to
>whether they want it or not
>on our way to some hive world this time
>top secret cargo too, don't get many of those
>the astropath has informed me that our destination is currently dealing with a genestealer uprising
>suggests that my men could be put to good use on the world
>ignore her, our job is to protect the post and ensure it doesn't get opened by non-addressees
>feel bad about the inquisitor we had to execute for trying to open the top secret cargo
>reassure myself with the thought that The Post Must and Will be Delivered no Matter the Cost
>feel the jump from warp
>get informed we'll be starting landing procedures soon
>also it's all out war down there
>The Post Must be Protected.jpg
>Be Scarlett.
>New boss pulls out a treasure chest full of gems.
>Says it’s a bonus for not betraying him later, along with being able to loot the governors bunker.
>Who does he think we are? Orks?
>We also upgrade all our standard las guns to hot shots.
>Lift up Nyan Mc Fluffy by the armpits and drag her fat ass to the Valkyrie.
Pic Related

>Along the way sober up.
>Felinids drink so much because our biology makes us sober much faster.
>I’m in a Valkyrie with a new hot shot las gun the Inquisitor agent, a Sister of Battle who’s whispering to a plasma gun, and as many of my mercs that fit, driven by the sexy pilot from the bar.
>Only have vague memories so i pull out the contract we signed and go through it.

“Let’s see…. Rescue mission blah blah blah… some nobles bunker… blah blah blah… salvage rights and bonus for loyalty. Ok all caught up now.”
>Put away the contract and look out the window.
>Hopefully nothing too bad in the bunker…
>Still be Scarlett.
>We obviously agreed not to betray him later as that would be bad for business.
Uhhh. Just letting you know, the group to infiltrate the governors bunker. And the group going down into the underhive to get the dreadnought are two different things.

Also Yuri here, I never agreed to go on the mission down to the underhive or the governors bunker. I had a different thing in mind I didn’t write yet.
Sorry, Zeta-23 here, intent was that we'd blow up some people between here and the bunker then pull back and let the bunker group do their thing while we do whatever
Didn't mean to take over your character or imply that this is part of the underhive thing Zeta-23 is just obsessed with keeping an eye on everything
It’s fine, really I’m guilty of the exact same thing Remember in the last thread how I forced your character to kill some other guys character out of nowhere? let’s just wait a bit for the other posters to see if your idea goes forward or gets ignored and we’ll go from there. That fine with you?
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> Be Zeta-23
> Rolling out in Leman Russ Conquerer "Anya", left Yuri at the guard base
> I work the auspex and boost comms in place of having an actual command tank
> Should just be a quick skirmish to distract enemies near the bunker then back to the base to link up with the rest of the 545th
> Demolisher "Betsi", Punisher "Catia", and Exterminator "Dasha" following Valhallans.tank
> Not sure how many of the Condemned there are on this mission but they're here, screened by the tanks
> Still in communication with Marshal Gamma Mu 07, let him know it's safe to move out on the other mission
> Tell Essk to wait until we engage the first of the enemy forces between us and the site of the former palace before letting Tiff get ahead of us
> Can't detect the dreadnought right now
> Heat signatures some distance ahead in cover
> Amplify and enhance... xenos and traitors
> Notice crude mines between two groups of enemies
> Mark mines and heat sigs, relay to all tanks
> Relay enemy positions to nearest condemned too
> Bless the targeting sensors that they might guide our shells to destroy the enemy before they destroy us
> Ready to engage, it's going to be one hell of an opening volley
> Hear tanks firing, mines destroyed instantly, lasguns whining, Valkyrie coming up to almost directly overhead
> Focus on marking targets
> Wonder if Gamma Mu 07 is having as much fun down in the underhive
Fuck me, didn't see this before deleting and reposting with slight edits. How are we with Zeta leaving Yuri at the base with the vast majority of the guard forces?
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>Contemptor Konos, of the Imperial Fists Legion
>Happily purging away in this strange darkness
>Slaughtering Xenos and Xenos lovers by the [ERROR]s
>the humans have been screaming about how the star brothers are going to avenge them
>good, more xenos to kill
>so much xenos blood running down me it's fixed my oil problems
>the xenos are good for something after all
>steadily marching towards the heat signatures at the base of the giant pillar
>seems to be the biggest pillar out of all of them
>walk up a small hill and get a better view
>it's an entire colony of xenos and xenos lovers
>zoom in
>the pillar is a giant elevator
>it's coming down
>man in extravagant clothing steps off, his clothes are extremely singed and smoking
>he's got some girl with him too
>and several xenos, some of them bigger than the rest
>march rapidly towards the camp, must purge everyone before taking that elevator up
Well my original plan was to have Yuri pull a gun on Inquisitor [Redacted] (who is also me) when he recognizes him for what was from his POV psyker mind rape. And Zeta would presumably defend him and we would go from there. But I guess that can wait until Zeta gets back from his mission.
Works for me. Sorry for the fuck ups. Also, had NO idea those were both you.
>be me, Colonel Farragut
>docks are overrun with civilians
>could land there, but not allowed to kill anyone unless they're threatening the post
>could probably get away with a technicality but it's best not to risk it
>the governor's mansion is a smoking crater, plus it was in the middle of the main square
>as good a place as any
>order pilot to set us down there
>check the delivery recipient
>hope it's not the planetary governor
>Deliver to: Inkblot
>top secret cargo means no return address
>fuck it, the paperwork's already fucked, whichever non-heretic walks up to us first gets dibs
>order boys to begin unloading as soon as we land, someone's got to want all the tanks we have at least.
>Be Marcus
>Commissar and Admech forces order us to move out and follow the tanks
>There's four thousand of us and they've allowed some of us to hop into chimeras
>The rest stay behind and jog until we are ordered to move infront to defend the tanks from heavy enemy fire
>Being meat shields is one of our specialties after all according to most other regiments
>Even if we've been allowed by the Admech to steal civilian vehicles most of us aren't going to do that just incase someone decides to execute us
>Notice the mine field
>Thankfully we aren't being ordered to walk into it and clear it yet
>Targets get marked by the tanks and open fire upon them
>We all follow suit proceeding to open fire with our lasguns into where the tanks are firing at
>Mines are cleared out by the tanks so w are allowed to move forward
>We move in-between the tanks and take pot shots when available before falling back behind the tanks to check our lasgun charge
>Thankfully still got enough juice to last for a bit before we'll need to recharge them
>Wonder how the rest of the 221st is holding up whilst I fire a lasgun bolt
>They'll probably be fine, I think
> Be Zeta-23
> Vox Essk to move ahead
> Think I spot dreadnought for a moment but it's gone instantly
> Condemned finishing up the first group of hostiles
> Distraction is a success, hole has been punched for rescue team
> Vox Condemned to pull back behind the tanks and move back to base for the next deployment, start rolling tanks backwards in a semblance of a firing line
> Slow going since we don't want to squash any friendly infantry
> A few traitors follow but they come in range of our guns too openly
> Checking sensors, apparently the delivery for [INKBLOT] is going to the bunker
> Not sure what to make of that, but we're most of the way to base by the time it gets close to landing
> Maybe Yuri will have some ideas
> Maybe the Ordo Chronos will tell me something
> Leave the four tanks at edge of base on guard for any stragglers
> Pleased to see the rest of the regiment's tanks are basically good to go
> Maximum readiness
> Order the the regiment's techpriests to get as many of the Condemned's powerpacks recharged as possible before the next deployment
> Authorise jury rigging energy modulator to the civilian vehicles we didn't use to charge many at at a time
> Normally kind of heresy outside of extreme circumstances but I'm a magos
> Head back into base, report success on the skirmish, tell Yuri about the mysterious delivery craft which is probably landing as I speak
> tell him no updates on the dreadnought
> mention vague reports of an ork craft have been coming through the looping explorator's signal but it's not yet imminent
> Keep scanning xenos presence and movements through the shafts and vents
> Would request to double the internal sentries if they weren't already
> All of this is delivered in about fifteen seconds and also sent to the briefing table's hololith
> Standby and worry over sensors
>> Think I spot dreadnought for a moment but it's gone instantly
* spot dreadnought on sensors
>Be Marcus
>We finish clearing up the first group of hostiles
>No casualties yet
>Fall back to the base after being ordered to over the vox by the Mechanicus
>Commissar keeps us set up in our four thousand strong force just incase we are needed again
>The remaining six thousand join up with us to stick together
>Techpriests come and start taking our lasgun power packs to recharge them
>Seeing as there's ten thousand of us they probably won't be able to recharge all of us
>Think I see a look of disgust on one of their faces
>They really don't like working with us much
>They'd probably have happily had us turned into servitors if they had higher authority
>Simply awaiting the next task to be voxxed to us by the higher ups
>Take my shiv out of my belt and get to sharpening, a shiv has to got to be in top condition after all
I think you’d be surprised how many people here are me. I’m not everyone, but there are A LOT of cases in both this and the previous threads of me replying to myself to maintain the illusion.
Sure thing schizo
>Be Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07
>Ready to move down into the underhive and find the dreadnought.
>Leave the recruits in the base and take the varlets and surviving Skitarii down in chimeras, following the same route we left.

>Eventually we reach the place we were ambushed and start investigating.
>One of the condemned finds a body.
>Whatever killed it definitely wasn’t a radium carbine.
>Decide to follow the trail of dead bodies for now and see where it leads.
Fair enough.
>Be Tiff.
>Flying the Valkyrie over to the ruins of the governors mansion while the ground forces distract the tide of Genestealer Cultists.
>Reach the crater.
>Definitely a bunker.
>See a giant cube of what I’m guessing is adamantium with a hatch at the top sticking out of the grou— errr… lower buildings?
>Hope the agent has a way to get inside the bunker.

>Be Inquisitorial Agent Lyon Essk
>Well I certainly didn't expect this much of a turn out for rescue mission
>...They don't think I'm an Inquisitor do I?
>......Will my boss kill me if I don't correct them?
>Rescuing Ashe takes priority
>Graciously accept the support of the drunken Sister, Valkyrie pilot, and everyone else looking to lend a hand
>Let the hired help take their pick of my secret stash I brought out but not before quickly getting myself set up
>Auto shotgun, some grenades of various flavors, trusty knife I was gifted upon joining up with the boss. Some body armor. I lose the winter jacket, it's stylish but offers little protection.
>Make sure I have plenty of ammunition for my personal favorite gun, an archeotech pistol by the name of Novem Rubrum. Bought it from some possibly heretic merchant a good while back.
>I bought it at a high price.
>Last but not least a little something picked up from some of the local xenos-scum miners, a breaching explosive launcher armed with a special red-tip warhead. Our key into the bunker.
>...Or maybe if the Patriarch is still kicking at ground zero of His Most Holy and Trigger Happy Navy
>Join my compatriots on the Valkyrie
>Surprised how easy the ride is there, make it to the bunker
>Unsling the launcher and start arming it
>Not a tech-priest but life with Inquisitors teaches you how to press a few buttons
>Haven't been this nervous since first day with the Arbites
>Relay to Zeta-23 to make sure our forces stay clear of the bunker, as what I have in my hands is going to royally fuck it up
>Relay to Ace Pilot Tiff to get ready for 'choppy waters'
>Still priming the launcher...
>...Aim at the bunker
>Start relaying 15-second countdown
>I'm gonna feel this in my arms for a week
>oh and of course finalized things with the Felinids. Who wouldn't? Maybe ask their leader on a date after all is said and done.
>Be Felinid merc captain Scarlett.
>Reach the governors mansion, or I really should say crater.
>Bunker looks completely intacted though.
>Our boss opens the rear hatch and pulls out a rocket launcher and starts to count down.
>He then winks at me.
>God Emperor what did I say while I was drunk… wait…
>Didn’t this bunker JUST survive a direct hit from a fucking Ark Mechanicus?
>What does he think his rocket is gonna do?
>be Colonel Farragut
>pilot informs me the landing zone, the crater at the governor's mansion, currently has what appear to be friendlies at it
>fuck it, if they get squished it's their problem. The Administratum's post division only cares about civvies
>going through the records for this cargo has completely fried my brain
>everything except the location and delivery date is completely fucked
>I think it even says this cargo is from M37
>handwriting is so bad I can't even tell
>pilot informs me we've landed at the crater
>can't tell if we squished the friendlies or not
>ignore him, tell the boys to start unloading and securing the area
>Cargo might be a total clusterfuck but still gotta do my job
>Be Marcus
>Commissar and the Marshal ordered us to move back to the ambush location
>One of us, a man by the name of Johansson finds a body
>Leading to a trail of many other corpses all with the same wounds
>Marshal seems very interested in finding what happened
>Move up and follow the trail
>We are ordered ahead to act as shields for the Skitarii just incase of another ambush
>Johansson is muttering prayers to the Emperor to keep himself calm
>Dudes a schizophrenic that did something on his home world that he doesn't like to talk about
>Commissar won't even tell us why he's here
>Ignore it and keep moving
>be contemptor dreadnought Konos
>happily purging this foul xenos camp
>getting jumped by more xenos-like xenos but kill them all the same
>the expensively dressed man is running back towards the elevator, the girl running after him
>as it comes down a new Xenos steps off it
>a big one
>almost as big as me
>the man and the girl run onto the elevator and go back up
>the big xenos looks towards me and its head starts to
>watch as the beast starts roaring while it charges at me
>I’m also no longer in control
>as soon as the beast gets close the dreadnought punches it out of the way
>puts a good burst of fire into it too
>the beast screams so loud I hear it in my brain
>it runs off as I start to hear screams of more xenos coming towards me
>dimly wonder what that was all about
>ignore it and feel very happy that today is nothing but purging xenos
>even if that big one got away
>time to PURGE
>Be me.
>Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07.
>Continue following the trail of Genestealer Cultist corpses, there’s also a few pure strains here and their.
>Whatever did this was very thorough.
>None of them are playing dead and their haven’t been any ambushes.

>Keep following the path till we hear a lord roar followed by a smack of metal on meat and the sound of a rotary cannon firing.

”I think we’re close to the dreadnought. Ready your weapons and be prepared for anything.”
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>Be Kaptin Krunch VII
>or was it VIII?
>Sailin' through space
>Still a while till we get to the ‘oomie planet
>startin' to get a little bored
>a gretchin wanders in front of me
>krump him
>feel better
>Be Marcus
>We continue to move through the literal piles of dead Genestealers
>One man by the name of Davis says that they'd smell nicer when burning
>To the surprise of no-one he's in the regiment for arson
>Another guy named Malisson is stabbing some of the corpses with his shiv he attached to his lasgun just to make sure
>Soon we hear the sound of gun fire and a loud beastial roar
>Johansson starts muttering harder
>Saying that we are approaching a great blight against the Emperor
>See his fingers twitching at certain intervals
>Hear the order to bring up weapons
>Commissar relays it again just to drill it down further
>We ready our lasguns and proceed to move forward
>Johansson is praying to the Emperor to bless our shots so that they may surely hit true
>Still wondering what he did to end up with us
>Probably church related judging from his mutterings and constant praying

>Be Arch Magos Explorator Prime.

What is Lavender Clearance?
>Look it up in the data base.
>Think I find it.
>Get a head ache.

What is Lavender Clearance?
>Look it up in the dat—

>Console beeps before I can look into Lavender clearance.
>Ork warfleet detected warping into system near Tharss 8’s furthest moon.
>Other ark Mechanicus is nowhere to be found.
>I’m the only void asset, I can’t take on a fleet by myself.

>Orient Ark Mechanicus so right broadside faces oncoming ork fleet and left faces Tharss 8.
>Begin preparations to launch fighters and boarding crafts as well as start the rituals to warm up the heavier broadside ordinance.

>Meanwhile ready landers with Skitarii ground and air vehicles and start rituals to awaken the knights to be loaded into the drop keeps and deployed into the wastelands surrounding the hive cities.

>Wait for orks to approach.
>Another beep.
>Auspex detects the Tyranid hive fleet has started entering the the edge of the system.
>Ork fleet will still reach us first.
>Still be Arch Magos Explorator Prime
>Also arrange for ships to ferry up Skitarii recruits and maybe pick up a few varlets to add to the servitor population.

>Be plasma gun, Ryza-pattern, designation "H07-D4WG"
>Master and I are in a valkyrie along with the felinids and an inquisitorial agent
>Apparently the pilot was present on the desert world
>Wonder what she thought of it as a pilot
>Start wondering if I can be fired at other aircraft
>As I am in deep philosophical thought, suddenly feel a bump
>We've landed
>Master and allies start taking up positions as I hear a countdown from the agent
>Looks like we're doing a breach and clear of some bunker with quite the breaching method
>Heating up with excitement and anticipation
>Still getting acquainted with master, so not quite sure how she's feeling about this
>Hope she's as excited as I am
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>Be captain Ortland of the Baleful Punishment
>The ship is mostly a floating prison for the 221st
>Some armaments but not a strike cruiser or battle barge level of fire power
>The Baleful Punishment after all is only a sword class frigate
>Spot the Ark Mechanicus in the distance orienting itself
>Tell the Comms operator to try and open a vox link to the Ark Mechanicus to establish what's going on
>All we know for sure is that we've got an impending Tyranid fleet inbound and I don't think sending some of my armsmen to board it is a very good idea
>I could probably use some of my transport ships to act as less effective gun ships but that'll make getting the 221st back up take longer once this is over
>Grit my teeth in frustration as I watch more and more Armsmen get loaded up and ready for any boarding actions via the ships security cams
>Additionally servitors and prisoners not fit for use in the regiment are readying up the laser batteries for a fight
>Awaiting for a link to be established, Comms operator sweating nervously at what kind of response we might get
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> Be Zeta-23
> Techpriests say they managed to get the powerpacks for the majority of the condemned charged up
> Sensors detect Explorator and Sword-class frigate preparing for something
> Guess the Arch-Magos found the exit on that loop
> Can't see dreadnought on sensors but do detect some xenos dying on the lower levels to something that's not skitarii
> Try to relay this to Gamma Mu 07 but not sure if it gets through
> Hive layers are tricky like that but maybe it routes through the skitarii's augments
> See that delivery is arriving as Essk is getting ready to do something to the bunker
> Something about tanks?
> Let Yuri know, maybe he can promote some gunners to drivers or tank commanders and get the condemned on the guns
> Maybe some of the condemned were tankers before they got condemned, who knows
> Try to access hive security cameras but the network is a mess
> Only manage to access a few at security strongpoints rather than real coverage
> but I can work with this, sensors are my thing
> Keep sending updates on the conditions on the ground to the Baleful Punishment and the Explorator as well as everyone else
>Be me.
>Arch Magos Explorator Prime.
>Receive comms request from one Sword Class know as the Baleful Punishment.
>Speak with a Captain Ortland.
>Wants to know what is going on?
>Give him the sensor cords of the approaching ork fleet by Tharss 8’s furthest moon and inform him of the Tyranid fleet seeping into into the edge of the system.
>Recommend he prepare in whatever way he sees fit.
>Be Captain Ortland
>Request for vox link went through
>Ask what the situation is
>Get told of an Ork fleet approaching the furthest moon of the planet as well as where the Nids will be sweeping in from
>Situation just got worse in terms of decision making
>Wish I kept some of the 221st up here to act as expendable breachers
>Consult with some of my officers
>Some want to send out Armsmen into the hive ships themselves along with enough explosives to cripple the ships
>Some want to use our transport vessels onboard as gun ships
>Get an idea
>It's extremely risky
>Plan is to use the Baleful Punishment and a combination of gun ships to preform strafing runs with weapons batteries
>One of the officers, a much older guy says that the former Captain Ahab once pulled that off when the Baleful Punishment used to just be part of a battlefleet
>The plan seems set
>Order over the vox for pilots to get into the transports, weapon usage is authorised
>This will take great piloting skill once the fleet arrives
>Just incase we don't come back I make a call to the Commissar
>He understands and wishes us luck and to let the Emperor take control
>Order scanners to scan for when the hive fleet emerges
>All the while reports from the ground are being sent up to us
>Time to let the Baleful Punishment have her fun once again
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>Be Kaptin Krunch VIII
>Or was it IX?
>Wait, wha-
>enter the umie system
>time ta fight!
>there's only one oomie ship here
>that's not gonna be fun
>oh well, a fights a fight
>mekboy suddenly says the nids are here
>there we go, wes in for a proper fight now!
>order the fleet to head for the tyranids instead
>send some ships around to land on the planet too, we needs teef and loot
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>be brother kordred
>the uprising has begun, we shall take over this world and rise to the stars to be one with the star brethren
>my sons and daughters are fighting across the planet to squash the foul imperials
>Father says that we shall ascend to the stars soon
>everything going to plan, governor announces the uprising at the height of the Foul-Emperor's Ascension feast
>only some idiot imperials to deal with
>easy prey
>except they fight back
>except they're actually hard to kill
>except they somehow blow up the governor's mansion, destroying everything except the fallback bunker
>some robot as big as father has also awoken and is slaughtering our family in the depths
>it gets to the main sanctuary
>it's killing everyone, even the true-sons
>the cowardly governor flees back to his bunker before his work is done
>father himself comes down to deal with the robot
>his uses his star magic on it
>this evil robot is done for
>nothing happens
>father charges the robot
>it hits him and shoots him
>father screams out for his true-sons
>he runs away from the robot to me
>father is injured
>try to heal him with what I have
>ask him when the star brothers will be arriving
>Be Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07
>We make our way closer to the sounds of fighting.
>Shinning our lights on buildings that haven’t seen the sun in millennium and are freshly splattered with xeno hybrid blood and bullet holes.
>We finally reach a massive chamber with an elevator shaft in the middle.

>On top of a massive pile of copses we witness the awesome sight of the ancient dreadnought engaging the patriarch in combat.

Our Faces When
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>Be Marcus Scumbag, Penal Legionnaire of the 221st Penal Regiment
>We move closer to the sound of the fighting
>Johansson at this point is stumbling over his words with how many prayers he's letting out
>Flashlights attached to the Admech forces show us just how chaotic this battle zone was
>Arriving at a massive chamber we bear witness to the Dreadnought fighting the xenos scum whilst wading through the masses of dead
>That's when we hear additional screams
>The large xenos also runs off after taking a fair amount of smacks and bullets into it's body
>The sight causes Johansson to become excited and jubilant seeing it as a clash between titans
>Can see him hyped to kill more xenos scum
>As are we
>Bring it on Alien Scum
>Your no match for the Scum of the Imperium
>For we are the Condemned with not much left to lose
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>contemptor dreadnought Konos
>the big xenos has run away
>nothing can stand against the might of Dorn’s finest
>auspex picking up signals approaching from all directions
>one cluster extremely close
>right behind me in fact
>turn around
>group of humans and a couple robots
>they haven’t fired on me so they must be friendly
>walk over to say hello
>let out a big BWAAAWM sound instead
>Be Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07
>The xenos scum flees before the light of mankind into the safty of the darkness.
>All of the Skitarii and a few of the convicts are singing prayers and clapping.
>Stepping into the light my heart sinks as I realize just how badly damaged the dreadnought really is.

>Rusted joints, exposed wires, leaking fluids, countless scratches from rending claws.
>His entire body is covered in so many scratches and rust it’s impossible to tell what chapter he once belonged to before getting trapped down here.
>Assuming his neural interface is 100% functional he must be in unimaginable agony from the feedback, or even possibly from his mortal bodies presumably also failing life support.
>I can not stress enough how much of a genuine miracle of the Machine God that something like this is still able to move, much less successfully fend off a Genestealer Patriarch.

>It let’s out a loud garbled noise that bursts the ear drums of most people without auditory augments.
>Many of the varlets fall on the ground clutching their bleeding ears, while the Skitarii just keep singing prayers in binary.

>I slowly approach with my hands up to show I mean no harm and see if my servo skull can at least repair his voice box so we may talk.
>Be Marcus
>With the Xenos fleeing some of us begin to clap and pray
>Of course Johansson is praying the hardest out of all of us
>He thinks that the Emperor himself sent us this dreadnought to us as a watchful guardian
>Damn that schizophrenia really effects him
>I look over to see the Marshal sort of inspecting the damage on the Dreadnought
>Things battered to high heaven
>Rustier than the canteen spoons on the Baleful Punishment
>Our ones anyway
>Then the Dreadnought let's out a loud fog horn bellow
>We all immediately feel ringing in our ears
>Johansson meanwhile prays harder
>Apparently not even being nearly deafened will stop his religious tendencies
>Simply stare out as the Marshal goes towards the Dreadnought
>Also see the Commissar pressing a finger against his bionic eye
>Can't make out what he's saying though
>Be Contemptor Konos
>One of the humans soldiers is approaching me
>he has a servo skull with him
>it starts fiddling with the speakers
>also tries to interface with my systems
>Voicebox: RESTORED
>Try to speak
>Be Marcus
>I clean out my ears of blood and start helping out some of the others with their bleeding ears problem
>Once the problem is somewhat sorted
>I look back towards the Marshal and the Dreadnought
>Seems like it's vocal systems are back seeing as it just identified one of our forces
>Want to go up and introduce myself but that might be a bad idea
>Plus he's an Astartes, he'd probably view us with disgust for being criminals
>The Commissar walks towards me and tells me and two thousand other men to sweep the surrounding area for hostiles whilst the Mechanicus sort out the Dreadnought
>Confirm that I understand my objective
>The Commissar then approaches the Dreadnought and Marshal
>He stands to attention and salutes the Dreadnought
>His one un-augmented eye still fierce as he stares at the Dreadnought
>I decide to gather up that two thousand force, taking the ones who have recovered from the ear bleeding experience
>Leave the rest to defend the area
>Begin to march out to sweep the area for any signs of potential cultists in the area
>Kind of wishing I had the Naval Armsmen's shield and shotgun for this objective
>Would have made this a hell of a lot more safer for us
>Break the two thousand force into two one thousand groups to split up and sweep
>wait, wasn't it VIII?
>briefly wonder what that single 'umie ship is doin
>message from Lootenant Darkteeth
>send message back
>Be Captain Ortland
>Ork and Tyranid fleet just arrived
>Orks immediately went charging straight towards the nids with some smaller vessels being sent towards the planet
>Grant the gunships the go ahead to launch
>I have one hundred gunships total
>Seeing as the green skins are targeting the Nids I'll have to worry about their attack ships targeting the Baleful Punishment
>Order 75 out of the one hundred to target the Ork attack ships b-lining it for the planet whilst the remaining 25 will assist the Baleful Punishment in our strafing runs and to ward off any Ork attack craft
>Order the crew to move towards the xenos battle
>The Baleful Punishment begins her charge
>Comms and generators humming gently as we begin to move up followed by our gunships
>Upon getting closer, I order the ship to begin circling maneuvers around the Xenos Fleets
>Once cleared I order the laser batteries to start firing
>The Baleful Punishment's guns hum as they begin to fire out at the Xenos Fleets
>Ordered them to fire at either the Orks or the Nids
>Get on the PA system and alert the Armsmen on board for potential Ork breaches should the Green skins decide to target us
>All the while I'm glaring out into space from my command desk
>We won't let these vile scum dare trespass upon our glorious vessel
> Be Zeta-23
> Monitoring situation in space as best I can while keeping track of the situation on the ground
> Looks like the orks have found the nids
> Looks like some of the orks and nids are splitting off and making for the planet but the Baleful Punishment and Explorator are taking care of most of those
> Not as fucked as I thought we would be
> Relay locations of likely impacts to ground units, alert the Valhallan AA
> Ask Yuri what else to do
> Also ask Inquisitor [REDACTED] if the Ordo Chronos has any advice that isn't censored
> Not like he's sober enough to be much help but maybe he already did something in the future
>Be Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07.
>Watch as my servo skull repairs the dreadnoughts voice.
>As it works I briefly wonder if the marine inside is Machine Touched.
>Would explain how his chassi was still functional, but not exactly something a marine would know about.
>As it works the commissar orders his men to sweep the area for potential hostiles.
>I send a message for my Skitarii to do the same.
>The dreadnought whispers, It speaks!
>And once more he recognizes the symbol on my chest.
>My servo skulls auto repair function is enough to restore the voice box and I let out a quick binaric prayer of thanks.
>But for most of the other stuff we’d need a forge world to restore it.

>I start questioning the dreadnought;
“Who are you? What is the last thing you remember? Do you know where you are?”
H07-D4WG here. Don't mean to sound impatient, but I'm not quite sure how to expand on the bunker action, and I think anon controlling the Inquisitorial agent has something in mind. Anyone else in that theatre have any suggestions?
I’ll take over, have no idea what he was planning but I have a few of my own ideas. Truth be told I was also getting a bit impatient.

>Be me.
>We manage to get the bunker open and Tiff lands us.
>We enter.
>Inside doesn’t look like a bunker at all.
>It looks like someone’s mansion, with marble pillars, wallpaper, portraits of past governors, and tables with vases.

>No sign of guards or alarms yet.
>Place is pitch black so we rely on our flashlights and stay on guard.
>Who knows what kind of surprises a man like him has in a place like this?
Imperial post here, we landed right on top of the bunker with our gigantic mystery box cargo for a reason. I'm just waiting for someone to do something.

Inquisitorial Agentman here. Sorry, been busy with work. Yay being corpo scum irl. Give me a minute and I'll get some stuff written up rq.

>be Inquisitorial Agent Lyon Essk
>15 seconds were up a bit ago
>tried waiting for friendlies to clear the area but things are going to Hell fast
>Nids are apparently about to show up
>Orks from nowhere beat them here first
>Have had enough waiting, was honestly also unsure if this thing was gonna kill us all
>The launcher is nothing too special but the rigged warhead is another matter
>hold down the trigger after target is locked, warhead fires off to the bunker
>a few meters before impact warhead splits apart
>a trio of vortex grenades are propelled against our adamantine-clad target
>holes in reality blink and roat and rip into the structure
>hope no servants of the Dark Gods use this to show up
>maybe the heretics would kill each other...
>Bunker is wide open now, pieces missing look cleanly cut, along with anything on the other side
>Almost unreal looking
>Set launcher down onto the floor of the Valkyrie
>relay for us to get brought in
>motion the Felinids it's time to go as I unharness myself from the Valkyrie and drop onto the ground
>approach with Scarlett and her girls
>Look inside
"What a mansion..."
>Bring shotgun to bear
>Flick on light at the end of it
>Signal to move in
>or whatever number it's supposed to be
>pretty nice of 'em to help out actually
>might pop over to say thanks once this fight is done
>da mekboys are informin' me that our fleet is gettin smaller
>but so is theirs
>also we're both headed for a crash course on the moon

>Be plasma gun, Ryza-pattern, designation "H07-D4WG"
>Master and I start entering the bunker with allies, which the inquisitorial agent so kindly opened up
>No resistance just yet
>Damn traitors won't even be nice enough to let me kill them now
>Start splitting into groups to clear the rooms
>Master and I come up to a room alongside some felinids that seems pretty reinforced
>No one has breaching charges
>Start glowing a bit to give master a hint
>Master gets the idea and starts charging me up for a powerful shot
>Can already hear the traitors screaming now
>Be Felinid merc captain Scarlett.
>Go down a maze of overly designed fancy corridors.
>If this was the kind of money he and his family threw away on a bunker, no wonder he was able to get so many regiments here.
>A few are of my mercs are distracted by some of the shinier things and pocket them.
>Come across treasuries, holo rooms, food storage, master bedrooms, kitchens, and a room the Ordo Hereticus would probably be VERY interesting in investigating, but we just close the door and agree to NEVER mention it again.

>After a while come up on pic related.
>At the top of the stairs is a massive sliding double door with a needle at the top counting up from a lower level.

>Turn off safeties and aim hotshots right at the counting down door.
>As soon as those doors open, whatever’s on the other side will be full of so much las it’ll resemble glass.

>Be Inquisitorial Agent Lyon Essk
>Watch as the Felinids and the sister with the very...spirited plasma gun loot and clear this bastion of the enemy room by room
>Maybe this is how the boss feels, scouring heretical hideouts, allies of all walks of life in tow
>Better find the governor's corpse or my boss' friend's daughter or else I am so gonna get a bolt round to the head
>Follow Scarlet
>See what she has found, looks like a lift coming up
>Join the line up, make sure shotgun is ready again
"Remember, they have a VIP we need alive..."
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>the mechanicus robot is asking me questions
>now that I'm no longer slaughtering foul xenos I'm starting to feel tired again
>do my best to answer and stay awake
>Seventh. Legion. Teeen thooouuusssaaand yeeeeeeaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrsssssss.
>be Brother Kordred
>father is alive, but not responding
>sense his confusion and rage at the humans for doing this to him, and ruining the plan
>and, something else?
>he fears for the star brothers
>aren't they coming? father?
>extreme worry.jpg
>the evil robot who hurt father is looking the other way
>help father up and support him to the elevator
>the governor and his girl have already taken the main one
>help him into the express elevator
>hope that the rest of the family is doing better than we are
>soon we'll be in the bunker and father will be safe
>Be Hydra operator Mikhail
>Drinking vodka and shooting at the occasional ork craft and nid spore
>Seems like they're cast-offs though, sky's not really as full as it should be
>Easy pickings except for the ones that are already crashing
>Trying to keep the area between the base and the bunker clear
>Tank squadron deployed around me, seeing off the occasional genestealer
>One almost gets onto the Hydra but gets boltered at the last moment
>Wonder why somebody marked "Postal Service" on the auspex has such a big lander in the crater near the bunker
>Try to keep anything from heading in that direction too
>Hostiles trace across the sky, much less of them landing but those seem to be coming from the general direction of the moon now
>Be Marcus
>Continuing to sweep the area
>We come across the odd hidden cultist but with our numbers we gun them down instantly
>Don't even think about it just gun them down
>Eventually come across a locked door
>Solidly shut
>But I want to know what's on the other side
>Pull out a frag grenade and stick it to the door
>Pull the pin and take cover
>The rest also take cover
>The door blows open and I can hear it tumbling down some stairs
>Return to the door and begin walking down the stairs, lasgun raised
>The further I go down the more light I begin to see
>Hear voices muttering about how they've broken through and to hide the youth
>Come across another door
>I knock on it and wait for a response
>No response
>I knock again but decide to explain myself
"We are here to search for any civilians, do not be afraid. I'm coming in now"
>Open the door and see into the room
>Inside is what looks like members of a gang as well as mother's holding children who range from what I can guess to be three months to four years old
>The Gangers aim their weapons at me but I keep my hand away from the trigger to de-escalate things between us
"We have Guard and Mechanicus forces dealing with the situation. It's okay, now can you tell me what happened to cause you all to be locked down here and miss the transports that would have gotten you all safe"
>They tell me that this area was practically near over run by the Cult and that they barely got down into this basement bunker
>Get a vox caster passed to me
>Begin relaying to the Commissar what we've found
>Orders me to bring them back to the main base, the Gangers will be part of the 221st whilst the women and children will be kept safe
"Copy that sir"
>Begin leading the civilians out of the area back to the Commissar
>Wonder how the other squad is doing with their sweeping operation
>Be Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07
>The dreadnought says he’s 10,000 years old.
>This is amazing!
>That means he was around when the Omnissiah walked the galaxy in mortal form.
>Perhaps he even got to meet him.
>Before I can ask follow up questions the dreadnought suddenly falls onto its back with a loud thud that shakes the caver.

>Open up a panel to see what I can repair.
>Quickly go through my memories of the data smiths repairing Castellans.

>Call two Skitarii over.
>Tell them my plan.
>They agree.
>Shoot them both in the head with my Radium Serpenta.
>Start canibalizing parts from them for the Dreadnought.
>Be Captain Ortland
>The circle around and fire continuously tactic seems to be working
>The 25 attack crafts defending the ship from boarding parties extremely well
>A few are getting picked off however, the 25 will reduce over time
>We aren't losing as many as the Orks and Nids however
>Probably because the Orks are letting the Nids board them to engage in scraps
>Get reports from the 75 attack craft that they've taken down a large majority of the Xenos drop vessels descending towards the planet but some have breached into the atmosphere
>Order them to return to the Baleful Punishment and assist the others
>Bolstering my forces further
>Void shields holding steady
>Laser batteries continuously firing
>I get informed that the Orks are trying to lead us towards a moon to crash
>Order the crew to keep the circle maneuver but make it get tighter so we avoid the moon
>We've still got another job after this and I'm not losing this vessel to a moon
>Be Dreadnought Konos
>feeling so tired...
>feel a dull thud in the back of my head
>oh... that hasn't happened before
>feel some faint pricks all over my...body?
>I begin to faintly think in this strange state
>10,000 years old. What am I?
>I have lain in this tomb for 10 millennia, in this living death from which there is no rest but forgetful oblivion
>so many lifetimes of men have passed me by
>How much has the galaxy changed?
>What remains of the sons of Dorn?
>What has been done with the Emperor's glorious Imperium?
>I feel the corrosion of the years eating at me
>Ten Thousand years and I know nothing
>oh, thank you
>who said that?
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>Be Seer Delwyn of Iyanden
>Not a Farseer, just a regular Seer, unfortunately
>Leading Ranger Team Wind-2, all six of us
>We've got me, Lemallyn, Eralia, Laering, Idrontie and Greg
>So, story goes that the Fareer gets a vision, as they do
>Says that our survival hinges on the recovery of an item and it's vitally impotant blah blah blah
>Sorta fell asleep during the lecture but the short is, there's a hard drive we need to swipe from this Imperial's bunker
>Why do the Imperials have to keep all their information on vellum and hard discs instead of the cloud like everyone else?
>Should have just been a quick in and out, five minute adventure
>Much longer than that later, we're lost in this bunker's maze
>Not only that, but the planet is in the midst of a full Genestealer rebellion AND Ork attack.
>Damn nids, we just can't get enough of them over here
>So, naturally, we just avoided the fighting and snuck in
>The Imperials outside still looked to be trying to get in when we found a vent grate
>Good, less interference down here is better
>Place is dark, power must have failed
>No matter, we have other ways of seeing in the dark
>Now, where in the Warp is this server room in all this underground opulence?
>Wait, are those torch beams?
>Quick, hide!
>Are they Imperials breaching the bunker or someone belonging to the Governor?
>Fates get bad reception down here, it seems
>Just let them go past, then we keep looking
>Rather not get into another firefight today
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>Be plasma gun
>Breaching, clearing, and killing is going well
>Meet minimal resistance, but that's fine with me since Master and I get a kill each time
>Traveling to another room, when suddenly I feel like we're being watched
>Also feel a sudden anger taking over me
>Vent a bit in frustration, but control myself so I don't harm master
>One of the felinids was too close again, but this time complained to my master to keep me under control
>I haven't been this angry since that one Eldar tried to kill my previous master and his squad back in the chimera on that desert world
>Get a little sad remembering my previous master, which cancels out some of my anger
>Don't think on it any further; perhaps that fall from earlier messed something up a little and it just flared up
>Doubt that the Eldar are behind this, let alone here
>Hopefully we can get some time later for the enginseer to teach master more about my maintenance
>Be hydra operator mikhail
>Skies are mostly clear
>Holding this area to keep the path to the bunker clear
>Tearing through the occasional squad of hostile infantry with autocannons
>Tanks send a light vehicle or two right to the warp
>Waiting for further orders from Yuri but we're probably holding here for a while
>Not sure why command doesn't find us an officer between deployments but I'm not complaining
>Yuri doesn't make us do suicidal charges into hostile gunlines
>We haven't had any new superheavies in a while though
>Idly wonder what the postman has while turning some stealers and traitors into paste
>Be Colonel Farragut of the imperial post
>We've unloaded almost everything, now we have a battalion's worth of tanks just sitting around
>the secret cargo still needs to be unloaded
>nobody, not one person has shown up to investigate what's going on
>is nobody seriously interested in free tanks in the midst of a genestealer uprising?
>the situation is growing more ridiculous by the minute
>pilot informs me that there's now a hive fleet and orks battling it out in orbit
>he's picking up a lot of weird signals from the bunker underneath
>he really thinks we should be leaving
>The post must be delivered
>fuck this.jpg
>grab a copy of the paperwork
>order the boys to start painting giant FREE TANKS signs everywhere
>wander off towards the fortifications we noticed when landing, there should be someone who can sign off this delivery over there
>the first imperial I find will be taking control of the packages
>at gunpoint, if necessary
>Be hydra operator mikhail
>Postman approaching with a gun in one hand and papers in the other between skirmishes
>Get out of hydra while we reload, offer him vodka
>Told to sign form
>Try to tell him to talk to Sergeant Yuri or maybe tech-comrade Zeta but he orders me to sign the form and take the tanks so he can offload the other thing
>Notice Colonel insignia and shaking pistol hand
>Sign form quick as escaping Valhallan ice-weasel
>Ask what he means about tanks
>And what is the other thing

>Da fight's going well
>Both us and the 'nids fleets are half the size as we started
>dere's boys all inside their space monsters
>dere's nids all inside our ships
>the only way this fight could be better is if there were more of them
>the humies are doing okay with their teensy thing, but they keep hittin our ships every now and then. need to talk to them about that once we're done.
>da mekboys inform me we're all on a collision course with the moon
>grin a brutally cunning grin
>think up a cunningly brutal plan
man the OP made this seam (xD) like a fun thread but it devolved quickly
>Be Captain Ortland
>Fleets are decreasing in size
>I'm slowly losing air craft
>We don't stop circling around
>Alarms start ringing
>The Orks flagship turns around and begins to accelerate
>Immediately order the Baleful Punishment to stop the current maneuver and to fall back from whatever the hell the Orks are planning
>I think they are still trying to get us to crash the Baleful Punishment into the moon
>Can't allow that
>If I do that planet is stuck with ten thousand criminals in its populace that might get some ideas to run into the underhives
>Have to halt the laser batteries for now whilst we prepare the evasive maneuver
>Begin to pull it off
>Pray to the Emperor that the Orks weren't planning on driving right into us and going for the main hive ship
>Be lunar base anti-lander defense
>Orks approaching
>Nids there too
>Imperial ship whittling them away
>Finally, some action!
>Scramble everything
>It's only a few missile stations and a couple hydras but still
>The orks turn around
>Be Felinid Mercenary Nyan Mc Fluffy
>Currently exploring/looting the governor’s richly decorated bunker
>Everything is full of sculptures, paintings, and gold plating
>Too bad most of it is too big to discretely loot
>Still, lots of small stuff to grab though, loose coins, a gold plated quill, gold monocle, gold regicide piece, gold dice, gold cutlery, not to mention some small items from that disturbing orgy room
>These stupid leotards have no pockets, but I manage to slip a number of things into my boots, down my top, and into empty pockets on my combat webbing
>End up lagging behind the main assault party due to excessive looting, but luckily there isn’t too many genestealer cultists down here, and most of them are poorly equipped and are foolishly focusing their efforts to stall the assault party by attacking them head on
>Realize I am getting a bit far from the main group though and cut through a poorly maintained service corridor to catch up
>Weird, it almost smells like Eldar down here...
>Be Seer Delwyn
>That's a plasma gun
>That's a very threatening looking plasma gun
>Crude as they are, being in an enclosed space with a human plasma cannon would be Very Bad For All Involved and we're outnumbered anyway
>Has he seen us?
>I'm not sure
>He's looking at uuuuuussssss
>Fortunately, he doesn't investigate and moves on
>Big sigh of relief, our cover is intact!
>About to step back out when more footsteps, this time from the other way
>Eralia starts recanting a few bars over comms from what I assume to be some old human song
>She gets to singing something about "if he hears, he'll knock all day" before being psychically shushed five times
>Grab them on my mark - one, two, three~!
>A couple of seconds later, the hallway is empty and we have one struggling mon'keigh
>By the feel of it, they're a female, not in the raggedy dress of cultists, in possession of a fluffy tail and ears.....
>Wait, what?
>Last I remember, humans weren't supposed to have fluffy ears and tails
>Put aside the plans to snap their neck for the moment
>Manhandling them like this actually feels a little inappropriate
>Everyone starts bickering about what to do with them
>Cut it out you five, we're still in enemy territory with a mission to do
>Isha's sakes, this is why you all washed up down here in Wind-II
>No, Idrontie, you may not pet their ears, you don't know where that thing's been
>Wait, who was supposed to be keeping an eye on the human?
>What do you mean, me?
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>During the fighting, a large Tyranid bioship is destroyed, and its lifeless body crashes onto the moon.
>It hits the ground hard, and in doing so breaks open a underground vault, which causes it to send its signal.

>Be Overlord Nebnuru
>Known as the mental fortress, as I have not lost any of my sanity or memories due to parts of my mind awakening at different times.
>Suddenly receive a signal saying a vault has been breached.
>Oh that's were I hid my favorite artifacts
>I knew that all along of course, as I don't forget things, ever.
>Assemble a good amount of warships and ground forces, I do have to remind whoever broke into the vault that I am their superior.

>Arrive in the sector aboard my Tomb Ship, The Will of the Mighty, being escorted by a fleet of lesser ships.
>And what do I find
>The bugs
>and orks
>and humans
>I will not be denied my own artifacts by insects, barbarians, and a combination of both.
>Order my forces to engage all targets, while getting us closer to the moon the signal came from.
>Be Captain Ortland
>Well fuck Necron ships just broke into the sector
>Immediately vox to the Ark Mechanicus as well as all ground forces that Necrons have just entered the sector
>The Baleful Punishment and it's attack crafts really won't be able to attack that fleet
>We'll need the Ark Mechanicus' guns to do most of the work on the Necrons
>The Necron fleet is approaching
>Order the crew to preform evasive maneuvers as well as order attack craft to fall back
>Grip my power sword tight as I stare at the Necron flag ship
>There's no way a Sword class frigate is taking that thing and it's fleet on
>Hope to the Emperor that ground forces finish up soon
>I could really do with having some disposable scum to send into those ships as boarding teams
>Armsmen are more valuable than prisoners after all
>Because we are surrounded on all fronts, I order the laser batteries to fire even as we evade the other ships just to try and do something
>It's all up to the Ark Mechanicus at this point
>Be Felinid Mercenary Nyan Mc Fluffy
>Minding my own business running through the service tunnel to catch up with my group...
>Then yoink! Get grabbed by several beings worth of hands and pulled into a small, lightless sideroom
>Try biting the one over my mouth, but it has got some weird tasting armor
>As I squirm around, I catch glimpses of figures standing around me
>I am definitely outclassed, but at least it is not genestealers or drukhari
>Hands continue to poke and grab me for a bit, almost like they have never encountered a felinid before and weren’t sure if any of my body parts are fake (humans do this too)
>The second the Eldar seem to lose interest in me, I dive into an open vent and squirm my way into the next room
>Fun facts about felinids, we are quick, acrobatic, can see in the dark, and can fit into really tight places
>Still surprised I got away with it though, those Eldar must have been hopelessly incompetent or impossibly overconfident
>Or maybe letting me escape is part of their plan...
>No point in overthinking it though, I should get back to the main group as soon as possible to warn them about the Eldar
>Damn vox-bead doesn’t seem to work in this room
>Should I try to squirm my way through another vent, or risk going out into the service corridor
>Decisions, decisions...
>Be arch Magos Explorator Prime
>Finally finish ritual to fire the main cannon into the ork flag ship only to see its about to crash into the moon.
>Also the Tyranids and orks have mostly taken care of eachother.
>Just then a Necron fleet warps in.
>Baleful Punishment pulls back it did an admirable job but only so much a sword class can do.
>Deploy dropkeeps, Skitarii reinforcements, and Skitarii fliers and vehicles to Tharss 8 before disengaging from the planet’s gravity well.
>Fire main cannon at the Necron flag ship.
>A beam of pure white holy energy cuts through the void.

Sorry it took me so long to respond. I was IP banned.
>Be Colonel Farragut
>Searching for someone, anyone, to sign off on the delivery
>There's a hydra operator taking a break over there
>walk over to him
>he offers me vodka
>Shove the papers in his face and tell him to sign
>Sign the fucking paper!
>he takes it and signs
>give him the receipt
>You are hereby the responsible owner of delivery order 93713-A, all liability is transferred from Imperial Administratum Post to you, have a good day.
>He asks what the delivery is
>A bunch of tanks, leman russes, baneblades, the usual. Crew not included.
>And something marked top secret, it's all yours now.
>Good day
>Wander off back to the ship to make sure everything's been unloaded and we can get out of here
>the post has been delivered
>Be Hydra operator Mikhail
>Colonel Postman is very frustrated and talks so fast he leaves without even taking any vodka
>But I think I just got promoted to baneblade driver
>Ride Hydra to crater as fast as possible
>Baneblades, russes, something top secret
Blessed are we who receive the bounty of the emperor.litany
>Climb into baneblade immediately
>My loader from hydra follows me
"By Holy Throne I have never seen such a tank..."
>I take command, he takes targetting
>Vox Sergeant Yuri and Tech-comrade Zeta
>Explain situation
>Superheavies at last!
>We are full regiment again!
Manly tears.gif
>But! We need more gunners, can promote our boys to drivers but there are too many turrets to man
>Also I am responsible for delivery 93713-A for some reason, top secret box, sure it's not as important as baneblades
>Vox penal commissar and marcus, ask them politely to send us anybody spare who can work as loader or sponson gunner
>Or we can come to them, is no bother
>Hear someone shouting about necron ship on the vox
>Realise it is from space
>Baneblade has great reception
>Vox Colonel Postman as well, warn him about necron ship
>Is least I can do
>A few of tankers from squadron are opening up top-secret crate
>Keep main gun pointed at it just in case
>Be me.
>Felinid merc captain Scarlett.
>"Remember, they have a VIP we need alive..."
>Said the agent.
>Tell squad to aim high and wide to avoid the princess.
>Wonder where Nyan Mc Fluffy is? Probably looting.
>Door opens and reveals a ball of a man clutching a young noble girl.
>9/ 10 body but 7/ 10 face.
>We all open fire on the heretic governor doing our best to avoid hitting the girl.

>Suddenly hear a rumbling clunking noise above my head.
>Look up and something covered in dust fall from the vent above me onto me.

>Once I open my eyes I’m on my back staring at what is unmistakably Nyan Mc Fluffy’s oversized ass.
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>Be plasma gun
>Master, myself, and our allies are making progress
>Apparently, our objective doesn't involve complete annihilation
>Trying to get some princess or something
>As long as master and I get to purge traitors, I'm fine with it
>Hear some orders from one of the felinids, saying to aim high
>Master might have to just outright miss and let the grazing heat to the work if this "princess" is serving as a meatshield
>Master and squad prepare to make another entrance
>Hear someone identify the princess and some fat guy
>We all gun down the fat guy, leaving his corpse a set of legs with some lower abdomen intact, based on the sound of his remains hitting the ground
>Shortly after, immediately something breaching through a vent above us
>Hear a screech that could only come from our felinid allies, as the vent grate pops open and is followed by a thud
>Wait, not one, but two thuds
>The second thud did not make a screech, but a disgustingly familiar groan
>An unmistakable aura I am all to acquainted with
>Instinctively begin readying a shot before master can pull the trigger
>Be Marcus
>Just returned to the main HQ to drop off the rescued women and children
>Immediately press the Gangers into service
>They'll be a fine part of the 221st
>Receive a vox from one of the Hydra operators
>He wants some of my fellow condemned promoted to Gunners
>Inform him that he probably doesn't actually want convicted criminals inside such blessed machines
>But hey we do technically follow the orders of people above us seeing as our rank is lower than private
>Seeing as there's 7005 Condemned at the base originally 6000 and then we turned, I vox the Commissar to relay the message
>He's silent for a bit before ordering that four thousand men are to join up with Mikhail and the tanks
>That leaves 6000 infantry men when the remaining one thousand down by the Commissar get back
>People are picked at random to go to the tanks
>I stay behind to be an infantry man
>The four thousand newly promoted force begins to move towards Mikhail's location
>Vox to him that they are on their way to his location
>I decide to take one thousand men back out to the Commissar's location leaving 2000 men to defend the base
>Be newly promoted baneblade commander Mikhail
>Receive many infantry from base for guns plus some valhallans for drivers and commanders
>Still some infantry left over to act as support
>Condemned are very surprised to be allowed on the tanks, but we need men
>Takes a while but we get everybody mounted up
>Leave some tanks to open top secret crate, guard crater
>Rest of us ride out to enemy hotspots
>Moving to support our allies where they are engaged then moving on immediately before enemy can swarm tanks
>Keeping eye out for necrons
>Be Captain Ortland
>The Ark Mechanicus finally finishes its rituals
>Watch as the main gun fires out towards the Necron Flag Ship
>It's a sight to behold as we pull out from the engagement
>The white light of the Omnissiah shall purge the fleet
>See the crew beginning to pray
>I join in with the prayers
>Attack craft have regrouped near us
>Tell them to hold steady until the Ark Mechanicus finishes its firing sequence
>Begin scanning to see how much of the Necron fleet is left for us to try and deal with
>The Xenos scum will be punished under our baleful gazes
>be me
>head scribe on Imperial depot world
>hiding under my table
>there are several custodes standing outside my door
>hope they’re not here for my loyal servo skull
>my assistant is trying to guide them away
>poke my head up a few minutes later
>they’re gone
>poke my head out the door
>my assistant still has his head attached
>ask what they wanted
>oh they wanted to know where you sent that top secret cargo a few weeks ago
>that’s all?
>walk to my drinks cabinet and pop out a bottle of the old M40’
>think I’ll try downing the whole bottle
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>Be Seer Delwyn
>Isha's tits, I'm surrounded by mon'keigh!
>See and hear the clatter of the vent grate
>They're getting away!
>Soon the entire Imperium will know we're here
>Someone's going to need to go after them before they raise the alarm
>No, arachnophobia isn't an excuse to dive in after them
>Fine, we'll draw straws, how does that sound?
>Everyone take one
>Wait, hold up, that's my fake set for winning bets
>Right, we'll use these bits of cut wire here
>It had to be me, didn't it?
>My transponder's on the commbead, follow in the corridors after me
>They can't be far, surely?
>Them being so far ahead must surely be from their cat physiology and not my fault
>Still, they've left a big trail in the dust on the duct floors
>I hear them up ahead, I must be gaining somehow
>Having well-trained reflexes and lithe build means we must be a match for the cat-human ("mon'kat"?)
>There, I see them!
>Hey, I wonder if this--
>Something snaps above and the whole vent duct tilts down towards the grate at the end
>.....vent will support both our weights
>The cat-human goes flying out of the end and lands on top of someone
>Damn these smooth metal walls!
>Slide right out of the end as well and land on top of both of them
>Furry appendages confirms that this is indeed the cat-human and seemingly another of them
>Look around
>There's Imperials everywhere having a gunfight
>A plasma gun is thrust in my face
>Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!
>Surreptitiously check the personal holomap
>Now would be a good time, you five
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>Be Overlord Nebnuru the Mental Bastion
>Fleet begins enganging the Tyranid and Ork ships closest too us
>The Will of the Mighty has now gotten close enough to the moon.
>Begin sending down ground forces to secure a position for me.
>I, of course, will personally lead the expedition to the artifact vault
>While waiting for the all clear, I look out towards the human ships
>All I see is blinding light racing towards us.
>So that's what my cryptek was yelling at me about.
>Suddenly everything goes white.
>The Will of the Mighty has taken major damage.
>And some of the ships nearby have been completely destroyed.
nowItsAMatterOfPride.tomb ship
>Give the order to begin firing at the Ark Mechanicus
>Lighting arcs and Particle whips shoot their energy across the blackness of space.
>Be lunar base anti-lander defense commander
>Dead nidship crashed almost on top of us a few minutes ago
>Now there's fucking necrons
>Everything goes too bright to see
>Necron ship took damage from the mechanicus ship
>Keep firing at landers
>Be Captain Ortland
>Necron fleet has taken considerable damage from the Ark Mechanicus
>They are starting to fire back
>Time to get the Baleful Punishment back involved
>Order attack craft to preform gun runs with us
>Tell the sergeant at arms to ready Armsmen for boarding actions
>At first I was hesitant but now we have to do this
>He announces to the Armsmen to get ready to board the Necron ship
>Gun runs from the attack craft begin against the crippled fleet as the Baleful Punishment begins to speed towards the Necron fleet
>Laser batteries start opening fire as I glare at the flagship
>You'll be punished for even daring to exist Xenos scum
>The Baleful Punishment weaves through the fire as I feel my grip on my sword get tighter
>Pray to the Emperor to guide my Armsmens' shots and to protect them when they board the flag ship
>They are going to need it
>Be newly promoted baneblade commander Mikhail
>Tearing through the occasional genestealer and ork but necrons starting to land
>I find a path using parade route
>Little else will admit glorious baneblades
>Direct tanks in circuit around base and crater
>We blast through several landing sites without stopping
>Stationary tank is dead tank
>Moving tank is glorious fury of valhalla
>Necrons barely manage to get a fix on us
>By the time they see the first line the second and third are firing
>By the time they see the second the fourth has run them down
>Shiny new russ tanks include some Executioners while others have plasma sponsons
>Baneblades are more than holding their own
Ready to unleash eleven barrels of hell.wav
>Baneblade's tactical display shows runes
>The Adeptus Custodes wants to know your location
>By holy throne...
>More reinforcements!
>To think, this was to be a routine parade deployment!
>Send them location, honored at thought of fighting alongside such legendary figure
>Note the crater as Imperial-held LZ but might be a bit hot with hostile air
>Going up hive-ramp, call for fire reflexively at something in sky
>Baneblade engine roars its triumph as Necron craft spins into building
>Might have to re-use tactic!
>Be Naval Breacher Jermak Stokerson
>Aboard Selachian, readying to breach a Necron ship
>Allegedly the mechanicus have it distracted or damaged or something and we can enter through where something used to be
>Clearly a suicide mission but I wasn't born into the navy to live forever
>Recite litany of firepower over my meltagun as we launch
>Recite swears as we make it into the ship
>Hostiles aren't on us immediately but it's sure to be quick
>Start looking for something important to melt, and fast
>See necron ahead of us
>Panic but he (it?) hasn't seen us
>Necron walks into a glowy green thing between some weird metallic bits and disappears
>Shieldbearer covers me while I fire melta at the metallic bits and pray
>wot is going on with that
>the brutally cunning plan is nearly done
>the Boyz have sailed around the entire planet to get behind the tyranid fleet
>the tyranid fleet that is stuck between the planet's moon and a bunch of necrons
>didn't really expect the robo men, but it means they get to enjoy da fight too
>Be Felinid Mercenary Nyan Mc Fluffy
>Decide to crawl through the vent, even though it is much longer than expected and seems to go under, rather than into the room I am trying to get to
>This will delay any warning to the main group, but at least will be the last thing the Eldar expect
>Vent is old and frail and smells like asbestos, I think I am in the ceiling of the level below now
>Suddenly the vent crumbles and I am falling into a firefight!
>Fall into a large ornate room
>Manage to make a decent landing, but knock over someone in the process
>Sigh, it is Scarlett, there goes my bonus pay
>Weird, I though I was on the same floor as her, the main group must have split at some point
>Look around, the mixed Imperial group has apparently killed something important, judging by the large pile of steaming offal by the stairs, but I don’t have time to investigate further as something lands hard on my back
>One of the Eldar must have followed me through the vent and fallen somehow!
>Good thing Eldar are featherweights otherwise she would have broken my spine
>Shake the Eldar off and leap with all four limbs to get clear of the inevitable flood of firepower no doubt about to hit the Eldar
>Scarlett will come to a similar conclusion and get clear herself
>Scarlett’s band may frown on friendly fire, but most other Imperials would consider a dozen of their own dead for a single Eldar to be more than a fair trade...
>Be Captain Ortland
>Successfully drop off Navy breachers into the main Necron Flagship
>I order the Baleful Punishment to pull out now that we've got men in there
>Vox operator tells the men inside that we'll be coming back for them once we secure space fully
>See the Orks flying back
>They intend to ram is into the moon
>Fuck no I'm not letting that happen
>Order all attack craft and laser batteries to fire upon the Ork ship
>Can't let it crash onto the planet otherwise the Ark Mechanicus will have just had it's Skitarii and other valuable troops eliminated upon landing on the moon
>The Baleful Punishment's laser batteries fire out in glee at its hated foes as I order for more fire power to cripple the Orks
>Can't send a breaching team on it because of its current plan and I already have breaching teams dealing with the Necrons
>We'll just have to keep firing until the Ork Flagship cannot move fast enough to where it can cause a crash into the moon
>Or until our Laser Batteries run out of juice
>For the Emperor, let the scum be purged
>Be Breacher Jermak Stokerson
>Melting the glowing thing worked but the necrons are NOT happy about it
>Fending off Necrons with melta while shieldbearer struggles to keep shield up
>Demo is planting charges as we receive word that the Baleful is swinging about
>Vox all teams to plant charges on anything important and clear out
>If the Emperor wills it we'll do enough damage to take it down or open her up for a killshot
>Shieldbearer final goes down to a swarm of what look like metal spiders, still screaming as he falls
>Demo looks half his leg to some kind of bastard green laser as he runs back to me
>Grant Shieldbearer the emperor's peace and drag screaming Demo back to the Selachian as the rest of us keep firing
>Other squad barely makes it
>Necrons try to follow us in but pilot fires the hull-breaching meltas as we detach
>There's a lot of us detaching, but no idea if it'll be fast enough
>First Ork ship approaches, not moving entirely straight
>It's damaged, half-way dead from the Baleful Punishment's lasers
>It's between us and the Baleful Punishment
>It's drifting into position for an engine kill
>Emperor help me
>At least it's not the flagship
>Make ready for another breach
>Looted escort-class vessel of indeterminate model but the gun decks should be in the usual place
>Planted explosives on Necron ship go off behind us
>Not sure of the results
>Not my problem right now
>Hope everyone made it off or at least out of range of their bombs
>Combine short squads, I'm in charge again somehow
>Recite the litany of accuracy over meltagun
>Charge immediately on breach
>Right into the gun deck
>We took their loaders by surprise but keeping the macrocannons offline will take more than a lucky breach
>One of the newer breachers is nervous. >"What can two squads do against an entire ship?"
"If it comes to it, we detonate as many macrocannon rounds as we can see, Armsman."
u ded bro?
Not dead, just haven’t been able to post in a while. Also lost track of what was going on.

>Be sergeant Yuri.
>Wake up from hang over.
>After all the commanders, tech priests, and commissars started to argue with eachother over “who’s REALLY in charge, who goes where, when to deploy who, who goes on the front lines” I decided to hang out by the bar for a bit and get sloshed.

>From what I’ve picked up, Nids have started to make planet fall.
>Ark Mechanicus deployed Skitarii reinforcements and knights into the wasteland.
>Orks and Necrons have arrived but are mostly being held at bay in space.
>Something about pushing the moon.
>Theirs a Dreadnought somewhere in the underhive talking to some Skitarii and penal legionaries.
>Mikhael is now a Baneblade driver and has seemingly taken command in my absence.
>Eldar are here, and the Governor is finally dead.

Miss anything else?
>Be me.
>Arch Magos Explorator Prime
>Beam is doing considerable damage to the Necron flag ship but the other ships have turned their guns on us.
>On top of that, the green skins have enacted a plan to push the moon to the surface.
>Reorient Ark Mechanicus
>The constantly firing beam of light sweeps across the veil of darkness, destroying smaller ships slicing bigger ones.
>Some hive ships even catch on fire in space.
>Soon it will destroy the ork fleet and slice the moon in half.
>Be breacher Medic Sara nickname “Nurse”.
>My job to keep these suicidal bastards alive.
>Finally finish patching up Demo’s stump, he’ll need an augmetic though.
>Hate treating necron wounds.
>Almost out of stims.
>We make it to the evac.
>Thank the Emperor only for a damaged ork vessel to enter our path, thing is barely a threat, has no control, and likely dead in the void in a few minutes.
>Jermak makes us breach this one anyway.

>Take orks by surprise, likely because they’re shocked anyone is bothering to board them.
"What can two squads do against an entire ship?"
>About to say: “If we blew on this thing it would probably come apart.”
>But before I can our fearless leader says: "If it comes to it, we detonate as many macrocannon rounds as we can see, Armsman."

>I hate being a navy breacher medic.
>Be Captain Ortland
>Watch as the Necron Flagship begins to detonate
>Armsmen doing their job with precision is always a good thing to see
>Smile slightly before watching a Ork ship we've been firing at getting close to the escaping breachers
>The breachers decide to breach it
>Not sure why exactly seeing as it's crippled but hey it'll make it easier for us to pick them up
>Move the Baleful Punishment into position
>All the while the Ark Mechanicus is firing it's white beams of light into the other Necron vessels, the firing sequence catching the Nids and Orks in the crossfire
>Pray that the Breachers work quickly so we can bail out of the firing sequence
>Laser Batteries stop firing so attack craft pilots can register things easier
>The blinding white light doesn't need to mix with laser fire coming from us
> Be Zeta-23
> Sergeant Yuri finally comes around
> Everyone is arguing over who's in charge of what
> Yuri makes it over to the bar again
> Summarises the situation out loud
> Tell him he's basically right but also Mikhail mentioned that the Custodes messaged the baneblande
> Mikhail took temporary command by dint of being the first one into a baneblade because a Colonel Farragut told him to take the delivery
> He is just leading a number of the new tanks in a circuit around the hive on parade route with condemned on the guns shooting down any enemies he comes across
> Most of the force are still guarding the base and the crater
> Also... There's a baneblade of some description awaiting Yuri specifically
> We need someone to take charge properly
>Be Breacher Jermak Stokerson
>Nurse looking at me like she did the time she tranq'd me for being annoyingly drunk and put me in bed with the captain's daughter
>Try not to let my panic show
"Uhhh... That is a last resort though."
>Tell everyone look for ammo storage
>We all have some of demo's charges
>We can leave them on a timer, hide them behind one of these rusted panels and the orks won't notice
>We take down a couple more orks before we reach ammo storage
Bomb planted.vox
>Resistance starts to get heavier as we leave
>Orks must have heard there's a fight up here
>Orks behind us as well now
>Tell everyone to charge back to the Selachian while I keep firing the melta as quick as I can without it overheating
>Be Overlord Nebnuru the Mentalist
>Things are not going well
>Breachers have boarded our ship and done damage
>The humans on the ground now have baneblades attacking us
>And of course the Ork flagship is attempting to crash into the moon
>To a lesser Necron, such as my cryptek who is asking me what to do, this would be the end
>But not for me
>I've still got a trick from the war in heaven that these fools are not prepared for
>First I tell my Cryptek-

>Be Overlord Nebnuru the Invincible Mind
>I am somewhere, and I absolutely remember where
>Just then get word that my ground forces have secured a position on the moon for me.
>Oh yes, I was here to get my artifacts back.
>I take my Void Scythe and pull out my resurrections orb as I walk towards my teleporter.
>My cryptek is yelling about something, its probably not important
>As I go through the teleporter, I find surrounded by my forces
>a large amount of warriors, with units of immortals and deathmarks here and there
>also supported by a dozen Lokhust heavy destroyers
>And enough ghost arks to transport us all.
>After checking my location, I learn we are still quite a ways away from the vault
>Command all ghost arks inside the transports and begin moving towards the vault
>Look up and see a tomb ship being destroyed in a giant green explosion
>Interesting, some other Necron must have brought a tomb ship here and lost it foolishly
>Be Breacher Jermak Stokerson
>Squad is back on the Selachian and I am now running to reach it as well, orks on my heels, and bleeding from minor wounds
>Massive collision knocks me into the craft
>Almost land on Demo
>Tell the pilot to go
>Apparently the Necron ship went up and some of it collided with the Ork escort
>A few seconds later our charges go off
>Hardly seems worth it now
>Ork escort weaponry destroyed, we're returning to the Baleful Punishment
>I think most of the other breaching craft are on their way too
>Looks like Nurse is still angry at me
>Pass out
>Be Ranger Bunni’Viie Lemallyn
>AKA Jakk’Spi the Swift
>AKA The Hapless Corsair
>But that isn’t important right now
>Right now I am helping my old friend Seer Delwyn retrieve an item of moderate importance
>Rangers tend not to operate indoors, so I got brought along for my thieving expertise, which perhaps I exaggerated a bit
>But that also isn’t important right now
>Anyways, we caught a felinid, but the rookies in the group didn’t know what is was and got distracted, allowing it to escape
>It managed to squirm its way into one of those crude air exchange ducts the mon-keigh are so fond of and Delwyn decided to try and catch it rather than just shoot it in the rear
>Then the duct gave way, and they both fell amidst a large group of mon-keigh one level down
>Not good
>Luckily the duct has completely fallen into the room below, allowing me to see clearly through vent opening and the hole in the ceiling
>From my location, I can see Delwyn about to be shot with a plasma gun
>Not on my watch
>Switch to modified webber
>Fire single strand that latches onto Delwyn and yanks her into the air, through the ceiling hole, and back into the room
>Stupid mon-keigh stand around not sure where Delwyn went
>See, told you my thieving skills would be useful...
>Be Captain Ortland
>All Xenos Fleets dealt with the only things to worry about outside the planet are straggler ships from the Nids and the Necrons potentially being on the moon
>Vox to the Ark Mechanicus that it's just the stragglers left
>Order the Baleful Punishment to pull up closer to the breaching ships so that they may return safely and so medics have access to more resources to treat the injured
>Order the attack craft to keep going with attack runs on the stragglers
>Soon enough we should have the skies cleared of Xenos scum
>Should cause less Nids to go planet fall than normal when it's a full hive fleet
>At least we'll still be able to get to Sevastopol after this
>Smug grin on my face as the breaching teams finally return on board
>Order menials to help get the wounded to med bays over the PA system
>Be Marcus
>Finally made it back to the Commissar
>Seems like he and the Marshal are still talking to the Dreadnought
>Admire the sight of the magnificent thing
>More glorious than anything we will ever do in our life time
>Commissar turns to look at me and the men i brought along
>Orders me to regroup with the other one thousand man group still sweeping their area
>I nod my head and begin to take myself and the troops down to the others location whilst the Commissar stays behind with the Skitarii Marshal and Dreadnought
>Lasguns held up the whole time just to be sure we have them ready if any Genestealers emerge from nowhere
>Sweeping the area completely
>Can't find them
>Order my men to stay close because this is weird
>Most of us are underhive scum so we know a thing or two about underhives and how to track people
>It's dead silent
>Vox to the Commissar that we can't find the other one thousand Legionaries
>That is until someone finds a body
>It's Johansson and he's barely alive
>Run over to him and can hear him muttering the Emperor's prayer under his breath repeatedly over and over again
>His finger is pointing at something
>I look over and see the other group completely butchered
>Ripped to pieces by what I can only assume to be more Genestealers
>Order everyone to keep their lasguns raised and to stand together in a circle
>Vox to the Commissar our predicament
>We begin to hear movement
>Be newly promoted baneblade driver Mikhail
>Starting to get hang of this
>Seeing Condemned get encircled in underhive on tactical display
>Is not good
>They help us man the superheavies, we must help them
>Leave most of tanks on parade route
>Bring my baneblade and some Russ to nearest path down
>A few other Russ finding paths down
>Have to blast through some destroyed buildings and take a lift designed for Cargo-12s
>Even so we can't get that close, is too narrow
>Half of tanks do not even make it down, they must regroup to surface
>Condemned Commissar and Trooper Marcus on tac-display
>Mechanicus as well, and... Space Marine?
>Trooper Marcus forming men into last stand circle as far as can tell
>Myself and two Russ to south of friendlies holding by cargo lift
>Three Russ to north of friendlies on major down ramp
>Four more Russ to south west of friendlies, on smaller ramps
>Blast everything that's not near to friendly sigils on display
>Hope it is effective
>Can't get good range or clear line of sight
>Underhive is no place for superheavy
>Is barely place for tank at all
>Tac-display blinks Custodes rune at me again
>"Arrival imminent, hold position"
>Share location with Custodes again, state Astartes in need of assistance
>Is white fib, they not mind
>I hope
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>Be Tiberius Galba, of the God-Emperor's most trusted and renowned Adeptus Custodes
>have been sent to this backwater hive world to recover an extremely dangerous artifact, to bring it back to the Dark Cells on Terra
>have been trying to find its location for the past several weeks
>disappeared over 3 millennia ago, we only got tipped off about it now because it's finally getting delivered
>turn up at Scelestus IV, it doesn't arrive
>investigate the paperwork
>the administratum has somehow managed to misplace this extremely important order
>it somehow got stuck on a depot world for the past 3 thousand years without breaking containment
>go there, the head scribe is out, his assistant tells me they delivered it to some hive world
>finally we transit in system
>it's experiencing a genestealer uprising, a hive fleet has arrived, and there's a four-way space battle over the moon between the orks, tyranids, necrons, and imperial forces
>check the status of the artifact
>status: delivered
>start to get that sinking feeling
>check who it's been delivered to
>current owner: Hydra operator Mikhail, Valhallan 545th armored
>current location: underhive
>An artifact which needs to be recovered and contained ASAP on Holy Terra is in the hands of a hydra operator
>also he's driving a baneblade instead of a hydra for some reason
>what in the Emperor's name is going on
>inform Hydra Operator Mikhail we will be arriving imminently at his position
>We'll grab him, the artifact, and go, I want no part of this mess
>In and out, no complications
>as long as he has the artifact and it hasn't been opened, everything will be fine
>Be me.
>Sergeant Yuri
>Zeta 23 tells me the Custodies are also apparently here as well.
>Funny how I might meet a Custodian before I meet a space marine.
>Also says there’s apparently a baneblade for me.
>Decide that’s as good an excuse as any.

>Leave the bar base along with anyone else just as bored as me and head for the wasteland surrounding the hive to look for something interesting to fight.
>Maybe help the Skitarii set up a base or just watch Titian’s and Knights fight Gargants and Bio Titians and whatever else shows up later.
>Be newly promoted Baneblade commander Mikhail
>Yuri and Tech-Comrade Zeta on way to crater apparently
>Custodes wants to know where the delivery is and if we've opened it
>Tell him is in crater but underhive genestealer infection is threat for being directly underneath and keeping allies tied up
>Tell him there are many layers to package and tankers are busy but is almost open
>He seems annoyed so will wait till he gets here
>Keep Yuri appraised of situation also
"Sergeant, there is Custodes! He wants us to keep package closed until he arrives. Is coming to me then to crater, I think. Good luck with baneblade!"
>Still can't get a bead on genestealers properly, hope Condemned and Skitarii are doing okay
>If Dreadnought wakes they should be fine, right?
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>Be me
>Thousand Sons Sorcerer Xerxes
>Jump into system using warp powered by mass death on neighboring world to hiveworld
>some dumbass didn't carry the 1 while sending the agriworld pesticide for the murder beetles
>ship with small rubric squads and cultists
>plus some daemon engines
>scrying the cluster fuck as my ship approaches from behind a moon
>this will be a long day
>Be Sergeant Yuri.
>Baneblade is an absolute beauty.
>Hop into the spacious interior and start learning the vox controls.
>Mikhail seams to think I’m headed to the crater of the governors mansion to pick up some package.
>Tell him I’m going to the edge of the city to see what is happening and maybe support the Skitarii and Knights..
>And also give this baneblade a test run in its intended environment rather than a cramped street.
>Don’t know if Zeta-23 is joining me yet
>The Attilans and Death Riders are also joining me to the wasteland as they are also sick of all the pointless arguing and just want to ride their mounts for a bit.
>We use the cogitator to find the fastest route out of the city.
> Be Zeta-23
> Following Yuri to new baneblade
> Truly, it's a glorious machine
> Manage sensors, scan for threats between here and city limits
> He wants to get out of the city into a more tanky environment
> Provide routes to other Valhallans too
> Time to clear the area now that it's mostly secure I guess
> Space battle has gotten weird, necrons gave up and appeared on the moon?
> And now the traitor marines are here?
> Fuck it
> Try to focus on communing with baneblade, linking sensor net to other Valhallans
>Be Arch Magos Explorator Prime.
>Beam of light from main cannon continues its path “down” and slices the moon the orks we’re going to push in half.
>Can’t do nearly as much damage with just half a moon.
>Beam turns off going into cool down.
>Behind the two chunks of moon I see a blue ship.
>Wonder if it’s the Ultra Marines? Or another chapter.
>Curiously sensors aren’t picking up anything but I can physically see the ship.
>Possibly low power.
>Try to hail them and see if they respond…
>Be Marcus
>We are surrounded by some Tyranids
>I only know this because a bunch of the little ripper fuckers just popped out from some vents and have started charging
>Order my men to fire away at the fuckers
>Lasgun fire rips through them
>Still alot of them however so it's not like we'll be drowning them in lasgun fire plus they are smaller targets
>Hear the sound of a bolt pistol and revved up Chainsword
>Commissar bursts in using his sword to slash and hack through the swarm
>Orders the men to keep firing but to be mindful
>He makes his way towards our circle and joins the ranks
>Orders us to keep firing and to keep shivs at the ready
>We all suddenly hear the sounds of vehicles
>The Nids seem to roar on confusion
>Commissar orders us to keep firing
>His bolt pistol fires out
>It's a glorious sound that comes from it
>Shame I'll never get my hands on a bolt pistol or other bolt weapons
>Well unless we have the heavy bolter turrets set up on a trench line
>Be Captain Ortland
>Just watched the moon get cut in half by the Ark Mechanicus
>Fucking hell that things got some power behind it
>Finally the light from the beam dies down
>Order the attack craft on stand by
>Get a vox from one of our attack craft that a blue vessel is in the system
>Tell them to stay on standby and to await further orders
>Order the menials on the laser batteries to keep them polished up and await the next orders
>Not sure what to do about the moon situation seeing as some Necrons are down on it
>The sight of the tomb ship exploding into a green fire ball is still one of the most glorious experiences I've ever seen
>To think an Ark Mechanicus and some well trained breachers could take down a tomb ship
>why does I keep forgettin me own number?
>the humie ship has just fired a beam that's cut the moon in two
>wait, why don't we have that kind of dakka?
>Capn', we's don't have much ships left
>Oh. Hm. Need to think cunningly.
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>Be sorcerer lord Xerxes
>Mfw the moon just got sliced in half
>The coglovers try to hail me
>answer back explaining I've just exited the warp after my navigator died during war of the beast.
> also make up fake chapter name of crimson kings
> state that I shall sneak around through the debris of the moon to get a perfect landing
> really just trying to flank him
>this should go well
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>Be plasma gun, Ryza-pattern, designation "H07-D4WG"
>Master pulls my trigger, allowing me to let loose on the disgusting creature known as an Eldar
>Hear the vaporization and melting of rockrete as my pent up rage blasts through the xeno and deep into the floor
>But no satisfying sounds of my shot hitting the flesh of an Eldar
>One of the felinids yells out that it escaped back into the vents
>Feel myself heating up again
>Master and another felinid or two are ordered to follow the vile thing into the vents
>It will not escape my wrath
>Our wrath, I should say, as master seems pretty enraged as well
>Felinids boost master and me up into the vent for us to take point
>Feel the vibrations of the vents as the xenos try to escape us
>Master crawls through, though not without complaint
>The felinid behind her keeps trying to grab her rear to push her forward
>Continuing forward and now the felinids are complaining about the vents heating up
>Fortunately, master seems unfazed by this, probably due to her armor
>Hear something in the distance
>One of the xenos are starting to complain about the heat
>At least we know they're still in the vents
>Master continues following the sound, leading us to an intersection
>Start cooling down a bit as she is trying to weigh her options
>Feel myself becoming angry as she is pointing me down one of the paths
>Master decides to go down that one
"It apparently pointed me out on its own, so maybe it can find these xenos"
>Think master might be crazy as we begin going down the path
>Can hear faint voices in the distance
>Realize master might not be crazy
>Slowly but surely heat up in anticipation
>Be newly promoted Baneblade commander Mikhail
>Genestealers charging at us as well as Condemned now
>Must be desperate
>Good if we survive
>Bad if we do not
>Firing all barrels as fast as possible
>Where is Custodes?
>Could use help
>Sergeant Yuri is moving out of city, with most of tanks and other regiment
>Tell tanks in underhive be ready to fall back
>But hold as long as possible, give Condemned a chance
>Be Felinid Merc Captain Scarlett.
>Nyan Mc Fluffy gets off me but theirs still an Eldar twink lying on by belly.
>Pull out combat knife from thigh holster and press it to his neck.
>About to start interrogation when when suddenly a net drops out of the broken duct and scoops him away.
>Order pursuit for two of our skinniest and smallest mercs.
>Sister with the plasma gun also insists she follows, her power armor gets her stuck half way in the hole with her butt sticking out forcing the others to push
Sigh -.-

>Going to investigate the knife wars involvement in this mess, but first check on the state of the Princess and Inquisitorial agent.
>Be Marcus
>The tanks burst through to help us out
>Nids charging for the tanks
>They never stood a chance against all those barrels
>Commissar orders us to move forward seeing as the swarm is dying down significantly
>Tells us to keep firing as we move
>Lasgun bolts fire out in unison ordered to do so by the bolt pistol
>Soon enough the ripper swarms are dealt with
>Johansson during the entire thing is still muttering prayers to the Emperor as he bleeds
>His wounds are too plentiful for the medics to deal with
>Commissar grants him the Emperor's peace
>Thought I could see a smile of content on Johansson's face as his hand opens up to reveal a rosary with the Aquila on it
>Commissar glares down at the body before ordering us to start moving
>We've lost 1000 men today
>In total, our force is 9000
>Commissar will definitely want the Condemned back from the tanks after this
>For now he orders us to move back to base
>We are just going to leave the Mechanicus and the Dreadnought behind for now
>Once we get back our next orders will be to march to the waste lands to meet the nid forces alongside the armour
>Be Captain Ortland
>Watch the new vessel beginning it's flight pattern
>Get the vox operator to try and open Comms with them to inform them about the Orks
>Well that's what would have happened but the Ork is screaming at us to hand over the Ark Mechanicus' weaponry
>He's also beginning to try and ram it
>Order all attack craft to target the Ork ships
>Order Armsmen to load back up into breaching ships
>The Baleful Punishment's laser batteries awaken to life once more as I give the order to open fire
>We aren't letting those filthy greenskins get their hands on one of the Omnissiah's glorious vessels
>Hopefully this will be enough to get rid of these fuckers
>The Mechanicus would be infuriated with us if we allowed the Orks to ram their Ark Mechanicus and would more than likely turn all of us into servitors
>Be Seer Delwyn
>Be sweating profusely
>Look expectantly at the door for the squad to arrive
>Instead get abruptly yanked back up into the vent as the floor disappears in a cloud of debris
>Look around to see the very welcome face of Lemallyn
>Me and her go way back to our Corsair days together, if there was someone in the team I could count on, it's her
>I reintegrated into the Craftworld and its Paths better afterwards, but she was quite content staying as a Ranger
>Her sticky fingers have come in handy more times than I can count since
>Be broken out of my memories by the sounds of shouting down below
>A couple of cat-humans and the furious looking Battle Sister with the plasma gun are preparing to boost each other into the vent
>This is our cue to move out, as quickly as possible
>The thick accumulated dust and dirt cakes everything in the frantic scramble to stay ahead of them
>Hair keeps falling into my eyes, I need to get that cut next time we're back on the Craftworld
>It keeps making people think I'm a woman, dammit
>I can feel the heat of the Sister's plasma gun reflecting off shiny patches in the walls around corners
>Ouch, even that makes my ass hot, it must be baking those cat-humans
>Lemallyn's in front is hot with or without it though at least
>C'mon Delwyn, focus
>Try to contact the rest of the team, get only silence
>Retracing the scuff marks in the dust through the maze back to the corridor
>There are the other four, not having moved at all with their helmets off, smoking and dealing some cards atop an old crate
>Too much in shock to even yell at them
>Still, I think we lost them, I can't hear anyone for now
>All right, we need to move, finish and get outta here before we're swarmed by Imperials
>With some grumbling the others pack up and put their things back on
>Thankfully, I don't have to entrust my life to these shitbirds
>There's a faint clattering that can only be produced by power armour in a vent
>They don't give up, do they?
>Finally arrive on this dump of a planet
>The moon has been cut in two and the orks are going crazy
>Extraction is going to be a nightmare
>But once we get the package everything will be fine
>Head over to Hydra Operator in a Baneblade Mikhail's position
>Have to fight through hordes of genestealers and tyranids just to get to him
>Easily slaughtered, none can stand against the Emperor's noble custodes
>He's with a large groups of tanks and infantry
>What idiot deploys tanks in a hive?
>No matter, demand he hand over the package and come with us
>He tells he us doesn't have it
>He tells us that it's in the crater of the governor's palace
>He tells us his men have been trying to open it, and they're nearly done
>internal screaming.jpg
>God Emperor save us, will anything go right on this mission?
>Be me.
>Arch Magos Explorator Prime
>Get hail from blue vessel.
>Says they are “The Crimson Kings”
>Quick data net search shows nothing, but they are probably just one of Guilliman/ Cawl’s new chapters that hasn’t done a whole lot yet.
>For some reason they don’t want to show their faces.

>Get another hail.
>It’s the ork Kaptain.
>These savages want my main cannon?
>Our main cannon may be recharging, but we still have other weapons.
>Fire broadsides at approaching ork craft, fire turrets, launch Skitarii fighters, and Skitarii boarding craft.
>Tell Skitarii to prepare to repel boarders.

>The void around us becomes a fireworks display of death to anyone that dares approach.
>Be newly promoted Baneblade commander Mikhail
>Condemned are escaping underhive, killing last of the stealers
>Custodes arrives!
>He slaughters many stealers on way
"By golden throne, he is like Termite through fresh snow!"
>Salute him and report
>He wants package of course
>Seems annoyed is not here
>Wants me to come with
>Well, I guess I am legal owner by order of colonel postman but surely custodes outranks?
>Decide not to bother him with question
"No worries, lord custodes! We just take the tanks up cargo lift and is two point five klom back to crater, easy like walk to shop!"
>Other Russes move out with Condemned to meet Yuri
>Some must reverse up hive ramps a good distance
>Take my Baneblade and supporting Russes, provide escort for Custodes to package
>Display what 545th heraldry we have, is proud duty
>Keep Yuri updated of course
going up.cargoLift
>Not long before we're back to crater, only a skeleton crew of tanks here keeping it secure for package and rescue mission
>Most have gone to ride out with Yuri
>Be Kaptain Krunch IX
>Dese numbers are confusin
>The idiot humie is refusin to hand over his gun
>all that's left of me fleet is boardin the humie ship
>it's a lot tougher than I thought
>a fight's good fun, and more dakka is even better, but if you don't get the dakka then that ain't worth it
>wot to do.jpg
>Kap'n! Kap'n!
>Huh? I thought I krumped that git.
>Kap'n! Da mekboys have found more dakka! Lots more!
>What? Where?
>On the moon the humies cut in half! It's full of necron stuff!
>pleasecanwego pleasecanwego pleasecanwego pleasecanwego
>krump him, hopefully for good this time
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>Be Overlord Nebnuru the Smart
>Get to the vaults location without much issue
>Turns out heavy destroyers are a good solution to random groups of guardsmen, orks, and tyranids.
>Suddenly feel the ground shaking
>See a large beam of light cutting the moon in half
>After the job is done, I check the location of the vault
>We are on the same side as it
>Overlord Nebnuru the Wise Guy wins again
>Arrive at the vaults location shortly after
>It seems all the explosions happening has unearthed the black metallic vault.
>It is also surrounded by a small number of Orks messing with the small arms kept on the first floor of the vault.
>If only those fools knew what was on the floors below
>Because I absolutely do
>After my warriors depart their transports, they are disposed of swiftly.
>I enter in through the door of the vault.
>As I do so, I am alerted to more Orks heading to our position.
>Inform my forces to hold their ground, while I get inside
>There is probably, no, definitely some kind of super weapon down here that will win us the battle
>Why else would I have come here
>I approach the elevator that leads to the deeper parts of the vault
>A hologram appears before me and says "Please enter password"
MFW I can only try a few thousand passwords every second.

>Be sorcerer lord Xerxes
>getting close and closer
>order slaves to move full speed ahead and get the weapons pointed at the Arch mechanicus
>make sure they load the shells loaded with bound demons and warp fire first
>vox the Arch Magos as we get in range and simply laugh at him
>head into my chambers to prepare a ritual to harness all the deaths I shall cause
>Be me
>Tyranid Zoanthrope
>I hunger
>Lost track of most of our minds on Imperial planet
>Cannot feel the ship anymore
>Can barely feel the hive mind
>Crossing wastes with small army
>Many many Gaunts
>Good amount of warriors
>Even have some Carnifexes
>Tervigon following behind, consuming any biomass and readying more gaunts
>Must keep them on track
>Sense biomass gathering outside of city
>Must be our infilitrators, ready to join the hive mind
>We must feed and grow strong
>Be Felinid Mercenary Nyan Mc Fluffy
>The Battle Sister with the malfunctioning plasma gun demands everyone make a human pyramid so she can climb up to the hole in the ceiling
>Crazy bitch, that has to be at least six meters up
>Still, everyone tries their best to get her power armored ass up to the ceiling
>We eventually compromise and settle for the vent in the side of the wall instead
>And she doesn’t really fit in there either, it takes quite a bit of shoving to get her through
>Scarlett orders two of her "smallest and skinniest mercs" to follow the Sister
>Somehow I am one of them despite Scarlett always going on about how fat I am
>To be fair this is just the standard catty bullshit one encounters in an all female felinid formation
>Scarlett in particular has never figured out how I maintain this goddess-like body while living a seemingly dissolute lifestyle
>The secret is lots of cardio, gymnastics, plus a high-quality boob job
>Anyways, back to the task at hand
>The vent opening leads into some sort of maze of air mixing chambers, so we have space to walk around
>There is no airflow in the chambers, so the malfunctioning plasma gun warms up the air real quick
>Good thing we got our tactical leotards on
>The other felinid merc, Reddi Sheert-Vodder, complains about the heat, but the Battle Sister ignores her, probably the power armor has its own built in cooling system
>We find a ladder leading up further into the air exchange mechanisms
>I realize we are getting pretty close to where I was catnapped by the Eldar
>Don’t say anything though
>Fighting a pack of Eldar is not going to go well...
>Be Marcus
>Commissar orders us to double time towards the wastes
>We managed to gather all the lads not in tanks together
>6000 strong infantry foot soldiers ready to fight
>3000 on gunner duties for Valhallan tanks
>As we double time we begin to see looming figures in the distance
>Seems we found the Nids
>Shame we haven't got Artillery to grind them down
>Mutter a prayer to myself as we know we are running straight into hell
>But hey we are the 221st Penal Regiment
>We are expendable and to be used on a whim
>We are the Condemned and unworthy
>Hear the Commissar order us to keep the momentum of our march going and to start firing once we get over a ridge
>It is better to die for the Emperor than to live for yourself
> Be Zeta-23
> Sitting in Yuri's baneblade
> Connected to tactical sensors with MIU, also clicking runes with both hands and one mechadendrite
> Working on engineer station with two more mechadendrites
> Multitasking_augmetics.exe running at 97% capacity
> This amount of multitasking may cause your systems to require premature maintenance. Are you su-
> Yes, yes, override.
> Space battle has become too close to track with the moon coming apart and the orks swarming Imperial vessels
> Stop paying attention to that unless there is significant change or a vox
> Mikhail won't shut up about providing an honour guard for the Custodes, he's going to be insufferable after this
> Various tyranid lifeforms on sensors
> Carnifexes, warriors, zoanthrope, gaunts...
> Not entirely sure which are worst for tanks but probably the ones with the bio-cannons
> Try to mark synapse creatures as best I can
> Condemned are making ready to charge
> Quietly wonder if the Commissar knows that even the most expendable of lives or equipment should be spent well
> Every death that does not help destroy the enemy strengthens him, so says a thousand treatises on war
> But especially with tyranids
> No real artillery to help them although we are pounding the hell out of the few things we can actually see
> Plot some targetting solutions for the tanks whose cannon can elevate the highest to act as pseudo-artillery
> Should be able to fire over the ridge and into the middle of the swarm swarm without risking hitting the Condemned
> We'll only get a few volleys in before the Condemned either make contact or the nids make contact with them
> But maybe it will clear some of the bigger creatures
>Be Captain Ortland
>Laser Batteries consistently firing off round after round into the Ork flag ship as breaching teams make their deployments into the other vessels
>Grit my teeth as the Baleful Punishment takes some light fire
>Attack craft start to vox back
>That new ship is moving closer and closer to the Ark Mechanicus
>It's also pointing it's weapons at it
>Immediately feel alarmed as now we have to worry about the Orks trying to loot the Ark Mechanicus and this new ship readying itself to open fire
>Order attack craft to preform gun runs on it
>Tell Armsmen that haven't began descent towards the Ork vessels to target the blue ship in order to breach it
>Panic slightly setting in but I compose myself
>I did say to the Commissar that if need be I'd call for another prison vessel to come pick them up
>Tell crew that our last resort will be to ram into the blue ship and detonate the drives
>Most seem extremely unnerved by this but understand it's the last option available if we can't stop them with what we currently have at our disposal
>As well as calling for another vessel, we will also vox around the ship to evacuate
>Not me though, I'm going down with the Baleful Punishment as a good Captain should
>Be Marcus
>Tank fire is raining down on the bugs
>Glorious and loud as hell
>Commissar orders us to slow our pace down and to attach our shivs to our lasguns
>We do as we are ordered our makeshift shivs attached to our guns gleam in the waste land sun
>Eventually arrive at the ridge
>Commissar orders us to open fire by firing his bolt pistol
>6000 lasguns fire in unison with the bolt pistol and begin to rip into the swarm
>Even enough bolts from a lasgun can deal damage to chitin
>We are mostly targeting the gaunts and the warriors
>Fortunately for our allies, none of us have managed to rig ourselves up with explosive vests
>Would be somewhat effective but we are still needed for the engagement at Sevastopol after this so the Commissar forbade us from making bomb vests
>The first few lasgun volleys do some decent damage and that's when the Commissar orders us to keep firing and to hold our position on the ridge
>Even as the Nid swarm begins its charge
>Though the pounding of cannons does help out with clearing the swarm especially the gaunts who would have gotten to us first because they are the front line expendables like us
>See the Commissar pull out a krak grenade
>He hands it to a guy who got put into the regiment for terrorism
>See his face light up with glee as he pulls the pin and lobs it at the swarm
>He's giggling with glee the entire time
>Man's got a really good arm considering where it landed
>Krak grenade detonates into the gaunt backline and hits some of the warriors but does significantly more damage to the gaunt swarm
>He's laughing with glee the entire time as I continue to fire down at the swarm
>Be me, Ridemaster 112-358-132-Apt in Death Riders of Krieg
>Lined up between Valhallan tanks, ahead of Atillans
>See penal infantry legion charging Tyranid lines
>Valhallans lobbing shells into swarm
>Can't take this waiting
>Give order to ride out
>Commissar tries to override me
>Cite Tactica Imperialis
>Infantry engaged and we have vehicular support
>Perfect opportunity for hammer and anvil
>Bad time for cowardice
>Draw pistol
>He blanches and agrees with me
>Ride out to the flank, planning to swing around tyranid line
>As we get closer, see a few carnifexes approaching penal legion
>Covered from Valhallan guns by staying close to ridgeline
>Have to admit these criminals are holding their own but the carnifexes will tear through them
>Swing around and charge along Tyranid front line, trampling gaunts
>Give order to ready melta-tips
>Try to take Carnifexes from behind with hunting lances
>Be Marcus
>Las bolts continuing to tear through the enemy
>With assistance from tank shells raining down from the Valhallans we'll grind them down in no time
>The Big bugs however, probably not so much
>At least the shells hit them occasionally
>Suddenly hear the sounds of hooves galloping across the wastes
>Some Kriegers riding in to flank the enemy
>Commissar calls out to us to keep firing bolstering our morale further
>More lasgun bolts firing out with zeal as to further assist the flankers by keeping the gaunts attention on us and not them
>One big lad in our regiment really wants to get in with his bayonet
>Commissar has to glare and shout at him to stay in the ranks unless he wants to get shot
>His bolt pistol rings out taking the life of a gaunt to set an example to the big guy
>He gets the message and keeps firing
>See the Kriegers preparing melta tips for their lances
>Can hear Terrorist getting giddy when he notices the melta bombs
>He is kept in line however as he turns his attention back to a gaunt that attempted to leap onto him
>Our ridgeline thankfully gives us a better position against the gaunts
>I then take aim at a wounded warrior and fire several bolts out into its head
>Takes a total of twenty bolts to finally bring the thing down
>Thank god these lasguns were fully charged when the plans were all sorted
>These would have been dead a few hours ago had we not had them recharged
>Continue to fire upon the gaunts
>Some are getting closer to us so some have to start stabbing them over and over again with their bayonets
>Commissar orders them to fire their lasguns as they shank the gaunts
>It's very effective
>Wonder if other Regiments do it when they are ordered to use their bayonets as well
>Ah well question for later
>Got to focus on these bugs
> Be Zeta-23
> See Kriegers charge off out of formation
> Keep plotting firing solutions to avoid them too
> Detect meltas going off not long after they go across the nids' frontline
> Infantry seems to be wearing the nids down a little but there's some kind of interference on sensors
> Can't see past the front lines, no idea what's out there
> Internal databank reports that some tyranids can cause psychic interference
> Vox Gamma Mu 07 and ask if we can count on skitarii support anytime soon
> Hope they're coming
> Dreadnought would be nice as well
> Current analysis says it won't be long before the tanks have to get up close and personal too
>Be Custodian Tiberius
>The package is not secure
>The package is being opened by idiot guardsmen
>All the rest of the Hive's forces are fighting the Tyranids in the wastes outside the city
>internal reeeeeeeing.jpg
>This idiot Hydra/Baneblade operator doesn't understand the importance of safeguarding it
>The only reason I haven't executed him for gross incompetence is because we need his tanks as backup
>also because he's still technically only a hydra operator and not actually a responsible commanding officer
>I will definitely be executing the idiot who assigned this package to him
>we get there
>there's nobody here
>there's no package
>mikhail thinks they probably left to help out commander Yuri and took it with them
>start to despair
>can't even lockdown the hive because of the uprising
>can't even lockdown the planet because of the battle in orbit
>can't even order exterminatus because we don't have control of space
>my pilot also informs me that the orks are getting their hands on necron weaponry and are trying to take over the ark mechanicus
>and the tyranids are starting to break through the lines outside
>Mikhail cheerfully tells me that we better go help out commander yuri now if the package isn't around, the tyranids could break though and endanger the hive and package
>Offers me more vodka
>God-Emperor save me, I will punch this damned fool's head off
>I hate him even more because he's got a point
>Order everyone to head to the wastes, the package will be recovered once everything is dead
>I just hope it really is being ferried around by idiots and hasn't broken containment
>Be newly promoted Baneblade commander Mikhail
>Custodes very upset about package but agrees to go help Yuri
>Gets angrier while talking on private Custodes vox
>Does not want vodka
>Perhaps enhanced Custodes cannot get drunk off vodka?
>Make mental note to offer him special tanker jungle juice without the watering down later on
>Also tell him Colonel Postman Farragut is one who insist I take package at gunpoint
>By time we get out of city battle has started
>Custodian has no problem keeping up with tanks
>According to vox network, infantry are over the ridge engaged at close-quarter already
>Also rough riders are charging carnifexes in hammer to the Condemned's anvil
>Modern problem requires classic tactical solution
>Let Yuri and Tech-Comrade Zeta know we are forming up with last of tank and Comrade Lord Custodes on left flank
>We approach battle from flank, firing cannon into swarm as we move to line
>Watch warriors explode
>Russes escorting me lobbing plasma and firing heavy bolters at small swarm-creatures
>See something weird at a distance
>Ask Custodian what is as we move into formation with rest of Valhallans and look for package
"Hey, Comrade Lord Custodes, what is floating purple lightning brain creatures in back behind carnifex?"
>Be Dreadnought Konos
>Finally wake up after another nap
>Check chronometer
>still M41
>still the same year in fact
>It's only been an hour or two all told
>The other humans are gone
>only the mechanicus and his servo skull are left, and he's crawling all over me trying to fix things
>he's partially fixed the comms system
>start getting pings from imperial units across the local area
>Everyone's gathering up top to fight some "Tyranids"
>Don't know what they are, but sounds like foul xenos to slaughter
>Only in death does duty end
>start walking off to the elevators, the mechanicus still on top banging on things
>shut down all error messages, the mechanicus can fix things on the way there
>it'll be interesting to see these "Tyranids" I wonder what they look like
>Maybe they're those puny xenos I've been fighting down here?
>I'll be finding out soon enough
>Be Skitarii Marshal Gamma Mu 07
>Manage to stabilize the dreadnought but he’ll still need an actual tech Priest to repair him.
>The parts I gave him were only meant for Skitarii and will only last a few minutes under the pressure.
>About to try and drag him to the surface but the lift is in use a Baneblade and a bunch of Leman Russes come down agitating the surviving cultists.
>They hold them off before deciding to retreat.
>The dreadnought wakes up wants to follow them, I try to tell him he still needs repairs from an actual tech priest but he doesn’t listen.
>Tell my surviving Skitarii to follow him as we finally get out of the Underhive.
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>Be Trooper Sasha, Valhallan Ice Warriors
>Yet again find myself fighting Nids
>As if we didn’t get enough of those back on Damnatum Lutum
>Luckily these ones are even dumber and more lemming-like than the ones we fought before
>Hyper-evolved apex predators my ass, even orks are smarter than the bugs
>Our tank and cavalry groups are out there somewhere taking the fight to the enemy, but some small groups are sneaking by and assaulting our hastily formed lines in front of the city
>So far it is mostly the occasional hormagaunt
>Useless little things, they are fast enough, but they always run in a straight line and it only takes one solid shot to take them down even with these shitty semi-automatic mid power setting only lasguns they gave us
>Note to self, get a lascarbine, or maybe even a triplex lasgun the next chance I get
>Also, get some tanna, it is going to be a long day...
> Be Zeta-23
> Now sharing tactical data with Mikhail, a Custodian... and Gamma Mu 07 and the Dreadnought?
> Glad to see more reinforcements are on the way
> Wonder if Dreadnought needs assistance
> Mikhail has been saying the Custodian is looking for the package
> I don't have the location, it was Mikhail's problem
> It's probably in the back somewhere behind the tanks from the crater?
> Trying to modify sensors to see through psychic tyranid interference so Yuri can call a priority target
> Still can't properly detect synapse creatures
> No news from space battles recently
> No word from rescue team either
> Continuing to commune with Baneblade through all of this
>Be Stygies VIII Skitarii Serberys Raider Alpha.
>Recovered from injuries and riding again.
>Fighting bugs in the wasteland outside the hives.
>Watch knights handling the larger life forms.
>Hear a battle cry.
>Turn and see Death Riders charging a carnifex.
>Turn squad of Raiders to support our fellow riders from a distance with our galvanic carbine.
>Be Kaptain Krunch VIII
>Bah, numbers are stupid.
>We've landed on the humie moon that's actually a necron moon
>The boyz are lootin' everything they can
>da makboys are informin' me that there's more below except we can't get to it
>The necrons are already at the elevator, so we can't go through there either
>krump some mekboys and tell the rest to start shooting through the floor with the robos dakka
>call the ship to start shootin through the floor too
>they says the fight is also goin well, there's a blue ship helpin' em fight the humie ship
>good. Once we get the humies dakka and the necrons dakka we can leave. Been a good fight this. Should thank the humies later too.
>Be custodian Tiberius
>arrive at the battlefield with Hydra/Baneblade Operator Mikhail
>assembled might of the hive is here, skitarii, Valhalla, tanks, even a penal battalion, a desperate force of ragtags all told
>also could have sworn I saw a dreadnought walking about but the stress must be getting to me
>the battle is in full swing, the Imperial forces barely hanging on
>I suppose they expect the Custodes to simply win the battle through his sheer presence
>I may be one of the greatest warriors in the galaxy, and probably the oldest being on this planet, but even I cannot turn the tide by myself
>I may be a (justifiably) arrogant prick but even I can be humbled by the forces that besiege the imperium
>Mikhail starts tugging my elbow, like the small child that humans are
>he points to a line of zoanthropes in the rear and asks what they are
>bad news. very bad news.
>guess I have a job to do
>order Mikhail to clear me a path with his tanks. I will take care of the foul xenos psykers
>For the Emperor!
>Be newly promoted Baneblade command Mikhail
>Comrade Lord Custodes tells me to clear path to bad news lightning brain tyranid
"For the Emperor!"
>Tell Yuri we see target of opportunity, moving forward
>Charge into swarm leading wedge formation, room for Comrade Lord Custodes behind baneblade
>Four russ supporting this time
>Even over roar of baneblade can hear Punisher's guns
>Make it past ridgeline, moving on left flank of Condemned
>They are holding surprising well for infantry against nids
>See crazy death rider boys on other flank stabbing Carnifexes in rear with exploding lance while skitarii horsemens move in to support
>Seems to be working out okay for them
>In front of baneblade though is another few carnifexes
>Russes firing at them pushes them back
>Fire baneblade cannon at carnifex head
>Glorious gore covers the battlefield
>Get on vox
"Stay close Comrade Lord Custodes, we are pushing through them!"
>Is not long before we have cleared a narrow path for Comrade Lord Custodes
>All other carnifexes are engaged on opposite flank, only minor creatures here
>Hard to make it any wider though
>Harder to get closer without being cut off
>Maintain fire, keep blasting minor forms back
"Is now or never Lord Comrade Custodes! We keep them off your back."
>Be Marcus
>I am but one of the 6000 condemned souls within the 221st Penal Regiment
>Nothing more than scum in the eyes of the Imperium
>Will probably never get a pardon in my lifetime
>None of us will
>But that won't stop us from purging this lot of scum
>Commissar bellows out an order to advance and shoot seeing as more reinforcements are coming in
>His Bolt pistol fires out ordering us to charge and shoot
>Never thought I'd bellow that out loud
>Other Penal Legionnaires join in with the sentiment as we charge into the gaunt line, firing our lasguns at the same time.
>Shivs rip and slash into the forms as las bolts singe them
>Big Lad is having the time of his life
>Spot him head butting a gaunt to the ground
>He then curb stomps the gaunt whilst men push past him
>Even with our zealous fury and weaponry at full use
>Some do go down but not without taking their killers down with them
>Infantry force shrinks down to 5500
>Commissar yells the order to keep going
>The sights of our allies pushing forward and the emergence of glistening golden warriors spurs me to keep moving
>Even as a gaunt slashes at my leg
>Beat it down and fire las bolt after las bolt into its head before moving on
>Gaunt line reduced drastically, after this we'll be fighting the nid warriors
>Bring it on Xenos scum
>You ain't got nothing on the might of the Imperium
>Be me, Ridemaster 112-358-132-Apt in Death Riders of Krieg
>First Carnifex goes down to repeated melta-lancing
>Swat leaping gaunt away from face with detonated lance
>See tanks advance on other flank
>Is... that a Custodes?
>Keep fighting
>Next two Carnifexes about to close with us when they start taking fire from Mechanicus cavalry
>Charge them as well, trying to dodge claws and going for legs
>Some of us go down but some still have undetonated lances
>Carnifexes lose speed and gain new orifices from first charge
>Mechanicus pouring fire into them
>We're losing people but it won't be long before the carnfexes go down
>Circle around carnifexes, taking advantage of their leg wounds
>Trampling gaunts and fending off warriors
>Pulling them away from penal infantry by chance more than judgement
>Ready to charge carnifexes one more time
>If we down the last few we can join penal infantry and ready secondary lances while shooting down gaunts
>Be me.
>Sergeant Yuri.
>Still can’t believe I’m in a real Baneblade.
>This has been my dream since I was just a loader.
>Hop on fancy vox system.
>Zeta 23 is driving and seams to be doing an amazing job even though it’s just him.
>Decide to leave him be.
>Get on fancy vox system.
>Get message from someone who sounds very angry wondering about some kind of box.
>Tell him I have no idea what he is talking about as Mikhail was handling all that mess while I was black out drunk and he should ask him.
>Change channel and find out Sasha is here.
>Say hi, ask how she’s doing and if she needs anything?
> Hear scratching noises outside.
>Wonder what that is so I get up and try to find a hatch to stick my head out.
>Instead I find a bar.
>This baneblade has a frakking bar!
>Best! Tank! Ever!
>Needs a name though.

>Bartender is dressed weirdly though.
>And I could’ve sworn I’ve seen him somewhere before…
>Be Felinid merc captain Scarlett.
>Princess seams fine if a bit understandably traumatized.
>I leave her with the Inquisitor agent and two of my mercs to guard them, plus our medic to check up on her.
>Vox Tiff to prepare for an evac.
>Then take the rest of my squad down the hallways to look for the knife ears and find out what they’re doing here?
> Be Zeta-23
> Boosting comms, plotting firing solutions, driving tank
> Yuri starts to climb out of the tank, yelling about a bar
> Tell anyone acting as pseudo-artillery to use their best judgement and avoid hitting our allies
> Have everybody marked on tac-screens including Custodes and people are receiving data from Mikhail's Baneblade, it should be fine
> At least 62% chance it'll be fine
> Nervous about moving away from sensors though
Litany of logical thought triumping over emotion.vox
> Litany isn't really working
> Full stop in turret down position well before ridge, we should be in cover
> Clamber up after Yuri to see what the fuck he's doing
>Be Sergeant Yuri.
>Recognize the bartender as the fucker who mindraped me on the desert planet!
>Have to get away.

>Run down hallway.
>Find emergency hatch.
>Leave and climb out onto tank.
>We’re in a warzone surrounded by Nids.
>Baneblade stops.

>Zeta-23 comes out and asks what I’m doing?
>Tell him the bartender is the psyker who gave me those weird visions and we need to find a way to kill him before it’s too late.
>Zeta-23 looks at me like I’m insane.
>How could he think that? HE WAS THERE!
> Be Zeta-23
> Yuri is having visions of Ordo Chronos Inquisitor
> Inquisitor might actually have been there for all I know
> Not sure what to do about this
> Try to act calm, but this is scaring me too
> Tell him I believe Yuri saw him...
"because that incident made... unauthorised changes to my memory
I only managed to keep going normally because of databank implants
I still don't even know how I got Magos clearance back
I think he did some Inquisition bullshit in the past-future
Or the future-past, I don't know
But he told me not to come to this planet
That's the only thing I fully remember about him without accessing databanks
So we should get back in the tank before whatever it is happens to us
And because there's tyranids to kill
We'll get through this, together!"
> Offer Yuri manly warrior's handshake I have noticed Guardsmen using
> Arm may be an augmetic but it's a RealFeel Mars-diplomat variant pattern I got specifically for handshakes and such
> Should be reassuring, I hope
>Be sergeant Yuri.
>Zeta-23 assures me everything will be ok and that be believes me.
>Also says something bad is going to happen but doesn’t know what.
>Offers me his hand and I take it.
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>Look up.
“Hey, Zeta. Does part of the moon look… closer?”
> Be Zeta-23
> Yuri takes my hand, seems to be recovering
> Asks if part of the moon looks closer
> It does
> Preliminary analysis shows...
"It's... falling.
Not fast but...
We need to finish up with these nids, and get started on finding evac."
> Start climbing into tank, awaiting Yuri's orders
> Reviewing event history, don't think the Imperial Post vessel could have left
> And the Custodes must have a ship nearby for one to be here
> Ark Mechanicus is currently engaged, as is the Baleful Punishmen but they should make it
> I hope

>Be plasma gun, Ryza-pattern, designation "H07-D4WG"
>Hunting down Eldar with master and two felinids
>Finally get out of the vents and into some room
>Can hear Eldar footsteps in the distance, which aren't very easy to hear in the first place
>Fortunately, master doesn't have to listen, as there's a small trail of sweat due to me heating up the vents
>Master and I begin to follow the xenos trail, not bothering to wait for the felinids
>We're picking up some pretty good speed thanks to master's power armor
>After a few twists and turns, suddenly feel master pulling my trigger
>Do not hesitate and launch a bolt of plasma as master demands
>Hear a cry of pain accompanied by the vaporization of flesh
>Accursed things don't stop running, however
>These slippery creatures won't escape us
>Hopefully the other felinids can cut them off or something
>Be dreadnought konos
>we've arrived at the battle, right in the thick of it
>the mechanicus fellow is still banging and whirring things on my back, can even her him slightly through the sarchophagus
>do I even have ears anymore?
>get constant notifications of errors but ignore them
>start whirring up the assault cannon
>not sure how much ammo I have left due to the error notifcations, but I think I have some left
>get to see these "Tyranids" at last, they look like bigger ones of the xenos I fought beneath the city
>intriguing. I wonder how the imperium allowed those to get there
>the lines are charging each other, like something out of the Horus Heresy
>it brings a tear to my eye
>if I had eyes left to cry from
>in any case, time to purge the foul xenos scum
>the rotary cannon starts blasting these "Tyranids" as I slowly walk forward to support the group of humans I saw below the city
>I hope the mechanicus is still hanging on, would be a shame if he fell off
>Be Overlord Nebnuru the good mind haver
>I have been entering in passwords for the last hour
>Nebnuru iscoolandsexyandverysmart131
>Nebnuru iscoolandsexyandverysmart132
>Nebnuru iscoolandsexyandverysmart133
>Suddenly hear machinery whirring to life.
>Check in with my perimeter guard
>Apparently, with the exception of a few small and unfortunate raiding parties, no major ork groups showed up to our position.
>Meaning most of my forces are still intact.
>They must have recognized my superiority
>Get report from other forces that orks are stealing our smaller weapons from other outposts.
>It won't matter once I get to the super weapons I keep in the vault
>Which I definitely know exist.
>Leave all of my heavy destroyers and a good amount of warriors to guard the entrance.
>I take the rest of my warriors, immortals, and deathmarks on the elevator and descend into the vault.
>After a few minutes we reach the first hallway
>It seems the first part is just my vast collection of artwork depicting my greatest moments which I absolutely remember.
>After a few hours of marching however we start to hear a noise coming from above
>Are those... explosions?
>Suddenly we hear loud noises. The first was the sound of the tunnel roof ahead of us exploding, causing debris to hit the floor.
>The much louder noise was the roar of Orks descending through the hole
>Order my forces to open fire
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>Be Bordrek Snorrisson, famed Dwarf Ranger and wanderer
>Seen all sorts of things and have traveled all over the land
>From the Jungles of Lustria to the grand Arabyan bazaars, been there seen that
>Get called 'oop Norf' to help the Northern Mountain Holds
>Travel up the World's Edge Mountains at great personal expense, cannot leave kinsman to the evils of Daemons and crazed Northmen
>Get to the border of Troll Country, the road becomes a dirt path thick with woodland, the sun barely peaks through the thicket
>Praise th' ancestors I can see through this darkness
>Suddenly a bright flash of blue flame envelopes the road, and a bird-devil crawls out
>Epileptic flashes envelope my eyes
>See some manling in some very goofy looking Kislevite garb
>He's accompanied by a myriad of various manlings, all covered in dark cogs and pipes
>Kick the bird wazzok in the dongliz
>Have a bit of cheese from my rations
>Munch on it as I continue on my quest
>Be Naval Breacher Jermak Stokerson
>Making desperate attack on unknown hostile vessel
>We breach close to the enginarium
>Chaos runes everywhere
>Avert my eyes, thumb my palm, and recite a prayer
>Follow my shield man onwards
>We need to get into the enginarium and damage or destroy a power source
>Replacement demo trooper "Ticker" putting small charges on circuit panels as we pass
>Man has so many explosives I'm worried a stray round might send us to the Emperor
>But at least it would damage the ship
>The enginarium is well-defended, but there's breachers all around and some are punching holes in walls to fire through
>Copy them
>We just need one team to get through and do enough damage
>Be Arch Magos Explorator Prime.
>Notice half the orks are peeling away towards one half of the moon they were pushing.
>Scan the moon.
>Detect a massive amount of Necron energy.
>Redirect half the Skitarii boarding parties to instead make their way towards the half of the moon with the Necron energy signals.

>Also notice the other half of the moon is about to crash into Tharss 8.
>Send a message down to my Marshal and the Knights to let them know.
>Be me.
>Princeps Maximus of the Warlord Titian Burning Sun.
>Fighting bugs on some backwater hive world.
>All I’ve really done is stomp around mostly.
>Secutarii and Serberys corps mop up the gaunts I miss.
>Nothing big for me to fight.

>Just then 2 baneblades and a couple dozen tanks and a bunch of guardsmen leave the city.
>Guess things are worse than I thought.
>Might need to actually start paying attention to this battle.
>My serberys leave me to support the other cavalry infantry.
>Hear a roar.
>Bio Titian on the horizon spotted.
>Grin inside my tank and reave up gatling laser.

>Get a message from the Magos that half the moon is coming down.
>Better make this quick than.
>Be Marcus
>Fighting is getting intense as we thin down the gaunt ranks
>Then the riders start trampling over more of the gaunts
>Our advance slows slightly as the riders ready themselves to charge the big bugs again
>Warriors seem distracted temporarily
>That changes once Biggie ends up shanking one in the face with his bayonet and starts unloading round after round into its head
>Commissar ordering us to keep up the advance
>Thanks to the riders the casualties we would have faced from the warriors is minimised
>Another 500 men go down to the warriors
>Slashed to pieces by their swords
>Biggie is unfortunately one of the 500
>After killing one warrior he fought another one
>It brutalised his body damn right taking his torso from his legs
>But that didn't stop Biggie from cracking it's neck with his bare hands
>Rest in peace Biggie
>I turn my attention back to the fight barely avoiding a slash from a warrior
>Cuts right through my flak armour and penal jumpsuit
>Large slash across my stomach
>Thankfully not deep enough to where I really have to worry
>Despite it being low quality, the flak armour did save me
>Stab the warrior in the neck and fire out several las bolts until it goes down
>Spot the Commissar getting stuck into the melee
>His Chainsword hacking and chopping the warrior he fights
>Finishes it off with a round from his bolt pistol and moves on
>All the while telling us to keep at it
>My pace slows significantly but I'm not going down yet
>I'm still needed after this engagement
>I'm not forgiven yet
>I scream out
>Continue to support by firing my lasgun at the warriors
>Can't get into a melee fight against one again in my state
>Hope to the Emperor I don't pass out from blood loss
>I'd be trampled to death by my fellow prisoners if that happens
>Be Nurse.
>Have no idea who’s bright idea it was to board a chaos astartes vessel, but who’s ever it was: “Fuck you”.
>Bad enough dealing with injuries that make logical sense.
>Now whenever someone gets burned I need to answer a series of riddles or cut off several tentacles just to get to the actual wound.
>We brought Ticker along this time dispite me saying repeatedly he should be in a psych ward not on missions.
>Hate to think what these non euclidean corridors are doing to his PTSD.

>Of course Jermak rushes in thinking he’s invincible with his melta.
>Just hope we don’t need to drag him back to the ship again.
>Be me, Ridemaster 112-358-132-Apt in Death Riders of Krieg
>Fending off gaunts and warriors while we reform so the men with prepared meltatips are in the front
>Ride down the remaining frontline Carnifexes with help of tanks and skitarii cavalry
>We take casualties but they go down
>Join the Condemned and add our firepower to theirs
>Half our riders prepare their secondary lances for any targets of opportunity while the other half supports penal infantry at the front
>Then we swap
>Ready to charge again, waiting for target of opportunity
>Managing to keep the tyranids back but we can't hold forever
>Try to keep a corridor for skitarii cavalry where we rode but they tend to have different tactics
>Thankfully a titan is engaging the tyranids now
>But they have something to match
>We're entering the endgame
>Be Naval Breacher Jermak Stokerson
>Nurse is mad again
>I can't help it if there's hostiles and I have the melta
>Defense is too heavy
>We're inflicting casualties but not enough
>Shooting through the walls is telling on the hostiles but we're only doing so much damage to the infrastructure
>Order Ticker to start launching and throwing charges through the melta'd hole and vox other squads to do the same
>If we can do enough damage from out here we won't need to break through entirely
>But we will need to run
>Be Captain Ortland
>Get reports from breaching teams that the vessel firing upon the Ark Mechanicus is a chaos Astartes vessel
>Immediately order a vox towards the Ark Mechanicus to brace for whatever the hell the Chaos ship is going to do
>Also note half of the moon is falling towards the planet
>Final solution plan ruled out, a secondary penal ship won't make it in time
>Order breaching teams to continue operations
>Order the Baleful Punishment to start getting closer towards the chaos vessel
>Fire all weapons into the command centre of the vessel to try and cripple it some more
>Order gun runs from attack craft to target the weapon batteries to cripple the vessels fire power
>My grip on my power sword tightens up as I order another vox to be sent down to the ground forces
>Vox that a chaos Astartes vessel is in the air with us and targeting the Ark Mechanicus. I also add that breaching teams from the Baleful Punishment have made their way on board and that the ship itself is working on taking down the enemy vessel
>Also say the Nid fleet has been destroyed and the Orks are distracted by something on the other half of the moon that isn't falling towards the planet
>The Baleful Punishment continues to rain down laser fire upon the enemy vessel
>Seems the Baleful Punishment will have quite a few stories about it to be told to new recruits for the penal legion and Armsmen
>Be Marcus
>The 221st is continuing it's grinding assault
>The gaunts have been cleared out by two thirds from my best guess
>They are falling faster and faster as we deal with the warriors
>See the riders kill the last of the frontline big bugs
>They then join our assault
>Horses weaving through our ranks of infantry
>Hey it helps significantly as I'm taking pot shots with my gun
>The Commissar is yelling at us to keep going and to wipe them out
>Casualties for us have slowed to a crawl thanks to the assistance of the riders
>Feel myself slowing down further thanks to my wound
>Order myself to keep moving
>Never stop, always marching
>Fire a few las bolts into a warrior which then gets impaled by a rider
>Chuckle slightly to myself as I keep moving
>Pain kicking in more and more but I can't stop now
>Soon I see a giant fucking bug
>My eyes widen at the sight of it, but my legs keep moving
>Then one of the God Engines begins opening fire upon it
>Glorious to behold, almost causes me to stop moving
>But the Commissar's yells keep me going as his pistol blows a warrior to pieces
>Keep walking and firing
>Eventually we see the warrior ranks beginning to deplete
>Thank the Emperor for giving me the strength to keep on going with this mission
>Even as the pain from my wound causes me to stop briefly to let out a yell of pain
>Must endure it
>I am criminal scum after all, I deserve this punishment
> Be Zeta-23
> Yuri seems mostly okay to continue
> Sensors showing Death Riders formed up with Condemned, Titan approaching
> Moon still falling, we have hours at best
> Tyranid bio-titan coming out of psychic interference
> It's heading straight for the friendly titan
> Driving on Yuri's orders, our tanks are finishing off as many nids as possible
> Sharing firing solution to drop shells into Zoanthropes on other side of them from Custodes
> If we take their psykers and the titan takes down their bio-titan, we should be home free
> We still need evac though
> ...idea
> Vox Imperial post vessel that the Mechanicus requests the safe delivery of several regiments of Imperial Guard and a Custodes as soon as nids are finished
> I'm sure that between the Baleful, the Explorator, and the Imperial Post they'll be able to hold us all, at least until we get to a world where the moon isn't falling
> And the mention of a Custodes will light a fire under their meatbag asses
>Be recently promoted Baneblade commander Mikhail
>Lord Comrade Custodes is dealing with floating lightning brain nids
>Provide covering fire, keeping smaller forms off him
>See massive tyranid stomp past, moving to fight Imperial titan
>Distracted from nids for moment but gunners keeping fire up
>Push forward slightly, trying to envelop tyranid frontline
>Krieg Death Riders are in line with Condemned infantry boys now
>If I can envelop line on left and Yuri keeps it up on other side tyranids should start to collapse
>Except for monster titan boy but that is problem for our own titan
>Push baneblade forward, order three of Russ to follow in wake and face right to mow down tyranid lines
>Other Russ is watching my back and theirs
>Tyranid lines start to falter like trainee on first patrol encountering ork
>They do not collapse completely
>Think the bio-titan or floating lightning brain nid is keeping them going
>But we have advantage on guns now
bump for later post
I think the thread has lasted too long to bump because of low activity in the middle - it's two weeks old, you're best just posting before it falls off the page
Different anon here, but holy crap, I did not realize we started this 2 weeks ago
time flies when you're having fun
do we make a new thread to finish this out or what? I think we're close to ending on the ground war on the planet, but not sure how things are going to work out in space or on the moon
>Be Naval Breacher Jermak Stokerson
>All teams throwing and launching charges into enginarium while shooting in to stop them being thrown out
>Explosions on explosions, barely duck shrapnel
>Hope that cuts the power or at least drops it a little
>Tell everyone to run for the Selachians like Horus is behind them
>Armsmen try to cut us off but Ticker still has grenades and a melta takes care of the last one
>Make it back onto the Selachian and depart
>Three breaches in as many hours, that has to be some kind of record
>Run out of adrenaline and realise I didn't duck all of that shrapnel
>Best part of some kind of panel is stuck in my shoulder
>Some of it is in my chest armour but I don't think it penetrated
>Nurse is going to fucking kill me probably
>Call her over anyway
I have no idea. I'm just waiting on the mansion scenes to play out more
that's the only place I don't have a character. that and the moon I guess.
>Be sorcerer lord Xerxes
>dipshits trying to smash my ship
>cast a spell before ritual begins to activate rubrics and another to command some beasts to defend my power source
>finally send psychic command to cult and beastmen leaders to use the long ways for ambush
> heldrakes and possessed aircraft duel with naval forces as the first warp crafted shells fire at mechanichus ship
>begin my ritual by sacrificing slowly the triplet sons of a saint while utilizing a true name given to me by father
>Sorcerer cultists begin chanting alongside me as their eyes melt and the barrier between realspace slowly crumbles
>Even my own eyes sting and bleed some but I continue on as some souls planetside get used as they are drawn up.
>soon doom comes for them
>Be Custodian Tiberius
>In the middle of the Zoanthropes, ducking and weaving and carving my way through them
>Because of course they leave the most difficult job to the Custodes
>Still, have managed to slaughter a fair few of them without a scratch, only damage is my robe getting scratched
>only a little while more and I'll be done, though I'm sure they'll ask me to fight the bio titan or a second army all by myself
>I hope that wasting all this time here is worth it, the package has been gone for a while now
>get a vox from the pilot, he informs me the moon is going to impact the planet soon
>What in the Emperor's name has been going on up there?
>These idiots are probably going to start asking me to carry everyone to safety, or maybe give them some room on my ship
>And I still need to find the package
>My existence is to serve, it is the emperor's will that the humans must be saved
>Even if they are puny fools that mess up all our plans
>At least they're not astartes
>Be Kaptain Krunch
>we'z looted loads of dakka already, necron dakka is the best
>also the ship tells me they're nearly done cutting through on the humies big gun
>The boyz have dug through to the underlevels of the necron place
>jumping through the hole while yelling WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH
>finally reach the bottom
>the necron guy is a little behind us
>hahaha, beat him to it
>he and his tinnies start firing at us
>don't bother shootin back, wes got dakka to loot
>run through the halls, mostly boring things like pictures, only a couple bits of dakka like the stuff upstairs
>where's this git keepin the good stuff?

Two threads to go and this'll archive
> Be Zeta-23
> Psychic interference starts to clear up
> Custodes is slaughtering Zoanthropes
> Tyranids are losing coherence, except for the bio-titan
> Zoanthropes too close to target without hitting the Custodes
> Re-plot firing solutions for everyone except Mikhail's platoon, they're fully engaged
> Need to slow down bio-titan for our titan
> Dreadnought seems to be moving to alongside Condemned
> Skitarii still clinging to him as he obliterates tyranids
> Vox Dreadnought, advise him to follow my marker when the tyranids are done so I can keep him active and ensure he gets transport
> Space battle is apparently getting warpy, naval breachers retreating from hostile ship
> Can't tell if it's been significantly damaged
> [WARNING]: Multitasking.exe is at-
> Drop attention from space battle again, augmetics are not enjoying this
> As soon as the bio-titan is gone we basically have a cleared LZ but for the Zoanthropes
Yuri here, I could start a new thread if everyone wants but I don’t know it there’ll be interest since like someone said their are long periods of no one posting. I don’t know if it’s best to just rap up things here or start a new one.
Zeta-23 here, I'd like to continue but I share the concerns about interest/activity. Maybe something should happen to put everything on a bus for the next time?
Still Yuri. I also plan to do a thread for Christmas later. So this isn’t the full end.
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>Be me
>be Szlo,khal the Skyripper
>its been 4 days since that Coup worked
>killed that bastard V'olszhal the Harvester
>Rollin deep with 300ish Night Lords
>last Coup killed 693 Mortals due to sabotage of a torpedo in the loading bay
>K'hemous the Seeing said there is an agriworld near by in the system
>we lie in wait near the asteroid field near by and start trying to tap in their noosphere
>Guard regiment is on the world, cant make out other forces, mechanicus...unknown
>mostly humans, easy pickings

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