>>690726

>year

>>690726
A year

>>690726
A Year.

Sounds like a good starting point and either way we still have a lot to learn.

>0 for month
>3 for year
>0 for years
Vote called

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What are your chosen cybernetics?

>Please pick (3) (Very Rare or lower) from the list

>Pick (3) (Very Rare or lower) from another list in any Dark Heresy book.

>>690763
Bionic resporitary system
Synth muscle
MIU weapons interface

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Forgot to mention, if you use one from another book, please post which book.

Rolled 12, 15, 15 = 42 (3d27)

>>690763

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>>690785
Please check all cybernetics in the table, and look at the allowed availability

>>690763
Interface Port
Subskin Armor
Mechandendrite

>>690763
>Subskin armor
>Synthmuscle
>Calc. logi
Battle mathematician is a go

>>690825
I'm gonna vote for this. It seems fun.

Inb4 we're a nerd and get bullied by Sororitas.

Vote closes in 5 minutes.

And there's time.
>>Subskin armor
>>Synth Muscle
>>Calculus logi
had 1 more vote than anything else.

>>690825
I like this

Shouldn't we wait until we see what position we're filling before we outfit ourselves?

Finally, the world around you comes into focus, like a veil you didn't even know existed has been lifted from your eyes. You are a moderately equipped tech-priest, and the local Adeptus Mechanicus in this station have cleared you and your cybernetics to come aboard the station. Now you must deal with the Adeptus Administratum.

Just what did you come to this station for?

>You came in with the Guard Regiment. [You will be given a (Scarce or lower) basic weapon or a (Average or lower) melee weapon of your choice.

>You are with a Rogue Trader. You will be given another cybernetic (Scarce or lower) of your choice and a monotask servoskull of your choice.

>You came with an Inquisitor. [You will be given a (Scarce or lower) basic weapon and a monotask servoskull of your choice.

>You came with an Explorator. You will be given another cybernetic Rare or lower) of your choice and a monotask servoskull of your choice.

>>690921
In hindsight, that would probably have been wiser.

>>690935
>You came in with the Guard Regiment

>>690935
>You came with an explorator

>>690935
>You came in with the Guard Regiment.

>>690941
Hindsight is 20/20. Just look at the Horus Heresy

>>690954
I'd rather not look at my greatest mistake.

>>690968
> Your Greatest Mistake
> Not Fulgrim

>>690975
Fulgrim was not the one who struck me down, sweet child.

>>690978
> Dying ought to be preferable to siring that faggot

>>690975
> Fulgrim
> Not Konrad
>It's not the size of the mistake, it's how easy you could have avoided making it

>Guard Regiment-2
>Explorator-1
>Inquisitor-0

So, you want to be a soldier?

>>691006
Idleness begets heresy, after all. And the Guard is always busy.

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Machinery whirrs, and you can feel the acceleration in your ears as you are whisked away to another section of this entry.

Your implant buzzes into your mind, providing you with information about your speed, apparent height, and even how off the gravity generators are from the Terran Standard (.082 m/^2 off to be exact).

When the veil lifts again, you are in front of another terminal, but in the air you can taste the Holy Promethium in the air, and the smell of blessed oil permeates the air around this armory.

>Please select a (Scarce or lower) basic weapon or a (Average or lower) melee weapon from the list

>Pick a (Scarce or lower) basic weapon or a (Average or lower) melee weapon from another list in any Dark Heresy book. Provide the page number and book it is found in.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>691026
I'm split between a regular Lasgun and the Long las so I'll let the dice pick.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>691038
Please, child, allow me. 1 is lasgun, 2 is Long Las

>>691042
The Emperor has spoken, I guess.

>>691026
>>691044
Actually, scratch that
Chain Axe is where it's at

>>691051
Don't forget to delete your first post. I do that all the time.

I'll give it another ten minutes to allow other people to cote

And that's time. Two ways to proceed from here. I can roll 1d2 between a Lasgun and a Chain Axe, or one of you could change your vote. I'll be back in five minutes.

>>691130
I pick the lasgun

>>691153
Suddenly Eldar.

>>691130
Voting for the Chain Axe

>>691189
Well shit

Rolled 2 (1d2)

NOW THE DICE OF FATE MUST BE ROLLED

1 is Lasgun, 2 is Chain Axe

Your Chain Axe's weight on your hip is a constant reminder of the damage you can deal to the Opposition. Over the past year, you have refined your talent for warfare and killing, but now you've been sent to this station. Why?

>Vehicle Repair First destination will be the Adeptus Mechanicus' Chapel in the station proper.

>Weapon Acquisition First destination will be the Adeptus Administratum Division in the station proper.

>Shore Leave First destination in the next vote.

>>691275
>Weapon Acquisition

>>691275
>Weapon Acquisition
Everybody likes the Quartermaster.

>>691275
>Weapon Acquisition

And that's time! Unanimous vote for going to Weapons Acquisition

You feel the acceleration again, but only for a moment as you are finally allowed into the Grand Entrance. You can smell dirty bodies and dirty oil, and as you walk forward, the crowd parts around you, wary of this red robed intruder.

You consult your dataslate on directions and are off on your way, looking for the Adeptus Administratum's building in the upper echelons of the City-Station.

Finally, you find yourself there and you venture forth to the waiting terminal, depositing the request for arms into it, and wait for the order to verify itself.

When it concludes, you are invited into the looming Cathedral to gather the servitors and the precious cargo they carry. You manage to find the proper window and present your order forms to the clerk on the other side.

"Your order for arms has been read and accepted. Servitors will soon be present carrying the goods." The clerk says his lines mechanically, as if reading from a pre-determined script. "So, you're with the Guard, huh? What do you think they're picking up here?"

>"Probably arms, considering the request."
>"I don't know, can you check?"
>[Say nothing]
>Write-in

>>691432
>"Probably arms, considering the request."

>>691432
>"Probably arms, considering the request."

>>691432
>>"Probably arms, considering the request."

>>691432
>"Probably arms, considering the request."
Gotta go Emps, I'll try to catch you later.

>>691457
Go peacefully my son, and may the Universe bow to your will.

Forgot to say votes were called. AND THAT'S TIME.
Post inbound.

Your voice is a grating monotone from seldom use. "Probably arms, considering the request." The clerk looks shocked for a moment before blinking rapidly a few times.

"Did a Tech-Priest just use a form of humor with me?" He stares at you for a moment, then pinches himself and contorts his hands into the symbol of the God-Emperor. "My Most Holy God-Emperor, a Tech-Priest with a sense of humor. Preserve me."

You blink back at him.

"So, uh, just to scratch an itch, are you a man or a woman under those robes?"

>"A fine mind is a blessing of the Emperor - It should not be cluttered with trivialities."
>"I was a male, at one point."
>"I was a female, at one point."
>"I am a male."
>"I am a female."

>>691530
>"I am a female."

It can make things more interesting and unique

Anything you anons would like more of? This is babbie's first quest, so any constructive criticism is appreciated.

>>691530
>"I am a male. Eyes up here."

>>691552
Really would like to see the interaction between techpriest and guardsmen, rank and enlisted, as I always found the distance yet familiarity of the mechanicus to the ordinary imperial interesting. Also options for deadpan humor occasionally. Generation Kill in space basically.

>>691552
So far I think your doing good, ecspecially for a first timer QM. Just get off the golden throne and do something about your crumbling imperium

>>691530
>"I am a male."
>The BCC
>Big Cybernetic Cock

>>691563
Guardsmen soon, anon

>>691569
MY IMPERIUM IS MINE TO DO WITH AS I WILL, CHILD

>>691581
Well it would be nice if you just spent more time with your kids

>>691552
>I'm no QM, but I believe it may be beneficial for you to have shorter voting times with this number of players. Because A-Activity begets activity and B-There aren't enough players to shitpost inbetween your posts as to fill the gap. Not criticizing your writing speed, but waiting this long with so few players may be viewed as redundant. Also, just some encouragement, keep with it. A dearth of activity in the short term means nothing

>>691530
>>"I am a male."

So, Are the guardsmen we are with cadian?

Egads, I keep forgetting to call the vote.

You chuckle, the sound difficult in your throat. Before this past year, the sound of a laugh was as alien to you as the idea of charging into battle with a Chain Axe. Now, after so much time around Guardsmen, you still aren't used to it. You have had to learn how to laugh from observing those around you and modifying it to fit yourself.

"I am a male. Please keep your eyes on mine."

The clerk gives you an odd look. "I swear on everything Holy, you Tech-Priests are the strangest bunch."

As if on a timer, a servitor walks up behind the clerk, and a mechanical voice issues forth from its throat. "ALL GOODS HAVE BEEN RETRIEVED AS ORDERED, ASSIGN DESIGNATION: FOLLOW."

The clerk turns back to you and hands you what looks like a small dataslate. "Press the tab here, and then walk out the way you came in. The servitors will meet you there and will follow you back to your ship. May the Blessings of the Emperor shine upon you, comrade."

>"Blessed are the Gun Makers."
>"And you as well, comrade."
>Leave without saying a word.
>Write-in

Voting time will now decrease to seven minutes.

>>691646
>Leave without saying a word.
>Mumble to yourself in Lingua-Technis about how much of a meatball and tool clerk was

>>691646
>>"And you as well, comrade."

>>691663
>>691646
>Second

And there's time! Final vote is:

>Leave without saying a word.
>Mumble to yourself in Lingua-Technis about how much of a meatball and tool clerk was-2/3

>"And you as well, comrade."-1/3

You begin your journey out of the Administratum's building, a stream of words that only you and other Tech-Priests can understand.

"A TECH-PRIEST WITH A SENSE OF HUMOR? HOW OBTUSE CAN YOU BE? HOW HARD IS IT TO UNDERSTAND F(FX)*DX=G(X) AND TO FIND THE HUMOR IN Y=X{2\LN(X)-2C}? MUST BE A MEATBAG THING."

As you come through the large doors you entered in, you see the long train of servitors you are to lead back to your ship.

Roll me 3d10+4, DC to make it back to the ship mostly unmolested is 11

Rolled 4, 1, 2 + 4 = 11 (3d10 + 4)

>>691742

Rolled 3, 7, 3 + 4 = 17 (3d10 + 4)

>>691742
Roll over correct?

>>691753
Correct, roll over. Both your roll and the roll above yours are passing rolls.

Rolled 1, 4, 1 + 4 = 10 (3d10 + 4)

>>691742

>>691778
>>691753
>>691747
2/3 Passed, Success Cleared

You wind your way back to the ship, only having to use the servitor guards assigned to you twice as gangers attempt to pull cargo-bearing servitors out of the procession.

You see more and more Imperial Guard uniforms, until you are a speck of red in a sea of green. You locate the Quartermaster's section and quickly retrieve the small dataslate gicen to you by the clerk.

"Here are the arms, as requested by the Colonel. This dataslate appears to have control of them."

The gruff, portly man looks you up and down. "Any troubles while out in the city, cogboy?"

>"Nothing not easily taken care of."
>"Yes, some gangers tried to take one of the servitors away, but that was dealt with promptly."
>"No"
>Write-in

>>691838
>>"Yes, some gangers tried to take one of the servitors away, but that was dealt with promptly."
We will be a social cogboy.

>>691838
>>Write-in
> The Omnissiah sees us through the folly's of filching fleshbags.

And that's time! I'll just write a combination of the two votes.

>>691838
>>"Nothing not easily taken care of."

"Yes, some gangers tried to take one of the servitors away, but the Omnissiah sees us through the folly's of filching fleshbags."

The Quartermaster raises an eyebrow and grunts. "So it goes, cogboy. I believe you are dismissed from your duties from the day now, and I would like to offer you a small job helping me and mine sort through our inventory. I could be convinced to 'lose' an item or two if you were so inclined. Aside from that, I hear that some of the Regiment's vehicles were having some difficulty with... something or another. Here's the directions to the garage if you end up wanting them.

>Help the Quartermaster
>Go to the Garage
>Wander around aimlessly A moment of laxity spawns a lifetime of heresy.

>>691917
>Help the Quartermaster
There is never not a good reason to get in good graces with the man who doles out carapace armor and plasma guns.

>>691917
>Help the Quartermaster

And there's time! Both votes are for helping the Quartermaster.

>>691917
>Help the Quartermaster

You call out. "Quartermaster! I believe I could do the most by helping you, here."

A grin cracks its way across the man's weathered face. "There ya go son, now you're in the right mind."

He quickly leads you into his section, pointing out important landmarks and explaining organizaton, before showing you to your task.

"Now, you shouldn't need to worry about any Grots anymore, but if you see any, just go ahead and kill them using that Chain Axe of yours. Now then, here we are."

He gestures in front of him, a large loading bay full of servitors packing, unpacking, and moving crates of arms, armor and ammo. The loud sounds of moving machinery, along with the faint smell of Promethium and oil, warms your heart as a Tech-Priest.

Roll me 3d10+4 (from Calculus Logi) vs. a DC of 12 (Base 10, +2 from "TOTALLY NOT GROTS")

Will collect rolls in five minutes, and then probably end for the night after writing the next update.

Rolled 10, 8, 1 + 4 = 23 (3d10 + 4)

>>692011

2 more rolls please.

Rolled 3, 9, 3 + 4 = 19 (3d10 + 4)

Just one more

>>692011

Rolled 5, 1, 1 + 4 = 11 (3d10 + 4)

>>692107
Oops, I think something went wrong.

>>692126
>>692077
>>692018
2/3 Rolls Passed, Success Cleared

You call out. "Quartermaster! I believe I could do the most by helping you, here."

A grin cracks its way across the man's weathered face. "There ya go son, now you're in the right mind."

He quickly leads you into his section, pointing out important landmarks and explaining organizaton, before showing you to your task.

"Now, you shouldn't need to worry about any Grots anymore, but if you see any, just go ahead and kill them using that Chain Axe of yours. Now then, here we are."

He gestures in front of him, a large loading bay full of servitors packing, unpacking, and moving crates of arms, armor and ammo. The loud sounds of moving machinery, along with the faint smell of Promethium and oil, warms your heart as a Tech-Priest.

Roll me 3d10+4 (from Calculus Logi) vs. a DC of 12 (Base 10, +2 from "TOTALLY NOT GROTS")

2/3 Rolls Passed, Success Cleared

You work diligently until the end of your shift, and then promptly clock out and take yourself back to the Quartermaster.

"I've done what is assigned to me, Quartermaster."

The Quartermaster grunts and shakes his head, as if he was asleep with his eyes open. "So you have cogboy, and now I'll let you forget something in the inventory."

He stands up and walks around a corner you hadn't noticed before, and when you follow him, you see something that looks similar to the markets you walked through earlier today. He leads you to a smaller room off to the side, and tells you to pick one item.

>Is that a Flamer you see?

>A Lasgun with some attachments.

>A chestpiece of carapace armor.

>A set of Flak Armor.

>An extremely over sized pistol.

>Something covered up with a large green tarp.


Last vote of the night, will write the results tomorrow

BREAK

So, anons, how was it? What can be improved? Are there any of you left alive?

>>692165
>A Lasgun with some attachments.

>>692169
Overall I think this was a good episode all things considered.

>>692169
I liked it. Good writing, good timing

>>692165
>>692202
Also,
>An oversized pistol
It'll go with our axe!

>>692169
I like it, even if I had to go and missed most of it. I don't think anyone's ever done a techpriest quest before. Do you want us to vote on the item now or wait until you start back up?

>>692226
>>692165
Nevermind, missed the last spoiler.
>A Lasgun with some attachments.

>>692165
>An extremely over sized pistol.

>>692226
There was one on /tg/ a while ago

Oh! I remembered what I was forgetting! I have a twitter! It is as follows:
https://twitter.com/TheEmperor1234

>>692165
>Oversized pistol

Chain axe, pistol, wearing red; I'm sure we are going to be a real great guy.

>>692165
Shame I missed the thread. Looks good so far

Supermuscled, deadpan techpriest with a chain-axe is a concept I can get behind. Just need to get our hands on a shield and a fullset of carapace then we're be one seriously unique servant of the omnissiah

>>Is that a Flamer you see?
For what it's worth.

>>692165
A Flamer. Good God do I want to burn someone.

>An extremely over sized pistol.

So should one of our goals be too make a tower shield with multiple shield generators? Our other weapon being a long handled chain axe with built in ranged weapon?

>>693311
I always see tech priests with long-handled chainaxes the size of a staff or poleaxe. I'd like to our guy with a much shorter chainaxe more easily used one-handed.

I reckon a pretty awesome goal would be to become a techpriest of war - big tower shield with either a shield generator or a shock field (alla Arbites suppression shields) in one hand, chainaxe in the other cleaving - cleaving and bashing our way through the foe, outfitted in as heavy armour as we can get our oily mitts on and an MIU lasgun (or flamer) firing over the top of our shield

>>693352
I love it.
We shouldn't forget our studies however

What if we model ourself after a custode, one of the best tech-priests in the Imperium

>>693352
Add mechandrite-held weapons and Rocket Knees for a fast retreat, we have a deal.

Will return in approximately 3 hours, at school now and then I work out from 4:45 to 6:45. Would y'all prefer it if I tried to crank out a few updates here?
Fuck off classes r gr8

>>694043
Focus on class, faggot

t. your professor

>>694047
Try again bucko

>>694043
Updates now thx son

UPDATE SOON, MY CHILDREN
My apologies for my tardiness, showers are amazing

>>694696
Egads! My name! However will they know who I am?

>A Lasgun with some attachments. 2/8

>An extremely over sized pistol. 4/8

>Is that a Flamer you see? 2/8

The Hand Cannon eh? Very well. You shall reap what you sow.

>>694714

Do we need to get an augmetic wrist?

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As if guided by an unseen force, you gravitate towards the large pistol whose handle pokes out of the pile.

You take it in your hand, and gingerly, pull it out of the large mess of weapons and armor. The mound shifts, and you know you have made the right choice.

The weight, feel and balance of the weapon all feel right in your hand. You know you have made the right choice.

The Quartermaster speaks up from behind you. "That right there is a good one. Been with the regiment longer than I have, and shows no sign of stopping anytime soon."
He pauses, carefully tracing the lines of the weapon with his eyes. "If you were any other member of this regiment, I would tell you to take care of it as if it was your child. You being who you are, I don't see the need of having to say that. Don't make me regret it."

He then turns his eyes to you, and you feel as if your very soul is being squeezed.

>"Yes sir!"
>"It is my duty."
>"Big guns never tire."
>"As you command."
>Write in.

>>694717
I'll call it saying you already have synth muscle that you can fire somewhat accurately with both hands, but yes, if you want to be able to decimate your enemies, and see them driven before you, I would recommend getting an augmented wrist ASAP

>>694752
>"It is my duty. She could not have found better hands and her spirit will be well taken care of."

Not going with the Yes Sir because we are technically outside of the Imperial Guard command structure

How do we go about getting updates and additional augmetics?

>>694779
All will be revealed my son. Trust in your Emperor.
I'll figure it out

I'll give it another 4 minutes in order to allow people to arrive

>>694752
>"It is my duty."

>>694752
>>"It is my duty."

And there's time! We will be going with >>694779
But I still notice all of my sons.>>694800
>>694807

>>694752
>"It is my duty."

You straighten your back, and meet the Quartermaster's eyes with your own, daring him to say more.
"It is my duty. She could not have found better hands and her spirit will be well taken care of."

The Quartermaster's eyes lighten for a moment, before quickly fading back to a piercing gaze. "In that case, may it serve you well, Tech-Priest."

He marches toward you, before he apparently changes his mind and makes a quick detour to grab the holster. Then he goes to you, offering the holster to hang on your underclothes. He waits for you to hook it on your belt before sticking his hand out to shake yours.

>Shake his hand
>Walk away
>Write in

>>694840
>Shake his hand.

>>694840
>Shake his hand

>>694840
>Shake his hand

>>694840
>Shake his hand

>>694840
>Shake his hand

>>694840
>Shake his hand

And there's time! Obviously the vote goes to walking away and looking in disdain in his general direction.

Merely a joke, my children. You are shaking his hand.

>>694875

man I can't wait to get augmetic hands that we can do the best handshakes with, and to make secret handshakes that only other tech priests can be a part of

You reach for his hand, and carefully match the pressure you feel in your extremity. He raises an eyebrow for a moment, but he quickly dismisses it. After an appropriate amount of time, you both break the hold, and continue on your ways. The pistol on your hip is a comforting weight to bear.

As you wander the camp, you wonder as to what to do with yourself now. You could always go back to the garage, to check if the issues there have been resolved yet. Alternatively, you could go around the camp, go back to the Mechanicus' section on the ship to look for work, or go out into the city.

>Go to Garage
>Go to Mechanicus Cathedral on the ship
>Into the city!
>Write in

>>694895
>Into the city!
>A good technologist looks in the least likely of places

>>694895
>Into the city!

>>694895
>Go to Mechanicus Cathedral on the ship

>>694895
>Go to Mechanicus Cathedral on the ship

>>694895
>Go to our fellow Cogboys
>Perhaps they may require our help with something?

>>694916
The fellow Cogboys in the city or in the ship?

Two more minutes!

>>694923
I was thinking ship, but if it's a tie I'll jump over to city for simplicity's sake.

And there's time!

>Into the city! 2/5

>Into the ship! 2/5

>>694930
DECIDE NOW MY SON, OR LET THE DICE DO IT FOR YOU

>>694937
Ship, fuck, calm down holy Emperor.

>>694937

>Into the city! 2/5

>>694937
The city

>Go to Mechanicus Cathedral on the ship

You curve out your walking path to lead you to the entrance of the ship, your implant buzzing happily in your head as you use it.

You enter the dark corridors, and feel at ease from the comforting four walls and the harsh buzz of the lights along the floor and on your head.

You walk with purpose, making sharp corners, enjoying the feeling of your pistol slapping up against your thigh. Soon, the walls take on a more refined look, with smudges and unexplained scratches becoming more and more rare as you venture deeper into the area of the ship the other Tech-Priests live and work on the ship.

The stream of servitors has also increased. Some moderately damaged models following the same path as you, while other, refreshed models stream past you on the way to their next assignment.

Eventually you come up to a Door. In front of this Door are two very large and imposing Skitarii armed with Power Halberds. As you approach, they drop their blades, temporarily denying you entrance.

You stand in front of them, the floor underneath you the Symbol of your Life. You reach forward with your hand, a small port opening on your finger. As your hand approaches the floor, a small, barely noticeable, hatch opens up, and you plug yourself in.

>01110111 01100101 01101100 01100011 01101111 01101101 01100101 00100000 01100010 01110010 01101111 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 00101100 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101101 01100001 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101111 01101101 01101110 01101001 01110011 01110011 01101001 01100001 01101000 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110100 01100011 01101000 00100000 01101111 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101

Code thunders into your skull, welcoming you back into the fold of your brethren.

Your eyes squeezed shut, you reply in kind to the greeting.

01101001 01110100 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100111 01101111 01101111 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01100010 01100101 00100000 01101000 01101111 01101101 01100101

You open your eyes and disconnect from the mainframe, and look up to see the Skitarii have once again opened the pathway into the Cathedral.

You could go and find some work on the appropriate terminal, maybe to work your way towards a new augment.

You could also rest, as this has been a rather busy day for you.

Maybe, however, this wasn't enough for you. You want to test this glorious piece of iron on your hip and you know just the place to do that. The Testing Grounds.

>To a terminal to look for work.
>To your domicile, to rest and recuperate.
>To the Testing Grounds

Gonna run out for a while, need to do various degenerate activities, I'll try to be back in an hour, expect two hours gone.

>>694999
>To the Testing Grounds

>>694999
>To the Testing Grounds

>>694999
Terminal

>>694999
>To the Testing Grounds

>>694999
>To the Testing Grounds

>>694999
Testing grounds

>>695007
I hope you aren't gone as long as the last time you went on the can, Emps.

>>695248
What was that, 10,000 years?

I RETURN

>>695248
I never was gone, my brave son. I merely went to another few hundred places.

And obviously, that's time. Final vote came down to be:
>To the Testing Grounds 5/6

>To a terminal to look for work. 1/6

You cock your head, listening to an entirely different rhythm to be found in what you have been calling home for the past year.

The thrash, the gunshot, the crunch and slash of glorious combat between personal servitors, and the occasional Tech-Priest.

That place that you thought was so repugnant at first, that soon turned into a grudging respect after your first time in combat, and over the course of the campaign, you found yourself going there more and more.

The Testing Grounds.

Why were you so enthralled with them now?

>I imagined the faces of our foes onto the blank faces in the Arena.

>Something about the sheer thrill in the combat.

>I longed to be better in arms than anyone else eventually, and where else to learn safely?

AND YOU THOUGHT CHARGEN WAS OVER

>>695375
>I imagined the faces of our foes onto the blank faces in the Arena
>and sometimes friendlies.
>the dickish ones.

>>695375
>I longed to be better in arms than anyone else eventually.

Safety is the Omnissiah's concern once proper precautions have been taken.

I'll give it four minutes for more people to roll in

>>695375
>There is beauty in combat, in seeing machines put to their purpose, in putting aforementioned machines in a position to truly BE
And you though I wouldn't writein
>I longed to be better in arms than anyone else eventually, and where else to learn safely?
This if write ins are EVIL

Sorry! got distracted by calculus homework.

>>695438
>Distracted
>By Math Homework
I haven't taken a formal mathematics course since I left grad school, but I suspect you have that your thinking may be backwards

So time! Final vote is:

>I imagined the faces of our foes onto the blank faces in the Arena and sometimes friendlies the dickish ones. 1/3

>I longed to be better in arms than anyone else eventually. 2/3

>>695450
Nah, I was getting shit right for once

>>695406
I have rolled in, by the grace of the Emperor!

>>695375
>Something about the sheer thrill in the combat.
>I longed to be better in arms than anyone else eventually, and where else to learn safely?

As I was in more and more firefights, I began to see patterns repeat themselves. Younger, brasher men getting killed and why the old 'leathernecks' were surviving more and more. The reason soon became clear.

Experience. They existed for the moments when they were pitted against our foes. The fight was everything to them.

And I knew what had to be done. I must be the most skilled combatant anywhere on the field. I want to cut down our foes in vast swathes, and not take anything from them.

+1???

So I came here, to these hallowed grounds, to get up close and watch these titans of battle clash again and again, changing and improving with each fight.

I knew I must be better than anyone in these halls with me, but I also knew that the battlefield was a lethal place. Here? Everything in my body could be replaced with Holy Cybernetics. I knew that this is where I would eventually become and then surpass, these titans.

And so I watched, and today, I would fight.

What though? A puny servitor? Or one of the larger, better models?

Or maybe even another Tech-Priest.


>Small Servitor

>X Small Servitors X represents an integer.

>Large Servitor

>X Large ServitorsSame as above, child.

>A Tech-Priest

>>695514
>3 Large Servitors

3 minutes remain.

>>695514
>Large Servitor
Nice middleground

Next we need to train for swift foes

>>695546
>>695520
Sorry y'all two, I need to sleep now. I'll try and get some updates out tomorrow, but I might be too tired. Vote closes whenever I get back.

>>695520
Supporting, year of experience better do us good.

Goodnight my children. If Horus shows up while I'm gone, smack him and tell him that his successor was an armless failure.

>>695514

Large ServitorsSame

>>695574
Stretching pops

>>695514
5 small servitors or 2 large

>>695514
>4 Small Servitors

Smaller target on the battlefield, easier to fit through small places.

Alternatively
>2 Large and 2 small Servitors

Pretty freaking tired guys, sorry to keep you waiting so long![/spoilers]

>>697834
So, are you running or not?

>>699271
Is that the proper way to rouse the Machine Spirit? :p

But I'm curious too.

[spoilers]Will not be running today, will run in 20 hours from now.[/spoilers]

>>700284
3 more hours woot

>>700284
:c

I am late! But I am still here!

Please select ONE of the following:

>3 Large Servitors

>1 Large Servitor

>5 Small Servitors

>2 Large Servitors

>4 Small Servitors

>2 Large and 2 Small Servitors

>>704765
>Large and 2 Small Servitors

>>704783
I'll assume that you picked 2 Large and 2 Small?

>>704788
yes

>>704788
I'm okay with that

Looks like we're going with 2 Large and 2 Small Servitors!

You find your way to the man? Machine? in charge. He looks you up and down, taking in everything you are and judging how you would rate in combat.

You hope he doesn't find you wanting, as he stays silent.

"I wish to perform." You say to him, your voice flat, not wanting to reveal your emotions yet.

"What do you want to be your fellows in combat?" The reply comes immediately after your exclamation.

"Two of those over there, and two of these." You gesture to the relevant servitors, sizing them up with your eyes again as you pick which ones to fight with.

"And do you want to place any bets?"


>Yes, I'd like to bet my Axe. You'll get an upgrade to your axe if you win.

>Yes, I'd like to bet my Hand Cannon. You'll get to choose between an upgrade or a cybernetic upgrade/addition if you win.

>Yes, I'd like to bet my free time. You'll receive Thrones and a cybernetic upgrade/addition if you win.

Sorry for the wait, keep getting distracted

>>705014
Forgot to add that you can choose not to bet anything, or write in a bet

>>705014
>>Yes, I'd like to bet my Hand Cannon

Not looking like a lot of people, which I guess is my fault

>>705014
Hand Canon

You pat the pistol on your hip. "I'll bet this."

A mechadendrite rises into your vision, and carefully takes the pistol from where it lies. A moment later, it is returned to you, a small engraving having been etched onto the barrel.

"Don't hold it back from us, or that mark will name you Liar and Thief. Upon completion of the match, your pistol will be collected again, and the mark will be removed, one way or another."

You nod once and move away from the bookie, walking towards the entrance for fighters.

As you go, the crowd before you parts like water, and you can feel the eyes of those around you digging into your back, waiting to see what you will have in store for them.

Upon entering the small stall before the ring, a servo skull floats in with you. You look at it for a moment, and then notice the camera in its eyes are sweeping up and down your body.

Someone has taken a special interest in you.

The door opens and the ring is open to you. Across the way, two mechanical hulks lumber out of their respective door, and two smaller bodies squeeze past them, the weapons strapped to their body flashing in the light.


>Shoot something

>Move

>Chop something

>Write in

>>705189
>Shoot something

Better to take out what we can before the distance is closed.

>>705214
Please specify what you are shooting

Well, looks like that's gonna be it for now. I'll come back in a couple hours to check on the thread

>>705189
Shoot one of the little servos

>>705365
Supporting

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>>705365
>>705189
Supportan'

>>705365
shoot anything that moves.

>>705189
Shoot a large servo

>>705365
Supporting

If we can take the little ones out first we can have an easier time running circles around the big ones

>>709270
>>709348
Yeah, changing my vote to that. Better a dead enemy than 10 wounded ones

Dedquest?

>>711318
Not ded yet, thinking of starting back up in a while now that I've finished with homework.

We shall press ever forward! In an hour so I can get in the mood

Looks like the vote went to shooting one of the small servitors.

Roll me a 1d10+6 (+2 from Calculus Logi, +4 from Hand Cannon) vs. a DC of 13 (10 Base, +4 from first use of Hand Cannon, -1 from Less Advanced Servitor)

Dice System will be modified and improved as needed

>>712719
Bump for visibility

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Rolled 9 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>712719
Sorry about the delay, was telling my brother he has shit taste

Rolled 3 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>712719

>>712899
I'm pretty sure we're on autosage m8

>>712719
here goes nothing

Rolled 5 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>715705
whoops

Rolled 3 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>712719

Gonna start a new thread in approximately an hour, and reroll there because I was a dumbass here

IT KEEPS HAPPENING

New thread here:
>>718097