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You are Ranger 101, one of the Omnissiah's foot soldiers. Well, at least you used to be, but then a nice but very heretical tech priestess named Medusa found you unconscious in a space hulk and took out the cybernetics in your brain that made you obedient. After wandering the space hulk for a bit and fighting a seemingly immortal ork, you also befriended a genestealer who appears to have been inducted into the cult mechanicus. Oddly, he's nearly been the least heretical thing you've seen in several days. After getting some new upgrades, Medusa sent you out to track down a group of cultists that used to work for you. Your search was interrupted by the entire space hulk being sucked into the warp, followed by an encounter with a chaos space marine you swiftly killed, but eventually you found the cultists! Currently, there's about thirteen of them all pointing various guns at you.
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Welcome to Skitarii Quest part three: Extra Heretical Edition!

Here's out character sheet, blessed by a tech priest: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1rl2umEyvrjSYrNAq6s_sRBshJSljgCQat136XA2bkr0/edit?usp=sharing

Here's a document with links to past sessions: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mwxnMtKNsue0P_-abUvNXuV2IMDnYF4ER6lvMe5oJkU/edit?usp=sharing

Just in case you don't know, the objective with dice rolls in to roll under our attributes, with modifiers given based on the difficulty of the situation. A 1 is a critical success, a 100 is a critical failure. I usually wait for about three different people to give rolls unless there's not a lot of activity. Anyways, onto the quest!
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"Well well well, what do we have here?" The cultists part slightly to allow a man to pass. He is shirtless, showing an incredibly chiseled set of muscles as well as a star of chaos tattooed into his chest. One of his eyes is covered over with sickening tumors, and one of his arms has been heavily twisted, the bone growing out and into a wickedly sharp looking blade. "A little tech priest's pet? Where's your master little machine man? I can't believe that you'd survive in this place long without a master." The man chuckles.

>[1] Present the chaos necklace Medusa gave you to identify yourself as serving her.
>[2] Claim to be a tech priest(fel)
>[3] Attack the heretics! (bs x 2, ws x 2, t)
>[4] Stay quiet
>[5] Write in
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>>2265286
>>[1] Present the chaos necklace Medusa gave you to identify yourself as serving her.
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>[1] Present the chaos necklace Medusa gave you to identify yourself as serving her.

HOW COULD WE ATTACK THE HERETICS IF WE ARE BASICALLY HERETICS NOW
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>>2265285
>>[1] Present the chaos necklace Medusa gave you to identify yourself as serving her.
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Alright, option 1. Writing.
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Slowly and shakily in the face of superior numbers, you identify yourself. "I am Ranger 101, I am an ally of your lost leader, Medusa. She sent me to come find you, and she gave me this sign to confirm it." You hold out the small start of Chaos that Medusa gave you. The man approaches you, and looks at closely.

"Medusa eh? So the old lady's still alive. Well then..." Suddenly, the cultist shoots up and socks you in the jaw with incredible strength, causing you to splay onto the ground. "God damn you cog boys have iron fucking jaws! Well get this sheep, we don't work for Medusa anymore! She left us, in in her absence I've replaced her, done far better than she ever did! Ahahaha! Now then, cog boy, I'm going to give you two options: The first is swear yourself to me right here and now, your first act of servitude being giving me that there chainsword. Option two is that you put up your little resistance, and then we break you." He smiles an evil smile, allowing you to see that his teeth have been sharpened.

>[1] Oaths to these damned souls means nothing. Swear the meaningless oath and maintain some amount of freedom.
>[2] You'll swear no oaths. The Omnissiah protects you, tell him to do his worst.
>[3] These cultists are two times traitor. Kill them all(ag x 2, tgh, ws x 2, bs x 2)
>[4] Attempt a speedy escape!(ag x 3, tgh)
>[5] Write in
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>>2265613
>>[3] These cultists are two times traitor. Kill them all(ag x 2, tgh, ws x 2, bs x 2)
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>>2265613
>>[3] These cultists are two times traitor. Kill them all(ag x 2, tgh, ws x 2, bs x 2)
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>>2265613
> [5] "All right. I surrender. Here is the sword."
> Stand up, pretend to hand the sword over and then surprise, calmly eviscerate that piece of meaty shit in front of us.
> "Now, as I was saying, your mistress Medusa send me..."
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Alright then, 3 wins. Give me 7d100.
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Rolled 96, 46, 94, 7, 11, 31, 72 = 357 (7d100)

>>2265826
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Rolled 91, 94, 6, 37, 40, 60, 19 = 347 (7d100)

>>2265826
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Rolled 6, 33, 94, 90, 83, 69, 80 = 455 (7d100)

>>2265826
this is what happens when you abandoned the omnissiah
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"Twice damned traitors, you will die for the Omnissiah decrees it!" You out as you pull out you chainsword in one hand, your stubcarbine in the other. Of course, all the stub guns and las guns trained on you open fire almost immediately, but you had been calculating for that, and are able to dodge the shots from some of the higher caliber guns, toughing out the smaller fire you have taken(-3 wounds). Having survived the initial volley, you lunge at the lead cultist, chopping at him with your chainsword. He attempts to parry with his blade like bone growths, but you push into him. He begins to scream as the chainsword buries its way into his flesh, messily reducing his weaponized mutation to a broken mangle of bone. With you other hand you let out a salvo of bullets from your stub carbine into a group of cultists, causing them to dive out of the way, both not before a few of them could take shots at you, their poor aims hitting you and their leader in each measure(-2 wounds).

The lead cultist messily drops from your chainsword, his whimpering form curling around his ruined arm. You turn to the rest of the cultists, now cowering in fear at their leader's defeat.

>[1] "Now then, as I was saying, your leader Medusa wants you back."
>[2] "I'm the leader now, got it?"
>[3] Kill these heretics. Medusa never needs to know.
>[4] Write in.
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Rolled 96, 7, 76, 24, 28, 62, 88 = 381 (7d100)

>>2265826
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>>2266081
>[1] "Now then, as I was saying, your leader Medusa wants you back."
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>>2266081
>[1] "Now then, as I was saying, your leader Medusa wants you back."
As much as I want to just end them, we need allies till we get off this damn ship
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>>2266081
>[1] "Now then, as I was saying, your leader Medusa wants you back."
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"Now then, as I was saying, we're going to head back to Medusa, and you're going to go back to serving her, got it?" You say as you make a final chop down into the leader's head. The cultists all nod. "Which of you is identified as Fink?" One cultists points at the dead leader. You assumed that, just good to make sure. "Ok, do any of you need to obtain anything before we leave? I'd like to return to Medusa as soon as possible." The cultists look uneasy, but shake their heads. "Excellent. We move out then."

"Um, Ranger sir?" One of the cultists, a rather short one, raises his hand. You nod to him. "What about those you shot? They're not dead. What're we to do with them?"

Good question. You hadn't even though of the men you shot earlier. They're still writhing on ground.

>[1] Stabilize them and bring them with, Medusa will want more of her cultists alive.(int x 3)
>[2] Stabilize them and bring them with, you and Medusa will be able to make servitors out of them
>[3] Don't bother stabilizing them and bring them with. They can either be harvested for useful parts of be sacrifices if they survive the journey.
>[4] Leave them
>[5] Write in
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Rolled 39, 46, 63 = 148 (3d100)

>>2266862
>[5]
Stabilize them and bring them.
also:
Take Fink's head and any augmentations, as well as stripping their camp of anything useful. Why the head? Servo skull.
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>>2266998
Very much yes. Skulls for the Skullthr.. erm.. Omnissiah! Right!
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>>2267037
clearly taking this skull is for practical reasons, not related to anything else.
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>>2267237
You keep telling yourself that.
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>>2266862
>>[3] Don't bother stabilizing them and bring them with. They can either be harvested for useful parts of be sacrifices if they survive the journey.
Chaos is all about might makes right and stuff yeah? We can't afford to look weak in front of these guys, we can't take them all.
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So it's two votes for bring the wounded and stabilize them, and one vote for just bringing them. And also taking Fink's skull to make into a servoskull or to give to the skull throne. Give me 3d100.
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>>2268035
I hate when I forget my own name.
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Rolled 22, 48, 22 = 92 (3d100)

>>2268035
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>>2268035
see:>>2266998
I saw the 3x and rolled figuring that's what you wanted.
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>>2268130
Indeed it is, but in the future please refrain from rolling until after the vote is called.
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You go over to the injured men and start your work on them; they'll have a use later, be it as servants, servitors, or sacrifices. You are able to heal the wounds on two of them somewhat, not helped by the fact that they are terrified of you, but the third one had gone into shock before you got to him and died. Waste of meat really. You command the still healthy cultists to assist the wounded, and get ready to leave. Before you do though, you go over to Fink's corpse and with a sweep of your chainsword you remove the head. The skull will be useful, either for a servoskull or for... darker things. You wonder briefly if these temptations are real, induced by the darkness around you, or a test from the Omnissiah.

Ater a minute or so a few cultists run to you, out of breath, having fetched the few meager possessions they had. You nod, and descend into a corridor. With a group of twelve cultists behind you, it feels as if the space hulk is less of a maze, as if the newly malicious architecture is unable to confuse a group so large. As you climb, you begin to pick up a signal; it's contains little actual content, but bears Medusa's signature. You follow it, eventually coming upon a dead end. However, given the strength of the signal and your knowledge of the area surrounding Medusa's workshop, you are able to assume your location and determine the way forward, increasing the cutting power of your chainsword and chopping into the wall before you, revealing that it is extremely thing sheet of inferior metal that blocked entrance into the cavern that rests just outside the workshop.

You lead the group of cultists into Medusa's workshop, where she looks ecstatic to see you and the cultists "Oh blessed by the Omnissiah, you're back with my cultists 101!" She looks over them more carefully. "Why are some of them injured, and where is Fink?"

"Dead. Fink had led them away from you and attacked me."

"Well then, better than I expected really. Now then my followers, my servitor Jacobs will lead you to your new quarters. Just get comfortable. Oh, and leave the wounded here." The cultists all nod and file out of the room.
(Continued)
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"So then 101, I'm curious as to why you brought back the wounded, and also is that Fink's head I see? What are you intending to do with all this. The wounded are in pretty bad condition. They'll probably need cybernetics to get by later. Actually, that give me an idea." She produces her data slate and gives it to you. It have designs of familiar looking cybernetics on it. "Give their injuries and... servile nature, I think it's fairly likely that we could actually make them into skitarii like you used to be. Better than standard servitors, but doing so will require and expedition to a mechanicus wreck to get the materials and further schematics. A bit of a time skink honestly, but I'd like to hear you opinion."

>[1] Just heal the wounded, cultists are enough.
>[2] Convert them into servitors, a few mindless drones will be a good addition.
>[3] Sacrifice them to the dark gods. They're worthless meat anyways
>[4] Let's make some skitarii!
>[5] Write in
In addition, choose from an option below:
>[1] Make Fink's skull into a servoskull
>[2] Keep Fink's skull as a trophy
>[3] Offer his skull to the skull throne.
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>>2268301
>>[3] Sacrifice them to the dark gods. They're worthless meat anyways
and
>>[4] Make Fink's skull into a servoskull and carve sigh of Chaos Undivided on its forehead

Might aswell go full chaos. If we are lucky, sacrifices will give us some nice boons.
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>>2268341
I see 101's subconscious shows signs of Heresy, We shall never succumb!
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>>2268414
Then cast your vote, piece of subconscious.
(Also currently phoneposting. Yay.)
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>>2268414
You keep telling yourself that.
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>>2268301
>>2268454
>[4] Let's make some skitarii!
and
>[1] Make Fink's skull into a servoskull w/o the blasphemous symbol
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>>2268301
>[2] Convert them into servitors, a few mindless drones will be a good addition.

>[1] Make Fink's skull into a servoskull

We will be the only one
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>>2268526
supportan. The skit parts are ours and ours alone, though I do support the trip to the mechanus ship, we might find more loot.
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>>2268526
>>2268516
I'll change to this
We shall be Medusa's only lover
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>>2268606
Wait till we get the dril upgrade that will peirce the heavens
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Okay then it appears that the consensus is to make some servitors and make a servoskull. Writing.
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"I believe they should be made into servitors. These ones personally wounded me in addition to being traitors. The rest will be forgiven, but let these ones serve as an example. And as for the head, it will become a servoskull. Let his final memory be as an eternal servant." You say.

"Ooh, I like how you think. I'm going to start operating as soon as possible!" One of her mechadendrites extends a needle which injects something into each now panicking cultists, lulling them to sleep. "It will take awhile until they're up and running, but I haven't made a servitor in so long. It'll be so much fun! So then, while I'm at this, do you plan on anything? After you carve the skin off the skull you're going to need a bit for the cogitator to form and the whole thing to dry off. I'd say go track down those space marines or tech priest Kall, but this entire place is unstable because we're in the warp right now. Oh, speaking of the warp, if you wanted to do anything with daemons now's the time to do it. The warp is fairly calm right now. I actually designed your body to be able to hold one like a daemon engine does. You'd kind of be something like a mix between a daemon engine and a daemon host."

>[1] I found a mechanicus ship while exploring earlier, I'm going to go see what I can find.
>[2] I located the camp of some chaos space marines earlier. Is there anything I could do about that?
>[3] Tell me about this daemon engine option(This option is rated as heretical)
>[4] I'm just going to rest.
>[5] Write in.
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>>2269010
>>[4] I'm just going to rest.
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>>2269010
>>[4] I'm just going to rest.
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>>2269010
>[4] I'm just going to rest.
We shall rest for there are Heretics to slay!
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You decide against doing anything for now, instead deciding on rest.

When you wake, you return to Medusa's workshop. It appears that she has gotten one of the servitors working. "Oh yes, worked on him all night. I think I'll name him Jacobs 2. Anyways, I finished the servoskull except for giving it a tool and a purpose. You can choose from the things with it on the workbench. Also, what're you going to do today?"

>[1] Lasgun - combat servoskull
>[2] Omnispex - Scout servoskull
>[3] Tool - General Purpose
>[4] Write in
AND
>[1] I found a mechanicus ship while exploring earlier, I'm going to go see what I can find.
>[2] I located the camp of some chaos space marines earlier. Is there anything I could do about that?
>[3] Tell me about this daemon engine option(This option is rated as heretical)
>[4] Go talk to the cultists
>[5] Write in
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>>2269147
4:chainsword. while silly at first, no one would expect a flying chainsword to descend on them. from behind.

5: [1]
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>>2269147
>[1] Lasgun - combat servoskull
>[3] Tell me about this daemon engine option(This option is rated as heretical)
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>>2269147
>[2] Omnispex - Scout servoskull
>[1] I found a mechanicus ship while exploring earlier, I'm going to go see what I can find.
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>>2269147
>[2] Omnispex - Scout servoskull

>[1] I found a mechanicus ship while exploring earlier, I'm going to go see what I can find.
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>>2269147
>[4] chainsword ahoy
just imagine the horror
>[3] Tell me about this daemon engine option(This option is rated as heretical)
there is no other way
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>>2269335
>>2269342
Scout Skull and mechanicus ship seem to have it. Let's do this.
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>>2269345
Hmm, actually things now seem more tied. Also, getting kind of tired, I'll do the final tally in the morning.
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>>2269147
>>[2] Omnispex - Scout servoskull
>[3] Tell me about this daemon engine option(This option is rated as heretical)
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

Skull Options:
Lasgun: 1
Omnispex: 1 1 1
Tool:
Chainsword: 1 1

Activity option:
Ship: 1 1 1
Camp:
Daemon shit: 1 1 1
Cultists:

Okay then, it appears we are taking the Omnispex Servoskull and flipping a coin for the other option. 1 is to investigate the mechanicus ship and not be a super heretic, 2 is to be a super heretic.
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>>2269740
Yay, we heretics now.
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>>2269147
>>[1] I found a mechanicus ship while exploring earlier, I'm going to go see what I can find.
If it's not too late I'd like to put in my vote, just got out of class
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You sit in silence for a short minute. "What would this deamon engine option entail?"

Your question seems to excite her to no end "Oh I'm so glad you asked! What it entails is that, through a specially prepared ritual, we would have you be possessed by a daemon that assumes you to be an empty vessel. However, what it doesn't know is that you are not empty, and then you'll dominate the spirit and bind it to yourself. You physical form will be filled with the power of one of the Omnissiah's aspects, and you'll also likely develop extremely potent psychic abilities. I had actually originally intended for you for this sole purpose, but I got too attached to you to risk it. And make no mistake, it is an incredibly risky procedure. Dealing with the darker and more chaotic aspects of the Omnissiah often is."

"So, 101, are you sure you want to go through with this procedure?"

(Due to this option being EXTREMELY HERETICAL, here is a "Are you sure?" option.)

>[1] LET'S GET HERETICAL!
>[2] Actually, let's not. Slightly off center worship of the Omnissiah is enough.
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>>2269755
I'll tally the final votes for this pivotal decision in 6 hours and 5 minutes.
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>>2269755
>>[2] Actually, let's not. Slightly off center worship of the Omnissiah is enough.
Aw, guess I voted too late then, still don't want to be a super heretic though, I don't want to make my machine spirits cry
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>>2269755
>>>[1] LET'S GET HERETICAL!
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>>2269755
>>[1] LET'S GET HERETICAL!
Who dares, wins.
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>>2269755
>[2] Actually, let's not. Slightly off center worship of the Omnissiah is enough.
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>>2269757
>>2269832
remove loyalist
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>>2269849
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy-sVTaZRPk
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>>2269755
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uf1uLy3qlSU

Lets get fucked up.
>>>[1] LET'S GET HERETICAL!
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>>2269755
As the pure side of 101's conscious, I must say i'm very disapp-
>>"too attached to you to risk it."
>>[1] LET'S GET HERETICAL BABY!
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Currently is appears that the heresy train is pulling ahead, but will it run on into victory or be stopped by a sudden wave of traditionalist mechanics value? Find out soon!
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>>2269990
>bind greater demon of khorn into servoskull.
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All this people wanting to get a sex demons so we end up with tentacle dril dicks to fuck yourslf and boss lady at the same time
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>>2269996
That's not a bad idea
It's both heretical and pious
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>>2270001
What? I would never pass up on that opportunity.
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>>2270001
Did I hear tentacles?
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You nod "Yes, I am ready to proceed." You've already descended down this path by choosing your allies, you might as well reap the full rewards.

"Yes yes yes! Thank you so much!" Medusa envelops you in a hug. You would blush, but you're not entirely sure you have the cheeks required to do so. Medusa releases you from her embrace. "Okay then, I'll get everything ready. I've got to prepare the ritual circle, get all the oils and incense ready. Oh, we'll need a sacrifice too. I think I'll just get the cultists to give me which one of them bad mouthed me the most while I was gone. Oh this is so exciting!" Medusa hurries around, grappling implements with her mechanical tentacles and barking orders at her servitors.

After a few minutes, preparations already seem on their way. The area around the summoning circle has been cleared, many crates willed with various instruments and oils have been brought up, and so has an absolutely terrified and stunted looking cultist, screaming and cursing as he's dragged into the workshop by his once fellows. Medusa looks at him with an evil smile, and he shakes with fear as he is bound in gagged.

"How this procedure will work is that we're going to be putting you as unconscious as I can make you without killing you to ensure that the daemon that tries to inhabit your body doesn't notice you until it's too late. Once the daemon is in, I use the ritual's mechanisms to trap it in you. Then, it's your job to dominate. Psychically beat it, endure it's test, beat it in a game of wits. It will be different depending on the daemon. Fail in doing this, and you'll go insane and become something akin to a mindless chaos spawn, and nobody wants that. Oh, that reminds me, what type of daemon do you want to inhabit you? A Khornate would grant your new form incredible strength, daemon of Tzneetch would give you massive psychic powers, the speed boost and let's say... *assets* from a Slanneshi would be massive, and a daemon of Nurgle would likely give you a durability unheard of in a mortal man. Mind you, this will be a fairly weak daemon, there's no way you could get something big in you without dying."

>[1] Give me a Khornate daemon.
>[2] Give me a daemon of Tzneetch
>[3] Give me a Slanneshi daemon
>[4] Give me a daemon of Nurgle
>[5] Are you saying I'm incapable of something? Give me the greatest daemon you can find!(Choose one of the daemons from above)
>[6] No... give me one from each!
>[7] Write in(I shudder to think what you could put here)
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>>2270304
>[3] Give me a Slanneshi daemon

Dick dril tentacles here we cum
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>>2270308
there's no way you could get something big in you without dying.

Thats what she said
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>>2270320
I guess you won't be getting the biggest... drill... possible.
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>>2270323
Its not the size of the dril but how you use it
And what its nade out of, how good thr edag is and of course the power of the motor

Im sure we can get a biger one latter or keep get more smaller ones
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>>2270304
The real options
>[1] Spiky drill
>[2] Glowy drill
>[3] Tentacle drill
>[4] Rotten drill
>[5] BIG drill

Personally
>[2] Glowy drill
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>>2270414
There's also [6] All THE DRILLS!
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>>2270452
I fear for Medusa
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>>2270304
>>[2] Give me a daemon of Tzneetch
I wanna be a powerful psyker!
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>>2270515
dont she probs madeus to give her the driling
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>>2270304
>[3] Give me a Slanneshi daemon
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>tfw Medusa planned to turn us into a daemin engine but got attached.
>tfw we are her waifu

I guess love bloomed on the battlefied uwu
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It seems we're currently tied between Tzenntch and Slaanesh. Let's hope we get some tie breaking votes by tomorrow.
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>>2271017
>[6] No... give me one from each!

We are exploring ALL the sides of the omnisiah. not just some of them.
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>>2271041
You like to live dangerously, I see. I commend you.
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>>2271051
If you'd let me write in to summon something like...
">[5/6/7] Are you saying I'm incapable of something? Give me the greatest daemon you can find! No... give me one from each!"

and indeed. I change my vote to this if I can find those daring enough to stand with me.
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>>2271051
>What if by doing this we accidentally a fragment of the God-Emperor of Mankind?
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>>2271128
I mean... depending on how you view it, living saints might be greater daemons of the emperor.
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>>2271118
Ah, you like to live VERY dangerously.
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>>2271118
>">[5/6/7] Are you saying I'm incapable of something? Give me the greatest daemon you can find! No... give me one from each!"
I support this heresy.

>>2271150
why, yes of course
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>>2271150
Can I >>2270565 change my vote to Slaanesh? I'm worried what will happen to 101 if these two >>2271118 >>2271231 get their way.
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>>2271285
We will either win spectacularly or die horribly. Now stop being pussy (there is also chance we fail so hard we become Emprah)
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>>2271291
>Emprah
Oh so that good for nothing corpse is your Emprah, huh? Not only are you suicidally dumb but you are also a closet loyalist.
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>>2271118
">[5/6/7] Are you saying I'm incapable of something? Give me the greatest daemon you can find! No... give me one from each!"

i'm supporting that,let's risk it
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>>2271285
>votes for slaneesh, personification of excess, doesnt go for 3 more demons.

Brah. Its like you dont even want Calabi–Yau manifold on Ricci-flat manifold hot action as you ascend.
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>>2271381
not everyone is fit for the chaos life
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>>2270304
>[3] Give me a Slanneshi daemon
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Tzneetch: 1 (~1, changed his vote for slaaneshi solely to block ALL THE DAEMONS)
Slaanesh: 1 1 1 (~1 See above)
ALL OF THE DAEMONS: 1 1

Well then, barely winning out is the Slaanesh option. However, given the importance of the choice, along with the fact that while I will write the Slaanesh path if it comes to it I'd prefer any of the other ones, I will allow this to continue until the end of the on the chance we either get more votes and/or somebody changes their mind. Slaanesh fans, this is the pain part, pleasure can come later.
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I am willing to change my vote from ALL THE DAEMONS to JUST AS PLANNED, beacuse with solo Slannesh we are going just to fuck everything and anons obviously dont want to end up as gibbering chaos spawn anyway...

Unless, of course, full deamon mode wins. I still want to try some impossible rolls to become champion on Chaos Undivided.
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>>2271739
If his Magos would allow it, I'm willing to be a weaselly bastard and go back on my vote change now that Tzneetch is winning again.
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>>2271739
All the demons. The big ones.
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>>2271830
Well done. Here is your star.
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>>2271739
>>2270414
As much as I want to have ALL the drills, I'm gonna switch to Salaanesh...just in case
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Tzeetch: 1
Slaanesh: 4
ALL: 4
currently.
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>>2271808
It's up to you now, you hold life and death in your hands
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>>2270304
>[3] Give me a Slanneshi daemon
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>>2271950
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>>2271950
anon. one weak slaneeshi demon, or 4 powerful demons, of which is included the demon.

On top of that, the QM explicitly said he doesnt prefer tentacle adventures as the primary theme, so we will end up being a sensory bug, staring at rainbows and shit, or some sort of lucious ego maniac.
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>>2271921
Well fuck it, didn't even want to but if we're going heretic route than
>ALL
Go big or go home, at least make it a powerboost worth the heresy
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>>2272091
Casual observer here, just saying the same sentiments.
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Fuck it, I'm changing my vote to ALL just so we can move on from this point.
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>>2272091

I think we are still tied though
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>>2271921
Roll if tied, I want some hot steamy action!
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i come back to find that we have become hereteks! for shame
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>>2272125
it pains me too, but if we are going down this route, will you vote anon? Will you vote for going full retard by absorbing 4 more powerful demons of each chaos pantheon, or will you choose one lesser demon of slaneesh?
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>>2272048
>>2272052
Thats how many we will be putting in her.

Oh well vote wins if it dose

I mean it starts off little but if you play with it it grows biger and stronger

Qm could just roll for it
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>>2272177
>Qm could just roll for it
This, let's just get the story underway.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

1 is undivided
2 is slaanesh
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Alright then, the Prince it is.

You tell Medusa you choose daemon of slaanesh. She looks at you a bit oddly, then odds. You lie down on the operating table as cultists and servitors bring of crates of various narcotics they have found, bleeding the sacrifice dry and mixing his blood into the various drugs. Medusa, as she is about to power down all of your systems and slip you into deepest unconsciousness, plants a deep kiss onto your cold and gray lips. "See you soon, 101." As you fade away, your body is coated in the blood-drugs mixture.

Give me 3d100.
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Rolled 68, 12, 79 = 159 (3d100)

>>2272231
Wining
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>>2272231
Proud of you guys, we did it
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>>2272298
I know right
Theres no breaks on this train
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>>2272298
How about you roll son
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Rolled 1, 46, 16 = 63 (3d100)

>>2272311
>>2272231
Here you go dad
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>>2272377
Back in the closet you go
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Rolled 45, 90, 73 = 208 (3d100)

>>2272231

>>2272377
Woo natty 1!
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>>2272396
Anything for you Pap
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Sorry for the wait, writing.
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The candles are lit around your comatose form. Medusa, surrounded by her cultists, all chant praises to Slaanesh as well as Chaos in general. They continue for several minutes before they begin to trail off. "Huh, it shouldn't take as long as this, maybe there just aren't any around right now or..." An invisible force suddenly barrels through the room and into your form, knocking down Medusa and her cultists. As they are all getting to their feet, a second force barrels through into your body as well. The cultists grown in pain and Medusa pulls herself up by her mechadendrites to look at your form which now crackles with chaotic energy. "Well... the first thing was definitely Slaanieshi? Any of you idiots know what the other thing was?" The cultists that aren't groaning in pain shake their heads no. "Figures. I hope this doesn't end up killing him."

Meanwhile, inside your mind, you're floating in some sort of... mindscape? You'd have to guess its yours. Everything here appears to be mechanical in nature, and from your odd vantage point you can see that half of it is a set of neat and orderly corridors and rooms and the other half an absolute chaotic mess, similar to the twisting depths of the space hulk. It appears that the chaotic side is spreading into the orderly side. Given the recent events in your life, that makes complete sense.

The odd serenity of it all is interrupted as a creature appears in a flash of pinkish purple light. The creature is mainly feminine, with a beautiful face marred by large fangs and a generous pink fleshed bosom, her long legs sleek and insectoid in nature. One of her hands ends in a sleek and blood stained crab-like claw, and from one of her shoulders sprouts and bird like wing and the other a tattered bat-like wing. The creature, a daemon, appears somehow out of breather and worried. "The fuck!? This isn't a prince damned engine, what the fuck is this?"

"Maa'scara!" In a flash of blue light, a creature with a birdlike face appears. Its blue feathered form grasps a twisting and writhing staff, while a mass of tentacles sprouts from its back, grasping various tomes and measuring devices. "You have foiled my plans for the last time foul wench! Allow me to reduce you back into pure warpstuff! Then maybe one of the other gods will take what used to be you and turn it into something more useful!"

"Fuck you!" The Slaaneshi daemon, Maa'scara shouts, planting her feet and readying herself for combat. What to do in a situation like this?

>[1] Hide and wait for them to fight it out, then you'll only have to deal with the winner(wp, ag)
>[2] Assist Maa'scara, you wanted a slaaneshi daemon anyways in you might not have to fight her later if you help her now.
>[3] Attack both of them now, two is better then one.
>[4] Go down there and try to help them settle their differences nonviolently.(fel x 3)
>[5] Write in
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>>2272798
>[1] Hide and wait for them to fight it out, then you'll only have to deal with the winner(wp, ag)
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well I missed all the important votes our guy will probably die due to stupidity.

>[3] Attack both of them now, two is better then one.
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>>2272798
We give this thing refuge and the first thing out of its disgusting mouth is an insult
>[5]Help bird boy
also tentacles
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>>2272818
>>2272825
Guys, we can juat wait for them to beat each other enough to take out and dominate both, picking one or just fighting both seems like a bad idea.
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>>2272798
>[4] Go down there and try to help them settle their differences nonviolently.(fel x 3)
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>>2272798
>[5]Help bird boy
Slannesh will turn are mechadendrites-to-be into schlogs.
Also, bird boy may be more willing to cooperate if we team up and kick the whore.
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>>2272886
Not all things will be turned into shlongs anon. Probably at most two things that are not schlongs would be turned into shlongs, and one of them would probably be multipurpose. Also, you don't have any mechadendrites yet.
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>>2272798
>[4] Go down there and try to help them settle their differences nonviolently.(fel x 3)
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>>2272896

I wish the quest fun and productive for all. Stay gold Magos QM. Stay gold. Slaanesh is not relevant to my interests in the ways most people often try to portray it.
https://youtu.be/sDPUdK2tcdA
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>>2272896
>multipurpose schlong
Begone, /d/, begone!
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>>2272174
Naw, lets burn it all down.
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>>2272828
>>2272825
Good point, switching to that
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

currently tied between the non-violent option and the wait for them to tire each other out option. They'll be one and two respectively.
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>>2273207
Nonviolence it is then. Give me 3d100.
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Rolled 66, 83, 32 = 181 (3d100)

>>2273210
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Rolled 83, 95, 51 = 229 (3d100)

>>2273210
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So it is going to be one of those days...
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Rolled 60, 93, 77 = 230 (3d100)

>>2273210
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"Hey you two, stop fighting!" You shout, and immediately regret shouting as both daemons turn their gazes to you.

"Wait, is that a mortal? Where did you lead me you whore?" The bird daemon asks.

"I don't fucking know! I thought this was an empty daemon engine I could hide out in!" Maa'scara glares at you. "I'm gonna fuck him and kill him, order doesn't matter. I deal with you later, you bird brained schemer." The other daemon is about to yell something at her, but suddenly stops, his eyes staring out into a vast nothingness.

The bird daemon grins "Sure, have your snack first, then we'll settle this." Maa'scara grins madly and leaps of towards you. "Just as planned. Hahaha..." The bird daemon fades into warp fire, but you know he is still within this place. You are unable to track him however, because the slaaneshi daemon just knocked you down.

"So then mortal, do you have a name I could get to remember before I eat you?"

>[1] You're ranger 101, and you have a proposition(fel x 2)
>[2] Make a mind gun and shoot her! (wp, bs)
>[3] Make a mind sword and chop at her!(wp, ws)
>[4] Blast her with your mind powers!(wp x 2)
>[5] Flee!(wp, ag)
>[6] Write in
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>>2273510
>[2] Make a mind gun and shoot her! (wp, bs)
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>>2273526
Remember the orc, we have a much better chance with the chainsword
>[3] Make a mind sword and chop at her!(wp, ws)
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>>2273510
>>[2] Make a mind gun and shoot her! (wp, bs)
make a flammenwerfer!

>>2273617
all our stats suck equally
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Gun is is then, possible flamer. Give me 2d100.
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Rolled 61, 45 = 106 (2d100)

>>2273627
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Rolled 14, 37 = 51 (2d100)

>>2273627
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>>2273656
borderline success?
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Rolled 12, 42 = 54 (2d100)

>>2273627
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You reach around yourself as the daemon approaches your prone form. This is no mere location, this is YOUR mind! The essence of the world around you forms into a weapon in your hands; a flamer, perfect for the distance of the fight. As the creature is about to jump you let out a gout of flame and the daemon falls back with a scream. "Damn mortal, latent fucking psyker!" You let out another gout of flame, and the daemon starts to writhe on the ground while burning. "This is NOT a good pain! Agrhhh!" You stand up, and point your weapon at the slaaneshi daemon.

>[1] "You serve me now!"(fel, wp)
>[2] "Hey now, that isn't very nice. I only want to be your friend and ally."(fel x 2)
>[3] "You are mine!" (wp x 3)
>[4] Physically subdue the daemon(ag, str)
>[5] End this foul creature. (bs x 2)
>[6] Write in
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>>2273716
>>[1] "You serve me now!"(fel, wp)
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>>2273716
>[5] End this foul creature. (bs x 2)
>[6] Ask birdman if he has any imminent plans with slightly charred Mascara over here before we do, but Slaanesh witthout Khorne to keep it in check is just pure cancer. Better get rid of it
Is is also funny we are heretic but purging demons with mindfire
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I'm going to roll 1d2 in an hour if there isn't a deciding vote. It'll be more sides if there's more votes but they aren't deciding.
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>>2273740
I don't see why you want to purge the daemon right after we all voted to lure it into our psyche in the first place
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>>2273892
I was aways agains solo Slaanesh. Chaos Undivided is ok, Birdboy sorta too, but Dickbrain? Nope. And being chosen by dice doesnt help its case much because dice hates us.
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>>2273740
>[6] Ask birdman if he has any imminent plans with slightly charred Mascara over here before we do, but Slaanesh witthout Khorne to keep it in check is just pure cancer. Better get rid of it
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>>2273904
I bet the dickbrain combo'd with KeikakuBird would be cool, but looks like i'm outvoted
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>>2273904
>>2273892
>tries to become a demon engine
>ends up purifying his mind of daemons and awakening latent psyker powers
Honestly that would be pretty funny
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>>2273911
I could get behind this. Remove bird as well?
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>>2273909
to clarify: what i meant by my write-in is, that if birdman wants dickbrain around, it is his call. but if he says nope, we purge the bitch. either way thigs will go just as planned
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>>2273912
Fuck yeah, I wasn't against heresy per se but going full purifying death force sounds cool as hell. Honestly pure slaaneshi wasn't too appealing anyway
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>>2273911
>>2273912

Come to think of it, if we are already gyrating like mad, what do you guys think of Malal? I dont know if anybody ever tried to play THAT.
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>>2273926
>>2273920
I'm all aboard the purge train at this point
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Okay then, the consensus appears to be lighting this chick up, writing.
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*subtle tempting noises*
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Oh yeah, give me 2d100. Almost forget that.
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Rolled 18, 38 = 56 (2d100)

>>2273957
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Rolled 88, 29 = 117 (2d100)

>>2273957
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>>2273960
>88
At least Khorne approves of our actions
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Rolled 73, 22 = 95 (2d100)

>>2273957
Time for purging...Y-you think we'll still get cult nookie after this?
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>>2273956
Nah, now I'm all on the purge train
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>>2273959
That's enough with situational modifiers.

You silently let loose a deluge of flame onto the daemon. She screams in pain as she burns and writhes. You stop the deluge. She is burned nearly to a crisp, but her raspy breath has not ceased. You let loose more flame and stop to check again. How is she still alive!?

"It's because we're all trapped in here mortal. She needs to be able to actually leave to die, and she can't do that." The bird daemon suddenly appears. "I must commend you though, being able to manifest that weapon without ever having practiced your psychic potential. I can smell the potential on you." The bird daemon smiles.

>[1] "Who are you and what do you want?"
>[2] Flame this daemon as well(bs x 2)
>[3] Dominate this daemon. This is YOUR realm(wp x 3)
>[4] Write in
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>>2273971
>>[2] Flame this daemon as well(bs x 2)
BY FIRE BE PURGED
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>>2273971
>1] "Who are you and what do you want?"
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>>2273971
>>[1] "Who are you and what do you want?"
>>[2] Flame this daemon as well(bs x 2)
Sorry meant for both
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>>2273971
>[1] "Who are you and what do you want?"
>[4] And thanks. I guess. What do you mean she cant leave?
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>>2273981
>>2273983
Those are kind of mutually exclusive anon.
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We may end up with two smelly demon-kebabs in our brain with mindless purging now, just saying...
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>>2273986
I'll support the combo, QM... Can we yell out the question over the sound of us lighting him up?
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>>2273991
I mean sure, but he might be hard pressed to answer while on fire.
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>>2273996
Honestly 100% fine with this
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> all the purging
eh, what the hell, lets grill us a bird (votechange)
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going to sleep now. I will lol a litle if in the end we really become host to angel/part of Emprah himself instead of chaos demons.
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>>2274030
Probably not that exactly but it seems like we might be going "wrath of the Ominissah" route, I can dig it.
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alright then, give me 2d100 to make a roast chicken while asking him questions.
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Rolled 91, 96 = 187 (2d100)

>>2274041
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Rolled 5, 22 = 27 (2d100)

>>2274041
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Rolled 38, 25 = 63 (2d100)

>>2274041
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>>2274044
Mmm... chicken.
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Rolled 16, 76 = 92 (2d100)

>>2274041
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"What are you talking about?" You ask, attempting to reload your flamer before realizing that its imaginary and has as much fuel as you want.

"Well you see, I -BAWK!" You unleash a bout of flames onto the bird daemon. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He burns quite well actually.

After a minute of sustained fire, you stop unleashing flames to gaze upon his singed and ruined body, unable to die like the other one. Speaking of the other one, she appears to be regenerating a bit, so you give her a quick burning as well. Now then, what to do with these two?

>[1] Might as well do what you came here for, chain them both to your body(wp x 3)
>[2] Thinking about roasted chicken, though you're not actually sure what that is, has made you slightly hungry. You wonder what would happen if you ate these daemons?(wp x 2, tgh x 2)
>[3] Restrain these two and interrogate them once their wounds heal to a point where they can speak.
>[4] Purge these weaklings from your mind, you tire of them(wp x 3)
>[5] Write in
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>>2274117
>>[4] Purge these weaklings from your mind, you tire of them(wp x 3)
PURGE TRAIN, MOTHERFUCKER
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Rolled 33, 71 = 104 (2d100)

>>2269985
>>2274041
Haha, you all thought you could corrupt the incorruptible, I will never turn to such heresy

>>[2] Purge this fiend
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>>2274117
>[2] Thinking about roasted chicken, though you're not actually sure what that is, has made you slightly hungry. You wonder what would happen if you ate these daemons?(wp x 2, tgh x 2)
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>>2274129
I dont think we roll just yet buddy
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>>2274140
seems like he's behind, posted for a previous choice
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>>2274129
What are you voting on?
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>>2274117
>[4] Purge these weaklings from your mind, you tire of them(wp x 3)
ALL ABOARD
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>>2274140
Whoops, everything updated just as I sent it
Still, I stand by my decision
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>>2274148
So are you voting option 2: Eat the the tasty daemons or option 4: purge the nasty daemons?
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>>2274153
I thunk its the number 4 one
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>>2274153
>[2]Feast on the charred flesh
I like to enjoy a bit of Barbecue after a nice purging
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Tzneetchian fried chicken. Just as planned, it's finger licking good.
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>>2274183
Actually it's 2:2 I think
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>>2274190
Indeed it is. I'm going to give it 40 minutes until I flip a coin.
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>>2274117
>>[2] Thinking about roasted chicken, though you're not actually sure what that is, has made you slightly hungry. You wonder what would happen if you ate these daemons?(wp x 2, tgh x 2)
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Time to eat some daemons. Not literally of course, they're a tad bigger than you are. But you CAN absorb their essence. Give me 4d100.
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Rolled 93, 91, 74, 43 = 301 (4d100)

>>2274316
Guess we're not just an aspect empowered then, since we're not dominating them. I wonder what absorbing pure chaotic essence will do exactly.
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Rolled 8, 27, 50, 51 = 136 (4d100)

>>2274316
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Rolled 93, 44, 19, 21 = 177 (4d100)

>>2274316
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Rolled 69, 52, 51, 13 = 185 (4d100)

>>2274353
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Even in heresy we do the will of the God-Emperor of mankind.
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You go over to the prone body of the scorched bird, who would be wailing in agony were it not for his blackened throat, and place your hand upon his burned chest. You feel the faint, slow expanse of its breath. You open your mind as its chest expands, and you grab hold of it, and pull.

The bird's agony must be beyond all belief, as it lets out a psychic scream that echoes throughout your empty mindscape. Inch by inch, the bird is pulled deeper and deeper inside you, its psychic wails growing weaker and weaker until it is silent.

Honestly, it DID taste like chicken.

You collapse in pain, change sweeping throughout your form. You feel new appendages sprout from your back, you feel new symbols etch themselves upon your flesh and upon your cybernetic parts, which begin to fuse into one another, the line between man and machine growing blurrier than it already is. You can see the breadth of time and space, see the great plan of the architect of fate for but an instant before its true madness is forgotten, the only memory being that you saw it, not what you say.

You stumble to your feet. Your glimpse of eternity told you what to do next, and your rumbling stomach agrees. You stumble over to the slaaneshi daemon, and suddenly clutch at your stomach in pain. Something opens up on your stomach, a jagged toothed mouth, and out of it a bladed tongue lashes out and wraps around the daemon, which lets out a final scream as your impossible second mouth drags her in and swallows her with a nearly comical gulping sound.

She tasted more like fruit punch. The energy from the daemon arcs through your body like lightning. Your form shimmers, your body slimming slightly, your waist pinching in and hips flaring out almost imperceptibly to make your silhouette the slightest bit feminine. The jagged teeth in your second mouth straighten out, booming more regular and slender, and more pieces of your flesh meld further with your metallic pieces.

Pleasure, knowledge, and power courses though your being, your soul taking the daemonic entities within you, breaking them down, and incorporating them into you.

You are finished here now. Time to return to your material form, which likely mirrors your current one due to your newfound psychic potential. Oooooh, this is going to be good,

(+10 wp, +15 fel, +5 int, gained two daemonic mechadendrites, +4 max wounds. You now bear a second mouth on your torso to devour things with. Yummy).

(continued)
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>>2274856
You bolt awake, causing Medusa to jump back. You look over yourself. Your body is imperceptibly more feminine in its silhouette, the plating of your cybernetics has been colored a bluish purple ended with gold, a on your stomach is a mouth as wide as your torso is, its mechadendrite like tongue emerging to lip its gold plague lips. Your upper chest has been emblazoned with the star of chaos, and on the left wrist you have the mark os Slannesh, the mark of Tzneetch on your right. Your mechadendrites drift into view; one if more pink in coloration while the other is more blue. You know instinctively that the pink one has some... pleasure functions it is capable of.

As you stare over your form, so does Medusa. "You're perfect 101. Just perfect."

What to do now?
>[1] Grab Medusa and kiss her.
>[2] Begin planning your next step.
>[3] You're a daemon enhanced mega cyborg, let's ensure Medusa knows who the boss is around here.(wp, fel)
>[4] Mmm... Medusa looks quite delicious in those bloodstained tech priest robes, and your mouth still hungers.(ag, ws)
>[5] Write in
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>>2274891
>>[1] Grab Medusa and kiss her.
Not an entirely lewd kiss, more of a celebratory kiss.
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>>2274891
>>[5] "I know." reply and then hug her with mechadendrits. Just hugs! No lewds! And start planning, we probably have work to do. Somewhere.

Goddamn, we eat minor demon entities for breakfast. Time for Khorne and Nurgle to join their friends, Chaos Undivided, here we come!
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>>2274891
Btw QM, do we know what our Psy Rating is or will we have to experiment before we can find out?
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>>2274996
You just ate two daemons. You guess.

...

I also do not know the psychic rating system.
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>>2275000
From the FFG system?

It's just a scale of 1 to 10. 1 being an untrained psyker 10 being an experienced eldar farseer.
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>>2274891
>>[1] Grab Medusa and kiss her.
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You leap from the operating table and pull Medusa into your embrace and kiss. You are overflowing with emotions, and it all feels so GOOD! Medusa returns the kiss. "Mmm... your lips are warm now. They used to be cold." She pulls back. "Damn, you look good. Mechadendrites, ooh, a big mouth on your stomach; I'm guessing that'll have special properties. I almost can't believe you managed to absorb two daemons, of two different aspects even!"

"I feel so GOOD Medusa! I'm filled with power. And not just that. Eating the bird daemon has given me visions. Our next step is to..."

>[1] "We need to take control of the Bloodied Skulls war band."
>[2] "We must travel to the wrecked mechanicus ship"
>[3] "We must travel to the center of the space hulk."
>[4] Write in
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>>2275021
>>[3] "We must travel to the center of the space hulk."
If I had to guess there's probably a super powerful relic or some shit in there.
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>>2275021
>>[2] "We must travel to the wrecked mechanicus ship"

mm... your lips are warm now. They used to be cold
omg she used to kiss us befor lol
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>>2275026
She has had a lot of unfettered access to your unconscious body.
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>>2275043
she kinky

>>[2] "We must travel to the wrecked mechanicus ship"
we will become walking baneblade
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>>2275021
2, we must travel to the mechanicus ship!
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>>2275043
Can we put our dick dril tentacle into isb holes now like r2d2?
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>>2275021
>>[2] "We must travel to the wrecked mechanicus ship"
Onwards, Omnisiah wills it! And once there, we will acquire properly heretical vehicle to trasport ourselves in style.
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>>2275021
>[2] "We must travel to the wrecked mechanicus ship"
>>2275043
Huh, guess the sexual tension was mutual, cool.
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>>2275021
>[2] "We must travel to the wrecked mechanicus ship"
Soon we shall exterminate the pretenders in shiny armor, but let us test what the God Emperor has bestowed upon us first
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"I had a vision of that mechanicus ship I came across while I was searching for your cultists. We need to move in there, everyone here. There's... something there. I don't know what though, but there's something there." You say, idly twisting your cybernetic tentacles together.

Medusa nods "I'll trust in those visions. You ate a daemon of Tzneetch after all, and I was meaning to scavenge that thing eventually. It'd be best to set out as soon as possible, so that the way you came to get back here isn't warped into a way somewhere else. Hmm... but do we all go at once, or just a few to insure safety before moving the rest in?"

>[1] I will go it alone.
>[2] Let us all go together.
>[3] I will go, but not alone.(Choose to take Medusa, the Genestealer, a small group of cultists, or the servitor Jacobs)
>[4] We will go with a small but skilled team, leaving the bulk of the cultist behind until all is clear(Take all choices above)
>[5] Write in
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>>2276849
>>[2] Let us all go together.
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>>2276849
[2] Let us all go together.
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"The entire cult shall go together. There is strength in numbers, and the wretched cultists would likely die or kill each other if left unattended."

Medusa nods "Good point. I'll make sure to get them ready, you gather your things. Unfortunately, it seems that the energy from your transformation didn't spread to your things, so your weapons are still mundane. We'll be able to infuse them later though." She leaves the room, and you pick up your items. Having already broken the deepest of taboos, the modifications you can now make to your equipment are limitless. No time now though, not enough.

It takes a few hours, but the cultists are roused and ready to leave. Each is armed with either a stub gun, a las gun, or a pistol version and a crude weapon. There are ten total cultists, a mix of men and women, three servitors, all nearly identical at this point; Medusa calls each servitor Jacobs. The gene stealer is also accompanying you. Its cybernetic arm appears to have been upgraded, and now incorporates a laspistol into it. All are ready to go.

The genestealer and the servo skulls scout ahead. Staying stealthy is impossible with a group this size, especially while bringing along three slow, loud servitors.

Several hours into your journey, your servo skull returns to you, chirping binaric code at you. Up ahead, it has located a threat. A group of space marines, six in total, one of which is wearing terminator armor. You scan through the pic recording on the skull to examine the group, but the picture is incredibly blurry, and you are unable to make out many details. You can't even tell if they appear to be loyalist or traitor. You ponder about how to proceed.

>[1] Sneak ahead alone(ag x 2)
>[2] Go ahead alone, but make no effort to hide yourself.
>[3] Have the entire group make their way forward, weapons ready
>[4] Have the entire group make their way forward, weapons holstered
>[5] Write in(Remember, you are a psyker.)
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>>2277539
>[1] Sneak ahead alone(ag x 2)
Either way, we're killing them
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>>2277539
>[5] Write in(Remember, you are a psyker.)
what kind of psykery we can do? try to discern who is there by mind reading/scrying? posses somebody? make a blood rain?
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>>2277684
You'll never know if you don't try.
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>>2277688
Ooooh!
>[5] (psyfuckery) Lets peek into the warp and try to read from here who are we dealing with, we ate birdboy, so we should be able to do some basic scrying
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>>2277725
supporting
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Alright, Psyker Time. Give me 2d100
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Rolled 60, 97 = 157 (2d100)

>>2278317
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Rolled 6, 67 = 73 (2d100)

>>2278317
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Rolled 59, 58 = 117 (2d100)

>>2278317
Let us see what bird boy gave us
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You tap deep inside of your self, sending out psychic tendrils towards the space marines. Your vision is still blurry, the chaotic spirit of the space hulk distorting your vision, but it's clearer still then the servoskull's pic feed. You gaze upon the marines and see that a few of them bear horns, and that the terminator has a small daemonic creature perched on its pauldron. The familiar hisses at where your invisible psychic eye floats, but luckily the marines pay it no heed, seemingly absorbed in a dice game.

"Wha- oin?"

"Sh- am th- up."

"Th- sl- to your eight."

Their weapons are not ready, they appear to believe themselves safe. You return to your body.

>[1] Approach alone, ready to kill.
>[2] Approach alone, ready to negotiate.
>[3] Approach with the entire crew, ready to kill
>[4] Approach with the entire crew in a neutral manner
>[5] Write in
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>[4] Approach with the entire crew in a neutral manner
Onwards! Lets make more friends!
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>>2278540
>[3] Approach with the entire crew, ready to kill
Ready to purge these heretics
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

Going to roll a d2: 1 for kill, 2 for no kill.
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"This will be a good opportunity to sate the bloody aspect of the Omnissisah." She says.

You all make your way forward, weapons ready. The space marines obviously notice a group of your size making their way forward, all gripping their boltguns. The cultists, skittish and paranoid, take up positions with as much cover and escape routes as possible. The sorcerer stands before you, flanked by the other marines, his arms outstretched. "Why if it isn't a band of cultists, come to serve their rightful masters. Please, drop your weapons so you may bow more easily to us."

>[1] Give the order to attack, yourself shooting with your own guns(bs x 3)
>[2] Give the order to attack, yourself bounding forward to rip and tear(ag, ws x 3)
>[3] Give the order to attack and make a psychic attack on the sorcerer(wp x 2)
>[4] Write in
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>>2279300

>[1] Give the order to attack, yourself shooting with your own guns(bs x 3)
lets hope we wont end up like pic related
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>>2279300
>[1] Give the order to attack, yourself shooting with your own guns(bs x 3)
Is the sorcerer the leader or the terminator?
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>>2279307
>>2279349
The sorcerer is wearing the terminator armor and is also the leader.
Also give me 3d100.
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Rolled 39, 11, 80 = 130 (3d100)

>>2279383
What have we done
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Rolled 3, 61, 94 = 158 (3d100)

>>2279383
rolling

>>2279416
You let the dice decide, dohoho
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Rolled 11, 62, 91 = 164 (3d100)

>>2279383
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"Open fire!" You shout, taking your bolder in your hands and your stubcarbine in your remarkable opposable slaaneshi mechaendrite(The ladys love it). You aim your bolter shots at the sorcerer; none of your other weapons have a chance to wound him, and you manage to land a few shots to key areas of his armor, but not fell him. With your stub carbine you spread the shots between the other marines as the cultists around you focus their fire to make up for their low caliber weapons. Two marines have fallen by the time you need to reload.

As you drop the bolder in favor of your trusty galvanic rifle, you sense the sorcerer gathering power. At the same time, something behind you his the floor from above and you hear the rev of a chainsword. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" a berserker shouts, formerly having been hidden in the darkness above. He cuts into a screaming cultists.

>[1] Reload and fire into the sorcerer(bs x 2)
>[2] Counter the sorcerer's power with your own!(wp x 2)
>[3] Turn and face the berserker(ws x 3)
>[4] Write in
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>>2279517

>[1] Reload and fire into the sorcerer(bs x 2)
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>>2279517
What kind of psychic powers are in our arsenal?
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>>2279593
Well, it appears that you have remote viewing of some description at the very least.
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>>2279517
>[2] Counter the sorcerer's power with your own!(wp x 2)
Our guns are worthless! We must use our powers
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d2, 1 for guns, 2 for powers.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2279777
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>>2279781
Time to sumon fly dicks to impale people
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>>2279984
We're all about drills and tentacles here
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Give me d2100. Sorry for the wait, got caught up in something.
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Rolled 76, 96 = 172 (2d100)

>>2280614
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Rolled 93, 10 = 103 (2d100)

>>2280614
>>2280626
Hopefully, I do a better
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>>2280670
Well you were halfway there.
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>>2280674
Welp, let us see this massacre
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You push out with your mind toward the sorcerer, determined to stop his spell. His mind meets yours. You can feel it. Your raw power, gained from the consumption of a daemon, is much greater, but you are untrained, and know not how to access its vast bulk. This sorcerer has trained for millennia. He violently pushes your questing psychic tendrils back into your mind(-1 wound), but stops manifesting for now.

The bolter shells rip through one of your frontline cultists, while the berserker behind you shoves his chainsword through one of the cultists behind you, pulling up to messily leave the cultists almost halved. Meanwhile, one of your cultists gets a lucky shot with a lasgun onto a grendade clipped to one of the marine's armor.

Three of the seven enemies are dead, two standard marines, the sorcerer, and the berserker remains. The berserker lies behind you, the sorcerer and two marines ahead. Two cultists are dead, and the cover some are hiding behind is becoming ragged.

>[1] Deal with the berserker(ws x 3)
>[2] Open fire on the remaining marines and the sorcerer(bs x 3)
>[3] Demand the surrender of the marines(fel x 3)
>[4] Write in
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>>2280772
>>[3] Demand the surrender of the marines(fel x 3)
Worth a shot
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>>2280772
>>[2] Open fire on the remaining marines and the sorcerer(bs x 3)
>>2280780
I seriously doubt Chaos space marines will surrender especially the berserker
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>>2280772
>>[3] Demand the surrender of the marines(fel x 3)
Come to our side, we have lews girls cookies!

>>2280898
Silence! It is all part of The Plan!
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>>2280780
>>2281079
2 out of three is enough! Give me 3d100! We will get them to surrender, and their punishments for attacking their obvious master will be determined later!
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Rolled 66, 8, 44 = 118 (3d100)

>>2281145
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Rolled 84, 28, 91 = 203 (3d100)

>>2281145
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Rolled 37, 68, 28 = 133 (3d100)

>>2281145
Omnissiah help me
>>2281079
I'll keep quiet for now
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Rolled 56, 12, 26 = 94 (3d100)

>>2281145
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>>2281178
You seem to forget that, due to eating a very sexy daemon, we ourselves are now very persuasive.
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>>2281230
And I believe we made it, yes?
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"Cease at once!" You shout. "You will soon die if you continue resistance. Serve me and you shall live!" At the same time you shout this, your genestealer friend finally leaps from the shadows and eviscerates the berserker.

The two remaining marines drop their guns in a panic. The sorcerer glares and lowers his staff. His familiar sneers. "Okay then. You've beaten us you wretch. I assume we have to serve you now?" You nod. "Damnit. Brought low by a creature which didn't even have its own will a month ago."

Medusa spins her pistol into its holster. "So then 101, what should we do with them? I say we have to punish the leader in some way, make an example of him."

>[1] Eat the leader, that'll scare the shit out of even chaos marines(ws, ag, str)
>[2] You do carry an aspect of the lord of change, let's see if we can't induce some in this wretch(wp x 3)
>[3] Strip him of his power armor and weapons. Parts of the armor has likely melded to his flesh. Should be painful, but it won't kill him.
>[4] No punishment for now, but when you have more facilities later, you have a few ideas.
>[5] Write in
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>>2281851
>[2] You do carry an aspect of the lord of change, let's see if we can't induce some in this wretch(wp x 3)
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>>2281851
>[1] Eat the leader, that'll scare the shit out of even chaos marines(ws, ag, str)
>[3] Strip him of his power armor and weapons. Parts of the armor has likely melded to his flesh. Should be painful, but it won't kill him.
We can get a terminator carapace!
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>>2281928
I support this.
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>>2281928
At least do it in reverse. First strip, THEN nom. Humiliation is added bonus.
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You grin. "You two, strip him of his armor as punishment for attacking me! Do it quickly, and you'll receive no punishment!" The two remaining marines nod and tackle the sorcerer who screams in frustration. It is quite funny to see a terminator be forcibly stripped, but ten minutes later he is out of his armor, bleeding from several areas where the armor had to be ripped away from his skin.

"So then, you've stripped and humiliated me, what now?" You gesture to him to come to you. He approaches warily. The massive marine stands over you. The massive mouth on your stomach cracks open, smiling.

Give me 3d100.
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Rolled 4, 17, 49 = 70 (3d100)

>>2281950
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Rolled 53, 70, 40 = 163 (3d100)

>>2281950
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>>2281950
Guess we're a heretek now, Omnissiah perserve us
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elusive str check is still elusive
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With lightening speed, your stomach maws opens open and wraps its way around the sorcerer, its metal teeth singing into his flesh. Mmm... tastes good.

The sorcerer screams and struggles, punching and punching, but given the pleasure you're getting from eating this guy, it is a good pain(-1 wound).

As everyone around you looks on in horror(except Medusa, she looks on with interest) as your draw the sorcerer into your body. While your stomach does distend, not to the size that it truly should, which makes sense given your lower mouth is probably some type of portal.

You finish swallowing the sorcerer, and you lick your lips. Mmm... you can feel a piece of his psychic potential becoming yours.(+2 wp).

"Wow 101, watching that was amazing. This gives me a lot of ideas." Medusa says, idly typing onto her data slate.

The two remains marines bow to you, and the bodies of the dead marines are looted. Three bolters, a bolt pistol, a force staff, two chain swords, a few sets of bolter ammo. And of course, the terminator armor and four sets of power armor. Good thing the servitors have the strength to carry it all.

>[1] Move on to the mechanicus ship
>[2] We just killed what was likely a high ranking sorcerer in the Bloodied Skulls war band, let's see if we can kill the rest of the leaders.
>[3] Write in
>Also choose if you want to swap around your inventory and such.
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>>2282062
[1] Move on to the mechanicus ship

Get the termy armor on us and use thr froce staff
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>>2282062
>[1] Move on to the mechanicus ship
Cover our shame in terminator armor
Equip all the biggest and meanest dakka we have. We can wield, like, up to four weapons simultaneously, yes?


make a mental note of this
>[2] We just killed what was likely a high ranking sorcerer in the Bloodied Skulls war band, let's see if we can kill the rest of the leaders.
we will nom them later
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>>2282072
>>2282080
The terminator armor and power armors will require some modification before you can use them properly, but onto the mechanicus ship! Writing.
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Your group, down three cultists and up two space marines, makes its way towards the mechanicus ship, servitors dragging the bodies of the dead behind them for later harvesting. Eventually, you reach the hull, red colored like the majority of mechanicus-only tech is, and send out your servo skull to scan for an entry point. You wait for an hour and a half before it returns: nothing. There are no breaches in the hull at any point, the ship appears to be completely intact, though there is a nearby airlock, which you travel to.

The airlock door is of course locked, but you do take note that there is an access port.

>[1] Force the door open with might(str x 3)
>[2] Hack into the door(int x 2)
>[3] Use your powers to hack the door(wp x 2)
>[4] Write in
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>>2282106
>>[2] Hack into the door(int x 2)
Medusa, mind giving me a hand here? (two techies are better then one)
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>>2282106
>>[2] Hack into the door(int x 2)
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Alright then, give me 2d100
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Rolled 77, 31 = 108 (2d100)

>>2282241
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Rolled 80, 48 = 128 (2d100)

>>2282241
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Rolled 94, 91 = 185 (2d100)

>>2282241
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>>2282247
>>2282248
>>2282255
>those rolls
Wew lad, at least I got double dubs.
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You approach the access port and insert the mechadendrite, seeking to interface with the machine spirit.

"AHHHH! Foul entity, begone from this place!" Is the only thing you hear from the spirt before it ejects you with some force, sending painful shocks through your body(-1 wound). Medusa looks at you, concerned.
>[1] Tell Medusa to do it. Unlike you, she isn't full of daemonic energy.
>[2] This thing is annoying. Try to corrupt it(fel, wp x 2)
>[3] Break down this door!(str x 3)
>[4] Write in
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>>2282341
>>[1] Tell Medusa to do it. Unlike you, she isn't full of daemonic energy.
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>>2282341
>>[1] Tell Medusa to do it. Unlike you, she isn't full of daemonic energy.
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Rolled 63, 47 = 110 (2d100)

"Medusa could you please try this? It appears to not like my new additions."

"Sure." She approaches the port and inserts her mechadendrite, and then starts to hum a nice melody.
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>>2282441
The door opens.
"Such a nice spirit, it seems lonely. Ran to somewhere else in the ship after I finished with it."

You all enter into the ship, weapons ready. It's dark, but no match for your demonically enhanced senses nor the multitude of flashlights your group possess. The interior is devoid of any dust or debris, and it appears that the life support systems are still active. In fact, power seems to be on as well, just not to the lights.

Your servo skull chirps that there are strange energy fluctuations to the west, and a you smell something... tangy, drifting in from the east.

>[1] Go west
>[2] Go east
>[3] Split up, you'll go west
>[5] Split up, you'll go east
>[6] Write in
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>>2282457
>[1] Go west
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>>2282457
>>[6] Use psyniscience to investigate the energy fluctuations
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>>2282501
duh, we psyker, I''m forgetting that.
change for this
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>>2282457
[1] Go west
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>>2282501
>>2282506
Give me 2d100.
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Rolled 85, 46 = 131 (2d100)

>>2282594
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Rolled 63, 44 = 107 (2d100)

>>2282594
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Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>2282601
Oof, doubles. That's a psychic phenomena roll.
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Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2282893
Well, that's perils then.
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As you reach out with your powers, you suddenly feel a strange block. You push against it. It does not budge. You push harder. It does not budge. You giver one final shove, and the barrier acts as though elastic and slams your senses back into your body with painful force.(-8 wounds).

As you groggily pick yourself off the ground, a piercing scream echoes through the halls, and you hear the airlock slam shut somewhere behind you.

>[1] Try to follow that scream!(per x 2)
>[2] Go west
>[3] Go east
>[4] Let's get Medusa to fix us up a bit
>[5] Write in
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>>2282915
>[4] Let's get Medusa to fix us up a bit
lets not be stupid here
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>>2282975
Look at what your chaos taint has done to us, turning 101 into a blasphemous heretek

>>2282915
>[4] Let's get Medusa to fix us up a bit
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"Medusa, I appear to have taken damage from psychic backlash, could to please repair me?"

"I would be more than happy to 101." She leans down and examines you after tell you to sit. "Hmm... A lot of your parts are different, gone, or otherwise weird. Let's see..." Her mechadendrite sprouts a welding torch which she lances into you.(+3 wounds).

She finishes a few minutes later. "Parts of your body are daemonic now. They'll need to repaired in a ritual, and we don't have time right now."

Your servoskull chirps: There is movement ahead.

>[1] Proceeded with caution alone.
>[2] Procede without caution alone
>[3] All proceed with caution
>[4] All proceed without caution
>[5] Write in
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>>2282915
>4] Let's get Medusa to fix us up a bit
>>2283152
Wasn't for the heresy, but you can't say it hasn't been fun so far....e-even if the machine spirits don't like us anymore.... Why Ominissah? ;_;
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>>2283218
>[1] Proceeded with caution alone.
Leader needs to show his strength, plus we don't need to get clumped together into a trap
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>>2283218
>[1] Proceeded with caution alone.
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You single to your allies that you are going ahead along. In the next chamber, which is a large junction with a large pipe ahead, stands a Kastellan robot, blasters at the ready. Truly, if you were still a loyal servant of the omnissiah, you would have broke down in tears at this thing and instantly become its best friend. However, you have daemon crap now, and if approached normally it would probably shoot you. The possibilities of your other paths make you slightly sad.

>[1] Stealth ahead, get up close to the thing.(ag x 2)
>[2] Open fire!(bs x 3)
>[3] CHARGE!(ag, ws x 3)
>[4] Make a psychic assault!(wp x 2)
>[5] Write in
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>>2283494
Mr. Beep-Boop himself. He could've been your best friend, but you decided to be a dirty heretic.
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>>2283494
>[1] Stealth ahead, get up close to the thing.(ag x 2)
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>>2283494
>[1] Stealth ahead, get up close to the thing.(ag x 2)
We've lost the way, corrupted by laughing gods
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>>2283494
>[1] Stealth ahead, get up close to the thing.(ag x 2)
You gotta rub it in, don't you?
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>>2283538
>>2283557
>>2283572
Give me 2d100. Sad beeps indeed, filthy heretics.
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Rolled 68, 92 = 160 (2d100)

>>2283582
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Rolled 1, 49 = 50 (2d100)

>>2283582
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>>2283598
1! Writing.
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You decide to attempt to approach stealthily. You crouch down, and advance forward, being very careful to not make a sound or reveal any part of your body.

That is before you trip right into its path of vision.

Oddly, it doesn't notice you. You walk up to it and wave your hand in front of it. Two things: 1. It IS alive and observing the environment, 2. Your hand is invisible, and so is the rest of your body. Neat.

>[1] Destroy this thing. It should be easy right now.(int x 2)
>[2] The regrets... dear omnissiah, what have you done? This beautiful machine would have attacked you on sight. You must make this your friend as part as your path to semi-redemption.(int x 3)
>[3] As above, but without the sentiment. You just want a cool robot. Maybe infuse a daemon into it later.
>[4] Leave it be and look somewhere else
>[5] Write in
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>>2283602
Rip us. Wish I'd been here to stop the heresy, now beep boop is going to stick its robopeen into our demon hole
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>>2283625
[2]
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>>2283625
>>[3] As above, but without the sentiment. You just want a cool robot. Maybe infuse a daemon into it later
40k in genera is not big on the whole redemption thing.
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>>2283626
It's a roll under system, 1 is the absolute best roll you can get.
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>>2283625
>[2] The regrets... dear omnissiah, what have you done? This beautiful machine would have attacked you on sight. You must make this your friend as part as your path to semi-redemption.(int x 3)
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>>2283625
>>[2] The regrets... dear omnissiah, what have you done? This beautiful machine would have attacked you on sight. You must make this your friend as part as your path to semi-redemption.(int x 3)
>>2283636
Maybe because nobody has ever gave it a shot...yet
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>>2283671
Nobody has, which is kind of the point. Everyone is supposed to stubborn, terrible, and wrong in their own way. Except for maybe the tau, who really have no chance of winning againat the huge ass crazy anti-zeno zealot human imperium, ukillable and uncountable Orc hordes, the scary fucks that are the tyranids, Chaos personified with powerful gods that have basically won already, etc... There really isn't any character that's stopped for a second, looked around, and thought, "Man, this is all just kind of stupid"
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>>2283671
>>2283688
https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Penitent
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>>2283694
Look at this thing, it's basically a human Servitor
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>>2283727
My point exactly, it's too late to run back to the corpse emperor, he was never really an aspect of the omnissiah anyway.
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Also Is anyone following this quest a drawfag? I think it would be cool to see 101 and Medusa pouring over some plans laid out on a table. Or just any fanart in general, this quest has been really fun.
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>>2283694
>>2283694
Eh kind of, but they're forced and almost never sincere. I'm talking about a guy from any side stepping back for a second and maybe admitting to himself that he's going overboard or that the entire galactic situation is ridiculous.
>>2283742
Oh, nevermind then
>>2283769
Itd be cool to get some drawfags later, the quest is fun so far and I think it'll build up a decent playerbase in time.
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>>2283742
That's what weak-willed scum would say
>>2283780
Like a chaos space marine looking at all his decoration skulls and is like "What the fuck am I doing?"
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>>2283769
I often wish I was better at drawing, but alas, I am not.
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>>2283786
Maybe that's the reason behind the alpha-legions goals after all. The universe is tacky and over the top and needs to be destroyed.
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>>2283786
Yeah, or a guardsman stopping for a second and watching the 10 ft tall superhuman angelic like warriors fighting an alien behemoth, while a couple of giant robots are beating the shit out of eachother, and dozens of soldiers are getting slaughtered by LITERAL DEMONS that are being led by some really fat, green blobby guy that smells bad, thinking "Does anyone even know what the fuck is even happening anymore?"
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Anyways, it appears that the current course is to make Beep-Boop our friend, as well as questioning our newfound chaotic path. Maybe the path ahead is redemption. Maybe the path ahead is going full on corruption. Maybe the path ahead is to abandon the gods of chaos entirely, dedicate ourselves to the Omnissiah. Hmm... These thoughts make you think of something you saw in the visions after eating bird daemon. Something about... the soul forge?

Give me 3d100
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Rolled 44, 63, 14 = 121 (3d100)

>>2283821
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Rolled 89, 36, 91 = 216 (3d100)

>>2283821
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Rolled 13, 96, 41 = 150 (3d100)

>>2283821
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>>2283859
>>2283832
>>2283830
>13, 36, 14
Pretty good
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You interface with the Kastelan, carefully pushing your daemonic essence back so as to not frighten the robot's machine spirit. You coo to the machine spirit sweetly in binaric, and it chirps back. It says it had been sleeping for a vey long time, but something woke it up very recently and told it guard the way. It technically should be killing you, but then again, you know all the proper chants and incantations, so you must be a tech priest. The machine sports says you smell bad however, and should take a nice oil bath to clean yourself.

You ask the machine spirit if it'd like to be your friend. It very happily says yes, but again recommends that you clean yourself later.

You have obtained the friend bot. It is designation B33p-8008.

>[1] Go find an oil bath somewhere. Besides the stains on your soul that B33p-8008 has made you painfully aware of, you are also kind of covered in blood from those marines earlier.
>[2] Paint a chaos star on new friend. He needs to know it is simply another simple to the omnissiah. Maybe make the star a bit more cog-like, actually.
>[3] Return with your new friend to your other friends/servants/slaves.
>[4] Write in
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>>2283946
>>[1] Go find an oil bath somewhere. Besides the stains on your soul that B33p-8008 has made you painfully aware of, you are also kind of covered in blood from those marines earlier.
>>[2] Paint a chaos star on new friend. He needs to know it is simply another simple to the omnissiah. Maybe make the star a bit more cog-like, actually.
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>>2283946
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>>2283946
>>[1] Go find an oil bath somewhere. Besides the stains on your soul that B33p-8008 has made you painfully aware of, you are also kind of covered in blood from those marines earlier.
>[2] Paint a chaos star on new friend. He needs to know it is simply another simple to the omnissiah. Maybe make the star a bit more cog-like, actually.
I just realized that B33p-8008 will gun down the rest of the group on sight, oh well
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>>2283946
>[1] Go find an oil bath somewhere. Besides the stains on your soul that B33p-8008 has made you painfully aware of, you are also kind of covered in blood from those marines earlier.
>[4] try to make sure he understands not to kill medusa
The others are expendable I feel, meant more to keep us alive till we get off the damn ship. Also
>that pic
Cute
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You actually agree, cleaning up is a good idea, but before you go, you realize you kind of... clash with new friend in the visual department. Both your naturally orderly sense from the cult mechanicus and the aesthetic desires you inherited from the sex daemon tell you this cannot stand. Making your finger glow with warp power, you draw onto B33p-800P at 8-toothed cog, oriented in the exact way a normal chaos star is, the teeth slightly sharpened. Damn, your handiwork looks good. In fact, you use your power and change the star on your chest to the same design. It just FEELS right.

"Come B33p-800P, we must find an oil bath."

"Beep boop."

You make your way through the corridors, following familiar markings toward a matinence room, which you enter. The room is empty except for a few servitor parts, so you warm up an oil bath. Realizing that pure sacred oils may have a few adverse effects on your body, you infuse a small amount of your power into the oil. After all, your power does ultimately come from the Omnissiah, you reassure yourself.

You relax in the oil bath. Mmm... feels good. What to do after though?
>[1] Head back to the crew
>[2] Have a nice rest in the bath, you deserve it.
>[3] Explore out with B33p-800P.
>[4] Write in
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>>2284063
>[1] Head back to the crew
>[4] try to make sure beeb boop knows not to kill any of the slaves
>[5]take some of that holy oil with you
It shouldn't hurt to just carry and you never know when we might need it.
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>>2284075
Agreed
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>>2283946
Hey, looks like you are good a drawing
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>>2283946
>>2284063
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>>2284138
Hey, first playermade stuff of the quest, cool!
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"Come B33p-800P, we must locate our allies. One is Medusa, a tech priestess. She is very nice. The others are servants. They do not worship the Omnissiah directly, not yet at least. Similar in worship to those that worship the Emperor, they instead worship the gods of Tzneetch, Slaanesh, Khorne, and Nurgle. However, many of them are unaware that those four are simply aspects of the Omnissiah."

"Beep boob."

"Good."

You make your way back to the crew. They appear to have readied their weapons in response to the incredibly audible clomping of your massive friend's metal feet, but they lower them when they see you, and Medusa let's out a fangirl squeal when she see's B33p-8008.

"Dear Omnissiah, 101 you found a Kastelan!" She runs up to it and inspects it. "Oh you are beautiful. You are in perfect condition and you are beautiful in every way!"

"Beep boob."

>[1] Attempt to find a control node(per x 2)
>[2] Attempt to find a defensible area where you might be able to rest and possible modify your equipment.
>[3] Hack into a terminal and try to determine why nobody's here.(per, int x 2)
>[4] Psychically scan the ship for lifeforms.(wp x 2)
>[5] Write in
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>>2284138
>Fixed that for ya.gif
Oh Omnissiah, poor B33p-8008

Can't wait to see what the heretics do while i'm gone
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>>2284208
>B33p-8008
>Can only say Beep boob
I feel this is a different type of "friend"
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>>2284231
>>2284208
>[5] Medusa hack into a terminal and try to determine why nobody's here.(per, int x 2)
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>>2284208
>[2] Attempt to find a defensible area where you might be able to rest and possible modify your equipment.
We can get to the bottom of stuff after we rest and upgrade some. I'm pretty sure we're at half wounds too. Plus I want to get that terminator armor modified.
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>>2284231
I only realized after I had initially written it that I meant B33p-800P, not B33p-8008.
But yes, that is possibly the outcome if we infuse him with a Slaaneshi daemon.
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>>2284208
>>[2] Attempt to find a defensible area where you might be able to rest and possible modify your equipment.
Downtime is important. Even chaos worshipers need to have a tender moment now and again.
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>>2284208
>[5] Merge our flesh and mind with that of B33p-800P.
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>>2284231
I can't be stopped. not anymore.
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>>2284495
Put the terminator carapace on him.
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Did we just get a pet robot and lost our waifu status with Medusa?
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>>2284495
I hope that this somehow continues and gets more and more elaborate with each iteration.

I'll continue this tomorrow, and then that'll probably be it for this session because this thread's getting pretty long and it's on to page 6.
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"I have located a maintenance room. Semi-defensible, acceptable amount of open space. Contains oil bath and some tools. Good place to rest." Medusa nods.

"Sounds good then, show the way." You nod and make your way down the hall, followed closely by Medusa, B33p-800P, and all the cultists, with the gene stealer and a marine holding up the rear. "So 101, I noticed you modified the chaos star on your chest. Looks more like a cog now. Looks good on you."

"Thank you. I had initially painted it on B33p-800P, and decided that I liked it."

"I like it too. You know, its weird. Making a something like that seems so simple, but I never thought of it. Weird."

You walk mostly in silence the rest of the way to the maintenance room. Its a bit crowded when you pile in, but then you send out a few cultists to serve as lookouts and open a storage room across the hall. Now with access to tools, you in Medusa should be able to do some things with the power armor you have taken.

The power armor, including the terminator armor, is unfortunately a tad damaged. You can probably either use the parts from the power armor to repair the terminator armor, or the parts from the terminator armor to repair the sets of power armor. You have one set of terminator armor, and three sets of power armor(You'd have four, but the berserker's armor was torn to ribbons by the gene stealer).

>[1] Use two of the power armors to repair the terminator armor
>[2] Make use of the terminator armor to repair all of the power armors
>[3] Don't bother with those for now, save them for later.
>[4] Do some other types of upgrading and/or modification(Write in)
>[5] Write in
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>>2285586
[4] Use all of the power armor to improve our body, see if we can ritually fuse it to our flesh, but instead of using standard warp practices, try using the corrupted cog in pace of the star. Instead of blood we can use the oil bath. Immerse ourselves and the armors into it, and see if the process pleases the more arcane aspects of the Omnissiah.
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>>2285586
>>[5] Take a bath, invite Medusa to join us
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I'll give it about an hour and a half before I roll a d2
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>>2285615
why not both?
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>>2285691
So try to incorporate all the power armor into our being, and then if able, take an oil bath with Medusa?
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>>2285693
Sure fuck it y not
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>>2285693
yup
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>>2285693
Sounds good to me boss.
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An idea pops into your mind "Say Medusa, could we infuse all of the power armors into me?"

She looks at you critically "Hm... probably. It isn't the most impossible thing we've done all week. Get an area clear, I'll need to lay everything out. Oh, and I hope you weren't too attached to it, because I need to use the force staff's psyker stuff to infuse the armor bits."

After an hour's preparation, Medusa has set up a ritual circle out of blood and the corrupted oil you created earlier, shaped like the chaos-cog you had made. She has lain out pieces of power armor on each tooth of the cog, and has hung the force staff in the air above the circle by way of jamming a hook into the ceiling.

"Okay then, lie down in the center and brace yourself both mentally and physically. This is probably going to hurt." She speaks an incantation which sounds a mixture of binaric and the babbling of daemons, and the power armor pieces glow, float into the air, and shoot towards you.

Give me 3d100.
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Rolled 72, 8, 93 = 173 (3d100)

>>2285744
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Rolled 57, 41, 23 = 121 (3d100)

>>2285744
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Rolled 42, 37, 33 = 112 (3d100)

>>2285744
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Rolled 1, 58, 23 = 82 (3d100)

>>2285744
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>>2285819
> 1
oh my...
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>>2285819
Omnissah has blessed us with countless 1s and no 100s
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>>2285855
well...we might be contracting the obliterator virus, or getting posessed by another demon. or we die.
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Rolled 64, 27, 78 = 169 (3d100)

>>2285744
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>>2285869
We probably just made great leap towards our ultimate destiny: Demonengine Prince od Chaos Undivided
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>>2285863
It makes me fear for when karma catches up to us.
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>>2285892
then let us never cease accelerating.
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>>2285901
to OP. just curious which one or combination of, is a close representation of the cog you envision?
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>>2285869
You do remember this is a roll under system where a 1 is a critical success
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The pieces of armor impact your frame, melting into you. Hot lead shoots through your body, but it is a good pain. Deep, deep, deep within you can hear the remnants of the bird daemon scream in pain, sending visions to your eyes

A great forge, guarded by daemons divorced from the gods.

A massive seal, marked by a cog and impeded in the red rock of Mars.

A mountain of binaric code, so massive to be indecipherable due to the temporal limits of the universe.

The chaos cog, hanging in the air and burning with warp flame.

You slam to the ground, your body steaming. You groan and stand up. Your body appears to have bulked up significantly, and you now stand a foot taller and a few inches wider than you did before, your limbs and torso having gained more plating. You look at your arm, and see that a bolter has been melded into your left arm.
(+1 max wounds, +2 strength, +2 weapon skill, +2 toughness, -2 agility).

"Wow 101, you're looking quite spectacular. Let's give this new body of yours an inaugural oil bath. " Medusa leads you into the oil bath, then herself slips off her robe and climbs in with you. "Ahh... it's been awhile since I've had a nice and thorough cleansing. Let's just relax here for a minute."

>[1] Relax
>[2] Write in
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>>2285937
>>[2] Move closer to Medusa
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>>2285937
>[1] Relax

Mybe ask her to get at some places you cant reach any more
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>>2285924
Probably the middle one or the one in the top right, tips of the teeth sharpened to points.
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We currently look a bit like a mix between a wapsmith and a skitarii ranger.
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>>2285932
All them explosions probably confused him

>>2285937
>>[2] Move closer to Medusa and whisper in seductive binary purr
Darling... We still have those pieces of terminator laying around, right? You think they will fit me too?
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>>2285937
>[2] Write in

tastefully implied.
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>>2285977
We just incorporated the most important pieces of the terminator stuff as well as some power armor stuff into use using the power of the warp.
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>>2285996
Have we passed the crux mechanicus? (Over 50% of our body is machine)
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>>2286004
Hm... Yes. I mean, starting out as a ranger meant we had already replaced most of our limbs, and by now a large portion of of our internal organs are now warp infused metal.
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>>2286010
Praise the Omnissiah!
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>>2285996
then just purr about other sweet beautiful upgrades she may install into us. Like a warpflamethrower.
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>[2]
>>2285941
>>2285977
>>2285983

>[1]
>>2285963
It seems to me the general idea is that we want to make our feelings know to medusa and see where that takes us.
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>>2286026
probably to the workshop. for science!
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You lean into Medusa. She leans back. "I'm very glad to have met you Medusa. Without you, I would have never been freed from my chains to truly pursue the glory the Omnissiah intends of us."

Medusa smiles "I feel the same 101. Without you, I would have likely toiled away in that workshop until I either died or attached myself to some warband or other. Now, I have my cultists, a growing cohort of servitors, and most of all," She leans in, takes off your mask, and gives you a deep kiss. "You, 101."

You mentally thank the aspect named Slaanesh for ensuring that you the proper parts and connection to said parts for pleasure.

A few hours later, after having your intimate times with Medusa, you are once again equipped and ready to move out, as are all your servants. Now then, where to next?

>[1] Try to find the bridge.(int, per)
>[2] Try to find the living quarters section of the ship(int, per)
>[3] Try to find the factorum section of the ship, one this sized has to have one(int, per)
>[4] Write in.
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>>2286068
>>[4] Find out what is necessary to restore the ship to working order, we need to make for the forge from our visions, then eventually... Mars.
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>>2286068
>[1] Try to find the bridge.(int, per)
and then
>>[4] Find out what is necessary to restore the ship to working order, we need to make for the forge from our visions, then eventually... Mars.

also charsheet
> You can apparantly turn invisible
when did that happen?
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>>2286068
>3
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>>2286091
When we stealthed up to the robit, thanks to a natty 1 we turned invisible, I'm guessing psyker fuckery.
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>>2286091
When you were sneaking up on B33p-800P, a 1 was rolled. It's likely a relabel psychic power that you can make use of.
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>>2286104
>relabel
reliable?
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>>2286109
Yes. Indeed. Reliable.
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>>2286104
sooooo... we, like, creeeeeed ?
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>>2286119
Methinks we should try and capture the next sorcerer we come across. It would be nice to have a tutor. Especially when that tutor knows he will suffer a fate worse than death if he does not live up to expectations.
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It's B33p-8008 to you pal
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>>2286135
more like B33p-80085

Slaanesh is strong with this one.
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Okay then, it seems we'll be looking for the bridge. Give me 2d100.
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Rolled 65, 7 = 72 (2d100)

>>2286155
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Rolled 81, 94 = 175 (2d100)

>>2286155
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Rolled 50, 44 = 94 (2d100)

>>2286155
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Rolled 40, 61 = 101 (2d100)

>>2286155
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Following the binaric markings on the walls of the ship, you make your way to the ship's bridge. The time it takes confirms how massive this ship is. It may even be larger than the average. Throughout your journey to the bridge, you see no signs of life. No servitors, no crew, nothing.

Then you reach the door to the to the bridge, marked with the cog of the omnissiah a blast door bars you entry.

>[1] This cog is not the true cog! You have discovered the true cog! Break down the door!(str x 3)
>[2] Let's try talking to the machine spirits(fel x 3)
>[3] Let's have Medusa talk to the machine spirits
>[4] Write in
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>>2286382
>>[3] Let's have Medusa talk to the machine spirits
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>>2286382
>[3] Let's have Medusa talk to the machine spirits
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Rolled 10, 38, 79 = 127 (3d100)

"On it." Medusa leans into the door and begins to hum.
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>>2286591
The blast door opens. "Machine Spirits just love me, don't they?" Medusa says with pride.

"Hello?" A creaky voice asks from somewhere within the bridge area. "Is somebody there?"

>[1] Answer back.
>[2] Stay silent, and advance with weapon drawn.
>[3] Sense ahead with psychic powers(wp x 2)
>[4] Stay silent and don't move
>[5] Write in.
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>>2286598
>[1]
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>>2286598
>[1] Answer back.
>5: with medusa.
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"Yes. Hello there! Who are you?" You shout back.

"I-I-I'm the Navigator of this ship!"

"Where is everyone!"

"I don't know! I woke up a few days ago and the crew was gone!" The navigator walks into view. Their hair is long and white as snow, their large forehead resting eye a deep red, their frame lank and bony, their from completely androgynous. "Who are you? You smell like daemons."

>[1] Lie and say that you've had to fight through some daemons(fel x 2)
>[2] Ignore their question and push ahead with questioning.
>[3] Intimidate this creature(fel)
>[4] Kill this creature
>[5] Write in
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>>2286721
>[5] "You must be confused, friend. We serve only the omnissiah"
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>>2286752
This.
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>>2286752
This sounds good
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>>2286721
>[3] Intimidate this creature(fel)
>[5] "You must be confused, friend. We serve only the omnissiah"
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"Relax navigator. I serve the Omnissiah forever and always." They seem unconvinced, but nod anyways. "Now, what happened to this ship?"

"Well, we were traveling through the warp. I had personally plotted the course. In fact, it was my first time doing so without assistance or a teacher watching me. But then the captain shouted something about The Device, and then everyone panicked, and then I got scared, and then I fell uncurious. When I came to, everyone was gone. If you want to know more, I don't have much. They didn't trust me much because I'm a Navigator. I only know where we came from, and where we were going. A small planet on the eastern fringe to mars. That's really it."

>[1] Push the navigator for more answers!(fel)
>[2] Thank the navigator kindly and give them a pat on the head.
>[3] Inquire about this "device"
>[4] Write in.
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>>2286898
[2]
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>>2286898
>>[3] Inquire about this "device"
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>>2286898
>1
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>>2286898
>[2] Thank the navigator kindly and give them a pat on the head.
>[4] Offer to take them with us and explore the ship for a way off
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2 it is then! Writing!
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>>2287294

>[4] Write in.
>Eat navigator, attempt to gain eye.
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You kindly pat the navigator on the head. "Thank you kind navigator." The navigator makes a squeaking noise and blushes. "Now, do you know anything of this device?"

The navigator shakes their head "No, not really, only that we took it out of the planet we left. I think its somewhere near the factorum area. I-I could show you the way there if you wished."

>[1] Go to find this "device"
>[2] Enter onto the bridge and see if you can assess the technical state of the ship(int)
>[3] This whole thing is thoroughly unsettling. We should look for a way off this ship
>[4] Write in.
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>>2287299
Ooh, that's a good idea. Should have made that one of the options.
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>>2287313
>[4] Write in.
>Psych! Eat navigator, attempt to gain eye.
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>>2287333
Persistent are we?
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>>2287353
if the navigator is a potential party member/ plot hook, I'll gladly back away. Otherwise the perils of the warp are strong, and a navigator's sight is oh so valuable.
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>>2287313
First
>[2]
Since we're already here, then take up navi's offer and do
>[1] Go to find this "device"
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>>2287396
support
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>>2287396
redirecting to support this for the sake of moving forward.
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"Could you show us around the bridge?"

"Yes, right this way."

The navigator leads you onto the bridge . You see banks of terminals, a huge tapestry that is a map of the galaxy, hear the whir of cogitators, see the finely detailed captain's chair.

Honestly, everything seems to be fine. You and Medusa make a quick scan through all the systems, conversing with machine spirits and reading logs. All systems return good. This ship is fully functional except for one problem. All of the power appears to be directed to a cargo hold just below the factorum level. Probably whatever this "device" is.

"Amazing, this ship is fully functional! 101, do you know what this means? We are in essentially full possession of an explorator ship with all the proper access codes and identification! We can basically go anywhere in imperial space!"

"Yes, but we need to restore power."

"Good point. Hmm... if all of it's down and back in that cargo hold..." Medusa interfaces with a terminal. She smiles. "Excellent, the ship wide transport system is active now. I've got a tram coming our way, and it should be able to take us to just two floors away. How many people do we want to take?"

>[1] Just you and me. We'll be able to hide better and we have the expertise.
>[2] Bring the gene stealer as well.
>[3] Bring B33p-800P as well.
>[4] Bring the marines as well.
>[5] Bring the navigator as well.
>[6] Bring some cultists as well
>[7] write in
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>>2287481
>>[7] navigator, where it the rest of the crew?
now, depending on the answer, bring just Medusa or everybody
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>>2287493
"I-I... I don't know mr. techpriest. When I woke up everyone was gone."
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>>2287495
> Welp. It is probably some eldritch horror contained down there, bring everybody, then scout ahaid with Medusa
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>>2287481
>[7]1-6, and possibly anything else we can fit.

I dont trust any of the other ones, and I dont trust what is down there.
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>[7] Bring Medusa, B33p-800P, the navigator and the cultists. Eat the gene stealer and marines.
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It appears that bring everyone is the course of action. Writing.
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You decide there's safety in numbers, so you all make your way through darkened halls and to the tram. You all pile in. Between the space marines and B33p-800P, it's a bit cramp, but not by too much; this thing also probably transported cargo across the ship as needed. The tram sets of, passing by empty stops, devoid of all life, until it slows down to stop at your intended destination, right next to the factorum.

The factorum is running. You can hear the thrum of machinery, taste the smell of molten metal, feel the creation going on. You are drawn towards in, and in to the massive chamber. It has been made more massive, large portions of the floor opened to reveal the cargo bay below, wherein lies a massive glowing core of some great machine, its tendrils rising up and connecting to each machine in the factorum, as well as into many large glass tubes, in which are preserved multitudes of bodies and half assembled servitors.

Speaking of servitors, hundreds of them swarm over the machines, operating them endlessly. You watch as the parts to a lasgun are created, assembled, tested, sanctified, and then melted down to start the process over again. You can feel a tang in the air, something like a psychic power, long since dissipated, but so powerful when it had been cast that its imprint still lingers. The navigator can feel it too, and it frightens them. In fact, there are still some psychic tendrils here, all emanating from the glowing core in the cargo bay below, surrounded by its forests of man holding tubes.

>[1] Examine the activities of the servitors more closely(per, int)
>[2] Kill a servitor just to see what happens.
>[3] Descend down and approach the core
>[4] Tell your allies to open fire on all of this.
>[5] Psychically scan this area(wp x 2)
>[6] Write in
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>>2287895
>[1] Examine the activities of the servitors more closely
I don’t think our psychic abilities are reliable enough to use without training.
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>>2287895
>[1] Examine the activities of the servitors more closely(per, int)
then
>[5] Psychically scan this area(wp x 2)
There is place for only one eldritch abomination, and that is us.
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>>2287902
supporting. Also get a gender ID on the navigator....for science.
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Okay then, give me 4d100(first two for normal observation, second two for psychic observation.)
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Rolled 73, 53, 18, 98 = 242 (4d100)

>>2287915
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Rolled 45, 88, 79, 15 = 227 (4d100)

>>2287915
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Rolled 4, 7, 61, 89 = 161 (4d100)

>>2287915
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Between ya'll is all successes.

You take some time to observe the actions of the servitors, and you realize that they are not doing a simple pattern. Each servitor never does the same thing twice as far as you've observed, each and every one is always doing something different. This done, you open your mind and scan with it. In each servitor there is a thread, and that thread connects to every other servitor and to the core. The core... it is looking at you.

"Greetings..." Its psychic words boom near the pain threshold. The navigator grips their ears.

"What are you?" You ask with your mind.

"I make machines that make machines. With the loss of my servitors, I required more. Crew of transport deemed non-necessary and converted to servitors. Capacity for usefulness of active servitors reached. Remaining unconverted placed into stasis in event of future need."

"Why are the servitors acting like they are?"

"Purpose is to create. Resources that are not vital to transports are limited. Therefore, any item with no use is recycled to create more items. Current production is: lasguns, flak armor. Quota is: 0 lasguns, 0 flak armor. All items exceeding quota are recycled to aid in future production."

"Who is your creator?"

"I was created by the Omnissiah."

>[1] "What do you mean, created by the Omnissiah?"
>[2] "Well, could you stop? What you're doing right now is pointless, and we need the power to move the ship."
>[3] This thing is insane. Best to destroy or deactivate it. Maybe eat it.
>[4] If this thing has a psychic presence, you can take control of it!(wp x 3)
>[5] Write in
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>>2287948
>>[2] "Well, could you stop? What you're doing right now is pointless, and we need the power to move the ship."
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>>2287948
>[1] "What do you mean, created by the Omnissiah?"
Be friendly and weasel out information from it. Then...
>[5] Convert or subdue it to our cause!
Or just nom it, but I am afraid that thing wil l give us indigestion by extreme bolter-and-lasgun-fire poisoning.
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>>2287948
>5: Energy and motion is a resource, you waste capability by needless action. Halt cue, enter low ready state for future orders.

If that fails


>[4] If this thing has a psychic presence, you can take control of it!(wp x 3)
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>>2287991
"You are wasting massive amounts of power by continuing this pointless course of actions. Please cease."

"Request Acknowledged. Processing."

"Request Denied. Purpose is to create. Creation is most efficient in mass production. Current level of production must continue."

>[1] Attack it with more logical arguments!
>[2] Attack it with bullets(bs x 3)
>[3] Take control of it with your mind!(wp x 3)
>[4] write in
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>[3] Take control of it with your mind!
I suppose mind controlling a machine is good enough training for us.
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>>2287993
>>[1] Attack it with more logical arguments!
It's like that one movie with the dragons where he beat the final boss with math
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>>2287993
>[1] Attack it with more logical arguments!
if fails, then
>[3] Take control of it with your mind!(wp x 3)
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>>2287993
fuck philosophy.
>3>
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For the logical arguments you actually have to make one, so I think 3 wins. Give me 3d100.
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Rolled 1, 43, 42 = 86 (3d100)

>>2288011
What! That's heresy! One does not simply make logical argument!
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Rolled 2, 97, 83 = 182 (3d100)

>>2288011
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>>2288015
See? Even dice agrees with me. My unspoken logical argument is valid.
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>>2288015
oh fuck yeah
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Rolled 61, 12, 63 = 136 (3d100)

>>2288011
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Rolled 65, 25, 97 = 187 (3d100)

>>2288011
>Your aggregate production is 0! You are an inefficient production vector and should submit yourself to the omnissiah and his representatives for repentance
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Rolled 34, 32, 8 = 74 (3d100)

>>2288011
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>>2288031
>>2288034
1,12,8
>>2288019
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You've had enough of this machine's stupidity. If the Omnissiah truly did make it, it has strewn from the path. You gather your power and lash out with binding chain towards the core. "YOU ARE MINE!" You shout, both in your mind and from your mouth.

The core screams. It writhes, it lashes out. Some servitors drop dead, others explode in showers of gore and oil. The core dims, seeming dead.

You worry that you have killed it, but then it slowly shines back to life. "As the Omnissiah decrees it, I am made to serve master. Lasgun and Flak armor production will cease and production energy will be diverted to transport systems. Master, please command a new task. Current production related resource include: 6000 factorum outfitted servitors, 10,000 pre-operation servitors. Standard A-Level Production Materials Package, All unclassified STC found as of 0 273 860.M40." You assume that when it says pre-operation servitors, it means it hasn't lobotomized them yet.

"Also, I have gained full control of the transports necessary system. No crew other than a navigator class psyker is required for transport functionality."

>[1] Convert all pre-operation servitors into battle servitors.
>[2] Convert all pre-operation servitors into skitarii. While battle servitors may be useful in their unthinking loyalty, the ability to think is also very useful.
>[3] Instead of operating on the future servitors, prepare them for a mass sacrifice. Whatever for, be it infusing yourself with more energy, summoning daemons, or otherwise, it should also properly "bless" this ship.
>[4] Tell the Core that you're going to eat a few of these pre-servitors.
>[5] Tell the Core to begin assembling daemon engines.
>[6] Write in
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>>2288044
>Make a 100 skitarii squad, save the rest for later
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>>2288044
>>[3] Instead of operating on the future servitors, prepare them for a mass sacrifice. Whatever for, be it infusing yourself with more energy, summoning daemons, or otherwise, it should also properly "bless" this ship.
go big or go home
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>>2288051
If we bless the ship, won't we have a harder time getting into imperial space?
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>>2288055
uhh... maybe?
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>>2288044
>[3] Instead of operating on the future servitors, prepare them for a mass sacrifice. Whatever for, be it infusing yourself with more energy, summoning daemons, or otherwise, it should also properly "bless" this ship.
and
>[6] The cores new job is to endless remake the ship and improve it, aided with the blessings of the above. We can strip this space hulk of useful material.
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>>2288044
>>[2] Convert all pre-operation servitors into skitarii. While battle servitors may be useful in their unthinking loyalty, the ability to think is also very useful.
I'm thinking of us as less all in on the chaos and more enjoying the freedom aspects while still respecting Both the Ominissah, the Adeptus Mechanicus, and the aspects. Making more skitarii brothers that can ultimately choose their own paths feels right.
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>>2288104
redirecting to this.

for all the other players. Perhaps it is time to seek out the other aspects, and consume them? We are...incomplete.
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>>2288117
I like it
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"You have access to the processes to create Skitarii, correct?"

"Indeed. Approximately 2% of the pre-operation servitors are already skitarii."

"Excellent. Switch servitor production to skitarii production. I want high loyalty. Instead of the standard loyalty programs, I want them to worship my version of the Omnissiah, the true one. Do you understand?"

"Command received master. Standard protocols also dictate the creation of appropriate vehicles. Production quotas established based on resource and power availability. Required power has been diverted to transport systems and auxiliary systems. Remaining power has been allocated to factorum systems. Reserves of pre-operation servitors will remain due to resource limitations. Hail the Omnissiah, hail his power in the Warp."

"Good, thank you." You turn to your party, for the first time realizing that besides your speech they head none of that conversation. "Good news. The ship is now functional and we will soon acquire a small army of skitarii. Today is a good day." You make your way back to the ship, Medusa excitedly doing calculations as she follows.

You shortly arrive at the bridge. "So 101, what now? Do we leave the space hulk and set out somewhere new?"

>[1] We are done here. Launch the ship and leave this ball of wrecks behind.
>[2] We're done here, but let us see if we can recruit that chaos warband, the Bloodied Skulls, before we leave.
>[3] Let us wait awhile before leaving, let the factorum spit out skitarii for a few days.
>[4] Write in
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>>2288174
>[1] We are done here. Launch the ship and leave this ball of wrecks behind.
The bloodied skulls warband can suck a dick, let's get off this shithole
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>>2288174
>[1] We are done here. Launch the ship and leave this ball of wrecks behind.
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>>2288182
>>2288188
Poo. We are not going to nom their leaders for full set of chaosy goodnes?
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>>2288174
>>[4] Write in
oh hell no. Walk away from the treasure trove of secrets are lore?

There is an immortal ork we need to capture, call me extra heretical, but his mechanical knowledge comes from somewhere, and I suspect it is the Omnissiah. Also that navigator probably needs a review for loyalty.

We got three options the way I see it:

Do quick plunder now, and get out.

Walk away from all this and loose out.

build an army, and conquer this shit heap of a space hulk. Why settle for a simple ship when you could have a mobile city?


You all dream so small. such tiny thoughts.
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>>2288201
support
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>>2288174
you know what, >>2288201
convinced me, let's stay and plunder
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>>2288174
Meh, I'll admit they make a good point. I'll change my vote to>>2288201
But let's wait for the skitiarii to finish so that we have enough men to finish off the horde and the orks quickly.
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

Well then, we're staying to plunder.

"No, we don't leave yet. This space hulk could still hold valuable resources."

Medusa nods "Good idea. You should take the genestealer and the marines with you. I've had a talk with those two, I don't think they'd betray you at this point. I'll stay here with the cultists and wait for you to get back. You'll probably be able to Vox me much more easily due to the ship's signal strength. But be careful out there. If you find something big, call it in and I'll send the cultists, and the skitarii if they're ready by then, to pick it up."

You nod and set off towards the airlock, followed by your gene stealer friend and the two marines, who you notice have painted your chaos cog onto their chests.

You set off into the space hulk and...
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>>2288228
them cliffhangers
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>>2288228
Are blindsided as that damned work bursts his way out of a wall of scrap, now 10 feet tall and grasping a looted power maul meant to be wielded by a damn dreadnought!

"Ha! There ya are ya git!"

>[1] Shoot him!(bs x 3)
>[2] Chop at him!(ws x 3)
>[3] Smite him!(wp x 2)
>[4] Write in!
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>>2288234
*Ork
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>>2288234
4> Consume his essence, learn his secrets. We have the stomach mouth.
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>>2288234
>>[3] Smite him!(wp x 2)
fuckin works, being all grammatically corrective and shit, well we'll show him
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>>2288234
>[3] Smite him!(wp x 2)
"Ha! There ya are ya git!" just parrot everything he says. it will be funny
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>>2288234
[3]
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>>2288242
supportan.
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Give me 2d100
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Rolled 93, 12 = 105 (2d100)

>>2288268
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Rolled 23, 55 = 78 (2d100)

>>2288268
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aaand he is toast
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Rolled 90, 27 = 117 (2d100)

>>2288268
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Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2288274
Doubles roll. That's some psychic phenomena.
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2288301
And then that's perils.
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>>2288305
You unleash a blast of psychic energy towards the ork, but you overload it, and are sent flying forty feet backwards, slamming into a wall. Ouch.(-2 wounds).

Luckily, you've also killed the work for the time being.

>[1] Let's see what happens if you eat him
>[2] Chain him up and bring him back to the ship for future study.
>[3] Throw him in a pit and look for something else.
>[4] Write in
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>>2288309
>[1] Let's see what happens if you eat him
it is basicaly just eating mushrooms
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>>2288309
>>[1] Let's see what happens if you eat him
.....Look it's just, Orks make spores. Those can potentially make more orks on the ship. If we just eat him, then it wouldn't be wasting the study potential. But actually destruction of his being and devouring his essence too, none of this "swallow him and then have him bust out of our stomach be he healed" bullshit the Hulk dealt with when he ate old man Logan.
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>>2288313
also, there is a small chance of inheriting the WAAAGH!
we double psyker now
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>>2288309
1
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You lick the lips of your stomach mouth and approach the work. Your stomach seems to widen and your mechadendrites wrap themselves around the ork, shoving him into the gaping maw. Mmm... mushroomy. You feel slightly stronger(str+1).

The entire hulk suddenly lurches. Your Vox caster crackles to life. "101 Hurry back to the ship! The damn space hulk is drifting into a black hole! We need to move!"

>[1] Run run run!
>[2] "I'll be right there, I'm just going to take control of the Bloodied Skulls while they're freaking out."
>[3] Write in
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>>2288329
>>[1] Run run run!
I think we're good here, skittari army and a few cultists are enough, frankly I don't trust having a ton more cultists around. At least we can control ourselves well enough, but most heretics can't.
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>>2288329
>>[2] "I'll be right there, I'm just going to take control of the Bloodied Skulls while they're freaking out."
those who dare, do.
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>>2288329
>[3] Reach out into the hulk psychically, looking for anything of note
Then
>[1] RUN
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>>2288352
support
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>>2288352
changing my to this. We can psychically contact anyone who wants to live, and tell them to get on the ship or die. maybe get lucky and find that other admech.
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>>2288352
I'll switch to this since it includes what I want too
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>>2288329
[1] Run run run!
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You run back towards the ship, throwing out your mind for anything of note along the way. You can feel the panic of multitudes of xenos at their impending doom. Genestealers who will never scamper off to start a cult, orks that will never WAAAGH, chaos war bands that will never get off what they thought was just an easy ride through the warp. Actually, speaking of chaos war bands, you can actually sense the Bloodied Skulls making their way towards your ship. They probably were able to notice it activating; they were camping very close to it after all. You ignore them for now, you'll deal with them later.

You near the airlock you exited from. It is guarded by two freshly minted skitarii, their chests marked with the chaos cog. They usher you in. "Quickly Master 101. Medusa has already readied the ship."

You enter and make your way to the bridge where Medusa stands, furiously interfacing with the ship. "Engines are ready, and we just sealed the airlocks. A few things got on board in the panic, but we can deal with them later. Core, initiate launch!"

The entire ship shudders and lurches, its sides scraping against the ruined ships that make up the space hulk around it until the ship bursts out into open space, trailing debris. You gaze out the windows to see the space hulk break apart as it drops into the event horizon, into an unknown space beyond a singularity. You lean back in the captain's chair, relieved.

"101, the security systems are already going about purging or capturing the xenos and the war band that got aboard. What do you want to do with the ones we take alive?"

>[1] Put them in the brig, we have use for them later.
>[2] Bring any leaders her so I can talk to them.
>[3] Bring them to the Core, I'd like to see what it does with them given its current orders.
>[4] Bring them to me. Chaos marines have a unique taste about them.
>[5] Write in
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>>2288516
>>[1] Put them in the brig, we have use for them later.
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>>2288516
>>[1] Put them in the brig, we have use for them later.
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>>2288516
>[3] Bring them to the Core, I'd like to see what it does with them given its current orders.
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>>2288516
Do we sense any Tau? I remember we saw one of their ships and any survivors would be pretty cool
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>>2288787
The space hulk is gone. Sucked into a black hole.
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>>2288811
I know, I'm asking if any found their way to our ship
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Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>2288849
Hmm... well, let's see.
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>>2288864
Indeed, it appears that two crisis class tau battle suits are evading the newly made skitarii security force, but not the sensors the ship has.
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>>2288878
>Add them to our army
Out of all races, the Tau are the most likely to be peaceful and those are top of the line soldiers
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You give orders to have the intruders rounded up and placed into the brig. You will decide what to do with them later.

"Well then, where do we go now?" The Navigator asks. "We have local map. The closest planets are a forge world, an agri world which is also a knight world to said forge world, and a little farther out is a shrine world."

>[1] Set course for Mars!
>[2] Set course for the Eye of Terror!
>[3] Set course for the local forge world!
>[4] Set course for the local agriworld!
>[5] Set course for the local shrine world!
>[6] Write in
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>>2288888
I say we become pirates, space pirates
>Thoughts?
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>>2288888
>[4] Set course for the local agriworld!
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>>2288888
fucking check those QUINTS. with that said, ahem.

We are fucked if we go to mars. We are also kinda fucked if we go to the eye of terror, or shrine world, the forge world we might be able to loot the outlying areas, but usually are hard nuts to crack. The agriworld is a soft target were we can form a power base, and possibly even pass ourselves off as loyalists. We might need to play dress up though...so for now..

>6: Upgrade time. We need to review our assets, prisoners, and possibly use some of that to summon a demon of nurgle and khorn to finish off all aspects and attempt to seize our destiny of true understanding.
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>>2289102
You'll have time to do stuff before you arrive at your destination. This is also the last decision for this thread.
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>>2289080
this.
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We have a small army of chaos space marines and heretics, chaos cogs painted all over us, a robotic genestealer, and our stomach has a jagged mouth encompassing it, We can safely assume we don't look like loyalists...that said

>>2288888
RAID TIME!!!
!>[4] Set course for the local agriworld!
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We are forge world bound then. Wow, a lot got done in this session. We got the cultists, ate some daeomons, got a robot friend, got a ship, got a crazy robot factory, got a navigator who's sex we can't determine even with the most advanced scanning equipment, and we also imprisoned a chaos war band and the two main characters of some tau anime.

Well, this is Maos QM, mostly signing off. I shall start the next thread on Thursday, where things on ships will happen, followed by things on agriworlds.
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>>2289194
Agriworld, meant agriworld, not forge world. Praise Omnissiah
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>>2289201
>not sure I trust you. This might indeed be the rare AgriForges of Breadstivan, guarded by the fierce knight house of Holstess
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>>2289194
Also, we need to name our ship and ourselves.. unless we want to stay High Commander No.5 forever
Also, I see what you did there, OP!
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