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>What is this?
This is the Renegade Regiment, a freeform RP . In this quest, you play Renegade guardsmen and chaos cultists under the command of Commander Irvis as the regiment struggles against the shackles of the Imperium

>Can I join?
Sure, join right in. For now, you’re restricted to having your character be a human or abhuman/mutant. Also of course, they have to be the kind of person to worship or at least work with the Chaos Gods.

>Can I have multiple characters?
Yes as long as you don't use it to powerplay.

>How do you play?
We tend to use spoilers for OOC chat, but nothing is set in stone.
We tend to use greentexts for describing a character's actions, but again nothing is set in stone.
Use d20s for combat checks and d100s for other things you want to roll, higher Is better.

Discord Link: https://discord.gg/Ge8ybTz
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>>2735973
>he waits for Jaan to make a move
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Rolled 40 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2735973
>Jay sits at a corner, offering random adolescents "a dose of freedom"
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>Meanwhile, in a Hamlet located close to the mountain, sharp screams and blood curdling cries are sounded as the residents drown in their own blood. Only a few of the residents manage to escape their homes unscarred physically. All of them however are mentally destroyed.

>Reports come through that a single individual is responsible for such destruction, and that this individual was not human, nor Xeno.
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>>2736002
>Alpharius nods at the report and puts it in his "to do" pile
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>>2735985
So you wanted to talk about my property?

> He moves one of his pawns

What would you be referring to?
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>>2736056
Quite simply, you will leave Catalina to her work, if I win the game we are playing, and you get her if I lose the game we are playing.

I have had quite enough of your Brunhilde’s antics.

Also, stop playing chess. It’s clearly not why you’re here. I expected you to work that out.
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>>2736056
>>2736064
>Alpharius shouts from the other room
"You better not be using my chess board in there!"
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>>2736072
>he keeps a straight face

Nope
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>>2736064
And what game are we to be playing
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>>2736122
The goblets on the table Jaan.
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>>2736129
I do not understand what game that is. So you would obviously have the advantage here
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>>2736144
One of them is poisoned you utter moron.

Refuse to drink either and you concede the challenge, meaning that you keep your slave firmly away from mine and forever swear to not try and steal my property. Drink and die and I win, clearly
If you drink and I die, you obviously get Catalina.

You can drink from either goblet by the way, and we drink at the same time.

So go on, make your choice
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>>2736157
this is not any terms i have agreed to

and you do not have the power to impose these terms on me

> He smiles
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>>2736392
Oh, sure, you might say that.

I doubt the others will see it like that. Besides, if you truly believe so, why are you still here?

Play the game or give up. Your choice
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>>2736407
I’m still here because i have no reason to leave

and what others?

your fellow tricksters they i have no care for and i have not accepted your challenge so I can leave without consequence
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>>2736418
My fellow tricksters?

Oh no, nothing so crude.

It’s not just us that hate cowards you know.

You seen Jaan, what you have in front of you is an opportunity to get exactly what you and Brunhilde want. All you have to do is win the game.

That is, if you have worked out what the game is yet.
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Rolled 69, 83 = 152 (2d100)

>>2736423
> looking at the 2 goblets

> he creates a divertion before pouring one of the goblets into the other and taking the now emptied goblet and "drinks" from it (1st roll pouring the goblets 2nd roll drinking from empty goblet)
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Rolled 27 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>Corgan is wilking in his workshop trying to create a small artilery pice
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>>2736502
>O7 curses as he looks away, before returning to gaze at the table

>he looks as sees a giant red mess on the table where Jaan poured a filled goblet of wine into another filled goblet of wine, making it overflow massively and splash everywhere

Jaan.

What the fuck was that.

I’m genuinely confused.

Why did you pour one of the goblets into another one of the goblets. Why did you think that would work. What the fuck are you doing?
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>>2736505
>Loud banging is heard at the door, shortly followed by Pyrrhus' shouts.

"Hey Cog! Working on something?"
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>>2736509
What the hell? This presentation is terrible. You don't fill a wine glass to full. This is a mess. Honestly.
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>>2736518
yes I am working on a long range explosive delivery system
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>>2736526
>The instant the word 'explosive' is uttered, the banging gets increasingly intense.

"EXPLOSIVE? CAN I HELP?"
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>>2736524
Who the hell are you?
>he sets the grenade down and points his pistol at the new arrival, before pointing another gun at Jaan
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Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>2736532
ok then you want it that way?

> he throws the table over O7 trying to pin him to the ground
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>>2736531
you might
I am having some problems with the ammunition of the device
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Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2736532
Name's Jay love, this looks like the old, "poisoned drink" riddle, honestly it never tests anyone's wits, might as well play Kreiger roulette.
>Jay lashes out with her tounge. Hoping to blindside the assassin.
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>You hear slow trotting coming near the base, along with the soft clinks of a chain and a dragging noise alon the gravel road.

>Soon, a lone inhuman figure standing at 7’8” would stand upon the base, with beady red eyes that glowed among the darkness. The figure had hooves on its feet, and fur covered its body entirely.
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Rolled 30 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>2736548
"OH BOY!"

>Pyrrhus kicks the door open and sprints in, moving right to Cogran and the artillery, looking it over briefly before grabbing onto any nearby tools and getting to work.

>Rolling to assist Cogran.
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>>2736570
>Masked figure is sitting on a branch near the enterence
Say, don't those chains become annoying after a while?
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>>2736577
>The figure smiled a bit, before retracting after realising this may be a potential enemy

>The figure spoke with a deep toned voice, it’s large blocky and sharp-tipped teeth exposing themselves

“You don’t smell like a hairless one. Tell me. Do you serve the dark gods?”
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>>2736582
Hmm...yes, I serve a dark god, why else would I be here?
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Rolled 2, 19, 16 = 37 (3d20)

>>2736543
>>2736549
>Jaan decides to throw a table at O7 while being held a gunpoint. Points for boldness
>>2736549
>jays sudden tongue strike hits O7.... with a tongue?
>O7 instantly shoots both of them with autopistols as they try and attack him
>he then pulls free his melta gun and opens fire at Jaan
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>>2736548
>>2736572
>He scratches his head a bit before getting back up to look at Cogran.

"Well, from what I can gather, we'd probably need some more scrap from actual artillery. Otherwise, we're not getting any supreme results."
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>>2736594
Tounge with weight technically. I'll take the 19 because you didn't specify
>Jay falls quickly under the gunfire, cackling in the rush of combat.
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>>2736588
Be... here?

>Gorthon gets slightly confused. He doesn’t know that this is a renegade regiment encampment

Explain yourself, creature-with-a-mask.
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2736594
> he then leaps forward with his sword trying to stab O7

why did you draw guns?
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>>2736629
>the blade pierced slightly in the abdomen, held back mostly by the Tempestor armour

Because you decided to bring friends, Jaan.
Taking chances isn’t my speed.
>he takes the blade from his side and tosses it, before unsheathing his Melta gun, elbow jammed into the sword wound

Now, you can leave, or perhaps you can possibly kill me. Either way you lose.
>his eyes glance to the grenade, and he kicks it away
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>>2736616
Oh how can I explain myself...well you see, this is a place where the Lost and the Damned go to seek shelter and plan the takeover of this world
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>After a brief goodbye, Pyrrhus exits the workshop and wanders around a bit until he spots Gorthon, walking over cheerily.

"Well, well, well, haven't seen you around before! New face?"
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Rolled 18 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2736635
>Jay coughs from her place on the ground.
I came h-here of my own volition. Wha-
>Cough
No, I don't care, you don't get excuses, you pulled a weapon on me.
>She brings the full weight of the silver tounge down on O7's head.
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2736635
oh there is something you forgot

> he spits into the wound
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>>2736639
The lost and the damned? You speak of servants to the dark gods, creature-with-a-mask?

>Gorthon huffs out some steam from his nostrils, the mark of khorne noticeable on his forehead.
>>2736642
>Gorthon is taken back at the sight of a human, his body in a combat stance

Man-thing! Filthy hairless one! Tell me that you serve the dark gods or your life shall be taken away!
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>>2736629
>>2736648
I shall take blame for this. It's not like they can take anything from me.
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>>2736653
Yes, everyone here serves the dark gods, well except slaves, but they serve us and by extension , the gods
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>>2736650
>he just kinda looks at Jaan as he spits at him

...

Right I’m going to go now.

>>2736648
>the tongue piercing slams down on O7’s head

AAGH, DAMN, FUCK.

Right, I’m leaving you to bleed out now.

>he slams a smoke bomb down and unceremoniously fucks off
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>>2736653
>Pyrrhus only cocks his head to the side, his eyes difficult to see from under the gas mask he wears but almost definitely being rolled.

"Yeah yeah, i'm a servant of the Dark Gods. Everyone here is."

>He pulls off the glove on his right hand, revealing the symbol of Chaos Undivided carved onto his flesh.

"Now, mind saying your name?"
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>>2736676
I see. This pleases me. What doesn’t please me, is the potential of those damn SLAANESHIS being here.
>>2736682
I see, man-thing. I suppose your life shall be spared today. Who is the leader of this group, hairless-one?
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>>2736682
Also, my name is Gorthon Rathanak, despoiler of humans.
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>>2736689
Oh then you won't be happy, as there many of them
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>>2736689
>The threat on his life doesn't phae Pyrrhus as he turns around and points at Alpharius' residence.

"That's where the commander of this place is. Why do you ask? Thinking about joining up?"

>He pulls his glove back up to cover his hand.

"Oh right, and the name's Pyrrhus. Nice to meet you, I suppose."
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>>2736680
>Jay is mutilated. Laughing continues to the best of her ability.
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>>2736704
> he pics her up and starts to cary her back to base to get an apointment with Maria
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>>2736702
This ANGERS me.
>>2736703
I do not like to touch humans unless it is my hands around their necks, but I appreciate your welcome nevertheless, hairless-one. I suppose joining with like-minded individuals will further my blood lust. Tell me, are there servants of Khorne within this group?
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>>2736707
>Apahius is over the planning table when you limp in

“I heard of your little scuffle. Let it happen and I take away your slave. We have a mission soon and now I have to recalculate.”
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>>2736719
Hmmm...yes, they have a leader here, Jaan he calls himself, can fly and has a toxic saliva.
On the plus side there is a sizable population of khornates
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>>2736719
"Plenty. Too enthusiastic for my tastes but who am I to say who they get to murder brutally?"
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>>2736721
recalculate what? Our forces because I’m uninjured

he tried to poison me then Yay here came he pulled a guns on us, i stabbed him in self-defence that was basically what happened

and she hit him a number of times on the head with her tongue
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>>2736729
I disagree.
I put poison in front of you and gave you the option to drink it.

That is not attempted poisoning
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>>2736735
that is a difference of opinion

> he smiles wide
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>>2736747
Then you took one of the goblets of poisoned wine and poured it into the other goblet, ruining the chess set and the table
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>>2736729
>>2736735
Might I suggest a more accurate battle of wills? A simple game, you make the agreement and the first to make a violent gesture towards the other looses. You trade insults and jokes as you carry on your standard business. The presence and interference of a third party are no excuse, and it's even encouraged to utilize this additional antagonization.
>>2736735
What you did was insult the intelligence of everyone involved with a childish game of chance. Either it's a base 50/50 or the game is rigged in your favor. There is nothing to be determined by the assault on gentile discord that you presented as a game of wits.
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>>2736749
“...Operator 7, what chess set did you use. Was it a personal set?”
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>>2736723
>>2736726
This is acceptable. Perhaps I shall join you after all.
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>>2736752
And you.

Don’t pretend you weren’t with Jaan. There is literally no reason for you to have been there. You had no way of knowing unless told and you already understood the situation before having to ask about it.
>>2736753
Yes.
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>>2736757
Wonderful, come inside and find a man, well an astartes, named Alpharius, he's out..."glorious leader"
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>>2736748
>turns around
oh its you
what in the name of the gods would you want.
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>>2736757
"Wonderful."

>And with that, Pyrrhus walks off, probably to blow something up.
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>>2736762
i may inform you shitbag she was not with me
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>>2736763
Could you lead me to him? I trust you the most as of now, as I think you are not a human.
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>>2736762
I saw two overfilled wine glasses and saw were one individual tried pouring it from one glass to another. Either it's a classic game of chance, of an odd coincidence. As for why I was there, I frequently wander, where I wind up is no one's business but chance.
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>>2736770
That’s a girl?

>>2736775
Can you explain that to me by the way?
I’m still genuinely confused at the wine pouring.
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>>2736771
I wanted to sit here a bit longer, but alright
>He jumps off of tree and walks inside the cave
There he is, solving a dispute from the looks of it >>2736753
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>>2736770
“If you do not cease throwing words at each other I will not only take away your ‘toys’, but also sew your fucking mouthes shut. We have a mission; we are using the valkyires to drop into a prison camp turned gang-run city that is relatively isolated.”
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>>2736778
You know of slaaneshi excess
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>>2736782
ok should i fetch Brunhilde, she is a pilot

> brings out the device linked to Brunhilde’s tracker
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>>2736783
He just poured a goblet of wine into a goblet of wine and expected it not to overflow everywhere
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>>2736782
>The 7’8” beastman walks up to the space marine known as ‘Alpharius’

I am lead to believe that you are the leader of this group. Is this correct?

>The pentagram with the mark of khorne located on Gorthon’s forehead glows a dim red.
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>>2736793
“Yes, please do.”
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>>2736794
Slaaneshi excess is beyond any reasoning, either that or he wanted to mix both wines, were they the same or different kinds?
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>>2736778
Most wine glasses are large enough to fit several servings of wine. To fill one up more than halfway is both rude and foolish.
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>>2736782
Hmm, oh, may I joi-
>She looks down at the multiple bullet wounds in her abdomen.
On second thought I should stay behind.
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>>2736803
Why would you use a goblet that is too large for the amount of wine you intend to contain?
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>>2736799
> he punch a bottom on it delivering a message to the tracker which says "Brunhild is to go to War room"
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>>2736802
They were both deadly poison
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>>2736814 >>2736810 >>2736805 >>2736802 >>2736799

>Panting

>Holding her knees

"I heard gunfire, i got here as fast as i-"

"Oh, my Lord, your already here."
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>>2736818
>walking in
then you might want to check your hearing as the gunfire was far away from here
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>>2736810
To swirl it, to prevent spills. Any number of reasons.
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>>2736821

"My hearing is fine."

"My lords location is a bit more difficult to find."
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>>2736822
Absolutely pointless.
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>>2736817
Well maybe he thought that only one of them is and wanted to make sure that you both die
>>2736818
Fight happened in the forest
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>>2736818
Who are you?
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>>2736822
Why would anyone swirl wine?
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>>2736818
I too, heard gunfire man-thing. I worked out however that it was due to petty human insolence.
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>>2736825
Absolutely polite. To enjoy it properly is what I was concerned about.
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>>2736817
so you say they were both poisoned

> he smiles

so my approach was the correct one
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>>2736831
Allow it to breath, it improves the flavor.
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>>2736838
Unless that what I want you to think, and the actual poison was on the underside of the table, which will kick in in the next nine seconds
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>>2736835 >>2736830
"Lieutenant Araisal Delilah, i came to see if i was needed for any crowd control."

"Speaking of, My Lord, my heavy weapons team is sufficiently battle-trained at this point."
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>>2736841
If he dies I'm eating you.
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“Your squabbles are annoying and shameful. We are beginning the mission. Delilah, you will bring yourself and five of your best men. Jaan, you will do the same. Operator Seven, if you are in fighting condition you will do likewise, as will Barabass and Sparax.”

“Cogran, you will bring troops and some armor there on foot and wait for my signal when we take control of the walls; you will move in with the regiment to finialize our grip there once we have a sufficient beachhead.”
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>>2736850
>>2736841
With a fine white, I think.
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>>2736851
"My lord do you wish me to bring my Heavy weapons team or bring along my more specialized commandos?"
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>>2736851
Shall I serve a purpose to you, lord of the regiment?
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>>2736840
...breathe? Its a liquid
>>2736850
I hope you will at least cook him
>>2736851
Good luck my lord
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>>2736851
That Will be done Commander
>>2736858
why give them names they are nothing special according to my data
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>>2736851
i will take my best men Lord Alpharius

in those five does my sweetie burnhilde who will be flying the craft count?
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>>2736862
To release carbonation that is produced in the fermentation process. It can ruin the flavor if you aren't careful. And yes I'm going to cook him.
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>>2736865
"Because it is an apt description."
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>>2736793

Brunhilde was still in Jaan's room, at the moment she was taking a nap right where Jaan last saw her. One could guess about what she was dreaming about, but they didn't guess that she was dreaming of her and Catalina walking side by side inside a entire imperial church being burned as they walked with sevens tied to the pillers and being burned to a crisp by the inferno they would be wrong.
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>>2736879
> her tracking device start to buzz and repeat the message
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>>2736858
“Bring at least one heavy weapon; a heavy bolter would be the best and most portable.”

“Also, a few... specialists will be brought. Salfrin, this new beast fellow, etcetera. Gather your equipment and make for the landing pad, we leave in 30 minutes.”

>>2736870
“She does not count as she will not be inserting with you. She is just transporting you. After you are dropped, she will return to base.”
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>>2736897
Ok so no air support. hoped I would finally be geting it instead of being shot at by it

I already have my selection of men ready
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Maria... I wonder where she's gone, I need something for these injuries. They feel great but I need full mobility if I want to get in on the fight.
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>>2736872
...weird, but I guess there's a reason winemaking is considered an art by itself
Now if you excuse me, I have to plan what to do while Alpharius is off on a ra-
>>2736897
Nevermind
>He heads towards the landing pad
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>>2736916
"Yes but it'll have to wait, were heading out to attack some location on the orders of Lord Alpharius."

"You can show me during though."
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>>2736920
Don’t attack people and you won’t get riddled with bullets
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>>2736927
Don't point guns at people and you won't get attacked.
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>>2736936
When isn’t someone pointing a gun at you?
Grow up. It’s part of life.
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>>2736936
Isn't that why people point the guns at other people?
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>>2736920
>Maria gives Jay a hug from behind, injecting her with something while she did
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>>2736851
>Pyrrhus returns from whatever he was doing and raises one hand.

"What about me, sir?"
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>He enters Cograns shop
Hello? i have a requisition order to place for the enginseer
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>>2736859
“Yes, you’re going on the mission as a specialist., as will Pyrrhus.”
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>>2736941
>>2736940
It's a reasonable response to an obvious thre-
>>2736947
>Jay deflates almost immediately
Oh that's gooooood.
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>>2736949
Pyrrhus, you have been a respectable skin-man. Perhaps we should fight with eachother.
>>2736957
This is acceptable.
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>>2736957
"How much explosive ordinance will we need, sir?"
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>>2736893

After a bit, Brunhilde would finally wake up before listening to the message and starting to head off, looking for Jaan and the others.
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>>2736978
>>2736977
"Perhaps. You seem like a pretty interesting guy. Just try to keep the crazed murder away from me."
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>>2736873
You say that woth no proof other that being here for their potential
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>>2736954
>looks around, finding no one other than the odd servitor he grabs a requisition parchement and a pen and writes
10 spears
ancient terran weapon, a long pole with a bladed tip
^
|
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Looks like this
Shaft preferably made of sturdy wood
>leaves
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>>2736988

It wouldn't take long for her to get to the war room, where she would simply go behind Jaan and stay quiet, waiting for the order to head out and do something. She wondered how long until Catalina would be her's, or an opportunity to make Seven disappear or accidentally get friendly fired would arrive.
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>The slayers rush into the pathetic village and hop out of the trucks, they each find their target and begin the slaughter.
>cutting down the old, the fat, and the weak
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>>2737057
NO MERCY FOR THE WEAK!!
>He buries his axe into the back of a fleeing peasant, chainblade turning the contents of his spine and chest cavity into bloody confetti
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>>2737062
>The various villagers flee or cower. The few that fight back are weak.

>One is running particularly fast; outrunning a few of the Slayers
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>>2737070
>Jay joins in on the slaughter, lashing out with tounge and knife to leave villagers writhing in gore and pain.
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>>2737046
Good sweetie you have arived

> he smiles at her

Lord Alpharius my pilot has arived
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Rolled 5 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>2737070
THAT ONE!
>he throws a bola at the his legs
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Rolled 17 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>2737084
>the chunk the bolas as well, trying to capture this able bodied man
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>>2737091
>He is captured

>>2737083
"Excellent. All abord!"
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>>2737108
So is she not alowed to provide fire support?
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>>2737070
>Kanik, while happy to butcher the peasants for a time, eventually calms down when he accepts the fact that even though blood's being spilled, there won't be any decent fights.
"This is seriously the place we're recruiting from? No one here seems at all useful for anything but slavery. We'll probably end up killing anyone we recruit in training when they fuck up."
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>>2737121
"No, the valkyries are only dropping you out. And I'm flying one of them."
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>>2737108
When shal the ground troops set of Cmmander
>one of his auger mechatendrites is looking at Delaila as if expecting her to atack him
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>>2737138
>Ignoring him
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Rolled 21 (1d40)

>>2737091
>as the dead pile up ina bloody mess, the children and the able bodied are rounded up, bolas around their legs and gags in their mouths.
>Laying on the ground, stripped of clothing they are kicks, punched, and beaten with sticks and rods for some time until the slayers get bored.
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>>2737133
Dam i wanted air support but Ok i get it

> he looks disappointed
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>>2737144
>half of their number die from the beatings. With crushed skulls, busted throats and ribs, internal hemoraging and bleeding ended their lives.
>but the strongest among them surive, resulting in the capture of 17 able bodied men and women and 4 children who will serve as slaves until they are of age to become Slayer Halbruuder like the others.
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>>2737142
>taking her inaction as evidence for future action another auger mechatendrite looks at her scanning for any weapons she might point at him
No arogant words form alpharius favorite I see. most unexpected
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>>2737142
"I shall contact you when it is time."

>Alpharius boards the valkyrie he would be piloting.
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>>2737108
"Well, here we go. Sort!"

>The unfortunate Private, carrying a satchel filled with an absurd amount of explosives, follows Pyrrhus as he boards the Valkyrie.

"So, what will I be blowing up for this mission?"
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>>2737165
"Yes my Lord."
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>>2737165
> Jaan boards the other Valkyre together with his men
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>>2737108
We are flying in a steel bird? I have only seen such a thing from a distance while they killed my brothers.
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>>2737165
Shall I gather the men and set of towards the objective Comander. Otherwose I recon we wont get there in time for the assult
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>>2737178

Brunhilde seeing this, would get into the Valkrye she was meant to be flying. She was a bit disappointed that she had to return to base once she dropped everyone off, but Catalina would be at the base while seven was in combat, at least as far as she knew, so she would have a chance to do plenty of things with her.
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>>2737180
"Don't worry about it, big guy. Actually riding one of these is pretty fun!"
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>>2737195
"For some people."
>She looks pretty queasy
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>>2737190
"Yes."
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>>2737195
Having fun is a weak human emotion. It is an illusion. There is only anger and pain.
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>>2737202
Will do
>walks out and a momets later from loudspeakers atached to Cograns workshpp
All soldiers that are to parocipare in the next raid report to cograns Workshop in formation for alocation of transports and extra equipnemt necesary for this opneration
>>
>>2737199
>He pats her shoulder sympathetically.

>>2737213
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say. Then just imagine this as a good pain, then."
>>
>>2737229
>Flashs him a weak smile, and then vomits out the side of the Valkyrie
>>
>>2737229
>>2737239
“Who is this man, Pyrrhus, and why does he have udders on his chest?”
>>
>>2737244
>Is still sick
>Cannot respond to udder comment
>>
>>2737239
>rushes onboard the Valkyrie
Where are we going and what are we killing? there is nothing to do at base other than exercising which i have done excessively today already
>>
>>2737264
"Killing"
>Vomit
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>>2737259
“What is your name, man-thing? Are these udders a result of a wrong-birth?”
>>
>>2737239
>Pyrrhus pats her back sympathetically.

>>2737244
"Well, Gorthon, that's a woman, those are breasts and unless you want her to assault you, you should stop commenting on them. I'll tell you more later."
>>
>>2737275
“A WO-MAN?! FIGHTING ALONGSIDE MAN? My respect for humans has dropped lower than 0.”
>>
>>2737267
>lays his hand on her shoulder, holding her steady
>>
>>2737297
>Her stomach now being an empty she slumps against a chair
"I hate flying."
>>
>>2737283
"Hey! Don't say that shit out loud, man! Do you WANT them to swarm you when we get back to camp?"
>>
>>2737273
My name is Varro
And what do you mean udders? are you reffering to the fact that im shirtless?
>>
>>2737300
I will fight every man-thing that gets in my way.
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>>2737302
I was not talking to you, bad-ear man-thing.
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>>2737303
"There's too many, man. No matter how great you are at fighting, eventually you'll be taken down."
>>
>>2737317
I do not care, as long as the blood flows. I will destroy any man-thing.
>>
>>2737319
"Well, i can't stop you but I hope you heed my warning for your own safety."
>>
>The two valkyries fly for a half hour before they pass over the walls and over a slum city, industrial smoke piping up from below in crude factories and polluting mining operations. A few gangers take pot shots at the valkyries as the aircraft, but do no damage.

>Alpharius hovers the valkyrie a foot above the roof of an abandoned looking hat block. His voice crackles in over the short range comms

"Get out now. One of my independent agents will meet you on the floor below us. Your mission is to take control of this city enough so that the main force may drive in nearly unopposed. May the gods light your way. Hydra Dominatus."
>>
>>2737334
>Delilah and her men hop out
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>>2737334
>Gorthon jumps out from the Valkyrie, his hooves clopping onto the ground. Gorthon clasps his power-sword, sniffing the air

“I can smell the corpse-worshipping skin-walkers from a mile away.”
>>
>>2737334
>Pyrrhus hops out calmly, Sort following along miserably and almost falling on his face from the weight of the satchel while Pyrrhus shoulders his grenade launcher.

"Alright boys and girls, let's get to it!"
>>
>>2737334
>jumps out, his blood grows hot
Battle approaches.
I can fee it....
>>
>>2737335
>>2737343
>>2737356
>The Valkyrie take off, leaving the members of the regiment to their mission.

>They descend to the level below. It is dark save for the waning daylight shining through the holes in the roof. The scraps of a life of paranoia and observance are scattered about; binoculars, sketches of streets and faces, maps of the city, timetables...

>And also a dead body, its face obliterated with a shotgun. Above where is reclines on the wall is written a warning in blood

“NOTHING SHALL ASSAIL THE FAMILY.”
>>
>>2737436
"Lord.. This is either the mafia, or those xenos infiltrators the Guard are warned to keep an eye out for."
>>
>>2737442
>cracks neck
Lets hurry this up, im ready
>his skin starts to heat up
>>
>>2737471
"Indeed."
"Set up that heavy bolter, i have a bad feeling about this."
>>
>>2737220
>after havinh somewhat orhanised the troopd cogran sets of with Slave insidr Russy the armored sentinels piloted by one tzentchite and one nurglite guardsmen that he trust a bit that the rest of them. The hellhound is piloted by a kornate and the Rino by a slaneshi.
>>
>>2737436
>>2737442
>>2737471
Let them come. We are all spilling blood today

>Gorthon smiles
>>
>>2737593
>You can hear a few loose bricks tumble somewhere. The wind? The gradual shift of a building? Something watching in the shadows?
>>
>>2737605
Come out fiend! Unlike these man-things, I can smell you... oh yes... I can smell your greasy, slimy skin, and oh how I would enjoy it if I could slowly peel it all off your carcass, just so I can lay your beautiful skull on my belt...
>>
>>2737660
>Whatever it is scampers down some stairs
>>
>>2737667
>With his prey being so close, the throbbing in his head grows, his blood starts to pump fiercely, his breathing rises and his lips begin to recede.
>>
>>2737436
I bet its that tyranid cult, how was it called again?
>>
>>2738469
>>2738803
>Somebody shouts from the floor below
"HEY! STOP MAKING A RUCKUS UP THERE! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP YA BASTARDS!"
>>
>>2737436
> Jaan jumps disembarks together with his five men

> they are all moderately mutated but most of it is not effecting their capabilities to any large degree except one who has received triple jointed legs reminiscent of those on a velociraptor
>>
>>2738821
>One of your men(This one definitely still male) remembers that this used to be a nice little city instead of the built-up industrial slum it is now

>However, the man likes the feel of the city more now than it was before.
>>
Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2738808
>Driven into a frenzy he rushes down there, chainblade roaring and attacks the first thing he sees
for all intensive purposes Varro is about 6ft3 with broad shoulders and is ripped as hell and almost never wears a shirt because hes always sweating cus hes so angry, so hes pretty scurry
>>
>>2738830
> they stick together the one with raptor legs bouncing from one leg to the other as they walk finding it harder to balance while standing still

> Jaan looks at the man who remembered the place before the industrialisation

you from these parts?
>>
Rolled 19 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2738838
"Yes Jaan. Not from the city, just the area. All the decay and pollution... it adds an iridescent and foul beauty to all of it. Well tended gardens are all well and good, but the beauty of suffering this environment brings is intoxicating."

>>2738837
>Varro charges down the stairs and through a door on the next landing...

>Unfortunately, do to his frenzy, he is unable to notice the trap as he moves through the door, a shotgun bolted to the wall going off.
>>
>>2738808
>Salfrin remains silent and continues exploring
>>2738837
Don't crumble whole building
>>
>>2738849
we will not want decay brother we will bring in a golden age for this world. as the prince has promised us

and only those who deserve to suffer will do so
>>
>>2738851
>vision red, blood boiling, he is blind to the eyes. Thankfully in hell you do not need eyes to see, he attempts to survey his surrounding and understand what he is trying to kill.
>>
Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>2738884
fucking shit dosent roll sometimes >:(
>>
Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2738884
>It’s no good; you’ve got blood in your eyes. Or maybe your eyes are gone. Or maybe your vision is fading and you’re passing into unconscious

“You all get outa here!”

>A shotgun fires
>>
>>2738912
>The buckshot hits him in the upper left part of his torso, his left pectoral is torn by the buckshot and his shoulder is shredded. Due to his massive bulk it does not penetrate through his muscels into his ribcage but he doubles over and is on the ground.
>Varro is critically wounded and is taken out of the fight
>>
Rolled 37 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2738912
>Salfrin decides to sneak near the shotgun
>>
>>2738912
> hearing the shoots he approach the stairwell with his autogun drawn
>>
Rolled 5 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>2738933
>Salfrin gets fairly close to the man before he sees you

“AHH!”

>He fires his shotgun wildly

>>2738941
>Jaan reaches the food, standing over the slowly bleeding out Varro
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>>2738920
>Half conscious, he ponders his state of being
Am i dead? well shit it took em long enough to get a lucky shot.
I really should have gone with sparax, i hadnt killed or even fought something in so long no wonder i was blood drunk.
Oh... Sparax
Hes going to kick my ass if im dead
Who will replace me?
Where is the man in the green jacket?
I hope im dead, maybe then Sparax will die too, he would like that.
After all i am the only reason hes still alive....
what is this burning sensation....oh it hurts bad. really bad
I cannot move
i cannot see
is this what it means to truly be helpless?
Oh no. it cant be
>>
Rolled 84 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2738958
>Salfrin dodges the shot and wastes no time to fill the barrel full of paper mache and places a smoke bomb in between then too for good measure
>>
Rolled 5 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>2738968
“AHHH!”

>He fires even more wildly
>>
>>2738978
>His shotgun is entirely jammed. That was supposed to be a minus 6.

“Get away monster!”
>>
>>2738980
I'm not going anywere
For you see...wait
>>2738941
What was our mission here?
>>
>>2738980
>>2738985
Ah yes yes, I remember.
Were here to take over, cooperate and you will live, don't and you will become his dinner
>Points at Varro
>>2738960
Can you get up?
>>
Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2739006
>Suddenly he comes back to reality. His physical pain turns to anger quickly. His body is covered in his blood from his grievous wound. the blood rush hasn't returned to him yet, who is he looking at??
>>
>>2739015
>He sees a masked and cloaked figure standing near a shotgun whos barrel is full of paper mache
>>
Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2739021
>he struggles to his feet, his left arm is totally useless, thankfully that inst his sword arm
>In pain, and greatly hindered, the thought of being pittied upon or mocked because if it causes his rage to grow into deadly, illogical amounts. He sees the man with the shotgun and charges with a overhead swing of the chainsword
RAAAAGGHHHH!!!!!!
>>
>>2739044
>He's reduced to two halves of a man as you bring your chainsword from his head to his groin, coating yourself in Salfrin in his blood
>>
>>2739044
Welp, there goes our guide...
>>
>>2739045
>Pyrrhus walks down the stairs casually, weapon still shouldered as he walks over to his bloodied fellows and the split man.

"Well then, off to a good start, aren't we?"
>>
>>2739045
>Pokes the corpse for a bit then puts the shotgun in his robes
Lets move
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>>2739073
>You move further down the building to the ground floor. Besides the squatter, the building seems empty, likely a result of its crumbling appearance, though you are beginning to believe that it is a facade. The structure is entirely stable.

>As you begin down the stairs to the ground floor, you hear voices in the foyer.

"S' this the place the creeper squats?"

"Yee, him an' a guy with a shotter. Gotta loo' out for 'im."

"Koo. Letsa wait fer the boys ta get 'ere, den we kin take 'em."
>>
>>2739085
Looks like a bunch of thugs going after the beast, or just to beat up the homeless
>>
>>2739085
>>2739095
"Either that or they're planning on doing something else here and are preparing to defend themselves. Either way, I propose we interrogate and then dispose of them."
>>
>>2739114
Sounds like it would work, although what information could we possibly need from them?
>>
>>2739133
"You never know what you can get from low-lives like them. Of course, if you're not confident in their knowledge, we could just skip the interrogation."
>>
Rolled 16 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2739085
>Seeing these weaklings, especially after what happened earlier sends him into a frenzy, he charges at the closest one swinging Flesh Reaver in a one handed grip
>>
>>2739145
>>2739146
...nevermind
>>
>>2739146
>>2739154
"Yup."
>>
Well I propose we pick one of the squatters to be our new guide in there
>>
>>2739146
>You reduce once of the gangers to chunks of meat and remove the arm of the other

“AHHHHHHHH!”
>>
>>2739181
"Pretty sure there aren't any more of them. Unless you want to go ask the thing crawling around in the dark."

>Pyrrhus soundly ignores the soon-to-be-dead men.
>>
>>2739201
Well they did mention their mates coming here too
>>
>>2739188
>He looks around, frantically, as if panicked, as if he might suffocate if he dosent kill again
>>
>>2739207
Don't worry, they said that their mates will come too, leave at least one of them alive, meanwhile finish the guy who's hand you removed
>>
>>2739204
"Would be fine if it didn't mean we had to restrain him."

>He motions to Varro.
>>
>>2739146
fucking primitive we are supposed to control them and establish a foothold not kill all potential recruits
>>
>>2739214
"Sorry pal, but our mission here isn't to get buddy-buddy with every shitstained local we find. One as a guide will be enough."
>>
Rolled 7 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2739214
THEY ARE WEAK! THEY ARE SHEEP! I AM THE WOLF SO I WILL REND THE FLESH FROM THEIR BONES UNTIL ONLY WOLVES REMAIN
>He swings at the downed mans face
>>
>>2739219
...why are khornates even send on these missions?
>>
>>2739217
as an infiltration force it would be a good strategic decision to acquire local forces to support our operations and increase our effectiveness when the battle commences

>>2739221

> Jaan looks at him

that is a very good question asked slightly to late as the pickup just left
>>
>>2739225
You will need to discuss it with Alpharius once we get back
>>
>>2739221
"Good question. I have no answer. Just roll with it."

>>2739225
"That's pretty obvious, but these guys are literally worth nothing, maybe some meat shields at most. We can find better. And hey, if you want 'em so bad, wait until their friends come. If you can convince them before the khornates murder them, then that'll be great."
>>
>>2739237
They are convicts and hardened criminals, some of them anyways, and we are in need of swlling our ranks
>>
>>2739219
>The downed man is also reduced to chunks
>>
>>2739234
yes we will have to talk to him about it as they are only in the way during these operations

>>2739237

even a man who can not hold a gun has a use in an army
>>
>>2739238
>He eyes Varro's victims.

"Wouldn't exactly call them 'hardened' criminals, but we haven't seen them all yet, so sure."

>>2739247
"I guess, i'd be a bit of a hypocrite if I disputed that, eh Sort?"

>The man nods frantically.

"Regardless, all we can do now is wait for the rest of them. Or go hunt whatever was scurrying about earlier. That sounds fun too."
>>
>>2739255
i would want to establish some knowledge of the area before moving out

was there not some maps upstairs?
>>
>>2739255
Some of them are, likely ones who run the place, others will make do as a fodder
>>
>Outside, a vehicle pulls up. Some type of treaded vehicle with a large open container on the back, likely for transporting ore. 4 men with shotguns jump out. They’re wearing orange jumpsuits and red bandanas like the men Varro just killed
>>
>>2739263
"Yeah, pretty sure they belonged to our original guide before we lost him."

>>2739270
>Hearing the vehicle arrive, Pyrrhus walks over to Salfrin.

"Welp, there they are. Ready for some 'diplomacy'?"
>>
>>2739263
Likely stolen, didn't find anything'
>>2739270
Backup is here
>>2739275
Let we can talk it out or hide and pick them one by one...or wait for Varro to charge at them and hope he leaves one alive
>>
>>2739275
>>2739280
Time to talk

> he corrects his uniform and hides his wings behind his back before walking into the entrance hall his men ready to surround them when they enter the building
>>
>>2739280
"I don't think we can trust Varro to do that. I support taking them out one by one non-lethally so-"

>>2739282
"Or we can just do that. That's also an option."

>Pyrrhus sighs and adjusts his gas mask before grabbing all the visible grenades strapped to him and placing them in his satchel, then standing next to Jaan.
>>
>>2739291
the plan is to aim guns at them when they enter forcing them to listen to us so we can convince them to help us or take them prisoner if they refuse to cooperate
>>
>>2739298
"I don't need basic at gunpoint diplomacy explained to me, Jaan."

>He pats his grenade launcher and points it at the entrance.
>>
>>2739309
good i have learned to not have the highest of expectations here

remember not to reveal anything till they are inside we don’t want them running out the door
>>
>>2739311
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Let's get to it."
>>
Rolled 18, 20, 19, 6 = 63 (4d20)

>>2739311
>They immidately spot the corpses of their friends, still in plain view, though slightly chunky

“Sheet! Open fir!”

>1 shot towards Jaan, Pyrrhus, Slafrin, and Varron in that order of dice
>>
Rolled 1 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2739318
>Either the enemy misses or the pellets simply bounce off of Varro's brawn, either way he charges in a rage fueled blitz, Flesh Reaver spitting the blood and the chunks of meat from his last kill
>>
Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2739318
> he is hit at centre mass and thrown back into the wall his flack vest being able to withstand some of the damage but a number of pellets pierce the vest and are lodged inside his body

ahh you are going to pay for that i wanted to talk but you forced my hand

> he partisans around the room open fire from their hidden positions trying to trap the enemy in a crossfire
>>
Rolled 4 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2739318
>The shot hits Pyrrhus, center mass. He goes down. That will be a nasty wound but at least he had the foresight to get rid of the grenades strapped to that area. He coughs and struggles into a sitting position, taking a couple shots at the men with his grenade launcher, intentionally attempting to miss at least one of them.
>>
Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2739318
>Shot hits Salfrin in the chest, flak minigates damage a bit but he's wissibly bleeding
>Without a word he charges at the attackers and hits one of them with a pommel hoping to knock him out and use as a live shield
>>
Rolled 5, 1, 18 = 24 (3d20)

>>2739326
>Varro charges forward before he realizes that, oh right, he is missing a LOT of blood from the two shotgun wounds he’s already suffered. His movements are slow, his head dizzy. A ganger fires a shotgun at him. First roll, +1.

>>2739345
>...click. Click. Click. Click. The autoguns are all jammed... it seems somebody out the wrong type of ammo in them. A ganger fires at Jaan. Second roll.

>>2739356
>The grenades go wide. A ganger fires at Pyrrhus. Third roll.

>>2739364
>He’s grabbed
>>
Rolled 2, 8 = 10 (2d20)

>>2739391
> the partisans reload and open fire again aiming low to incapacitate and not kill the gangers (first roll)

> Jaan having regained his footing leaps at the one who shoot him trying to bite him (second roll)
>>
Rolled 12 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2739391
>This shot finds it's mark as well and Pyrrhus falls backwards, coughing up blood but getting up again andd shooting at the ganger who shot him in anger.
>>
Rolled 13 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>2739391
>He holds the man, who's hopefully unconscious, and begins shooting at the gangers with his backup las-pistol
>>
Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2739391
>Blurred vision, so dizzy he can barely stand, his momentum drives him forward, he swings Flesh Reaver when he gets just in range aimed at the enemies face, i think....
>>
>>2739404
>The partisans... still have the wrong type of ammo.

>Jaan misses

>>2739413
“HRK!”
>The ganger, entirely unarmoed, falls over.

>>2739417
HRK!”
>The ganger, entirely unarmoed, falls over.

>>2739513
HRK!”
>The ganger, entirely unarmoed, falls over.
>>
>>2739535
"Bastards."

>Pyrrhus leans up aganst a wall, slowly getting to his feet and pointing his grenade launcher at the remaining ganger.

"I'd advise you to drop your weapon for your own safety."
>>
Rolled 7 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2739594
DIE SHEEP!!
>he swings at the man, deliriously
>>
Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2739603
>Bashs him in the face with her gun
"Calm, the fuck, down."
(-3 to roll)
>>
>>2739594
>The remaining ganger is currently being used as a living shield by Salfrin

>>2739603
>He embeds his chainseord in the wall, spilling his OWN blood for the blood god from his unbandaged wounds
>>
>>2739815
>Besides the unconscious one that Salfrin is holding, the gangers are all dying of their wounds. It could be posssible to keep them from dying however...

>Or you could leave the corpses here or something your call ultimately, however you’re getting the feeling you should not stay here long.
>>
>>2739812
>it bonks agaisnt his head with a thud
OW!
owww
owwwwwwwww
:(
>>
Meanwhile, while everyone else has been properly deployed and no longer dealing with a bunch of gangers, Brunhilde had simply finished landing back at base. She had considered doing a few things to the Valkyrie that she would probably be using for some time, such as painting a few marks of her aerial victories on the thing. But for now, she was focused on something else. The annoying Seven was away for a time, which meant she had some time to speak to Catalina without being interrupted, time she planned on using well. Maybe if she was lucky, she could convince her why she would be better off with her then seven, or to do something with her. Hopefully, she would be able to show Catalina all the pleasures she was missing out on, and maybe more then just a part of her would start to love her...

She simply would have gotten out of the Valkyrie and simply walked around, looking for Catalina, trying not to be too distracted by her own thoughts.
>>
>>2740040
> the partisans start to stabilize the gangers after dealing with their own wounded
>>
>>2740040
>Salfrin goes after a nearby chair and ties ganger to it
There we go
>>
Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2740724
THEY DO NOT DESERVE MERCY, SKIN-WALKER.

>Gorthon attempts to decapitate one of the gangers
>>
>>2740730
>He yanks Flesh Reaver from the wall and stumbles, he stances himself to kill something but with the blood rage gone, all of the blood loss and damage hits him at once
Oh..Oh no
>He falls on his back with a thud
Crassus? I need...Some bandaging
>his eyes roll and he dozes off
>>
>>2740732
Stand up fresh-meat! The blood god doesn’t appreciate non-willingness!
>>
>>2740730
>>2740732
> the 2 now have 5 autogun barrels pointed at them

> Jaan is standing slightly further back

you two gore mongers must stop killing every possible contact or recruit we find

and do you think we should kill every living thing for no reason?
>>
>>2740744
>Lying on the ground, skin pale, muscles relaxed.
>He is dying.
>Regardless to how Jaan feels about him or others of his ilk, the fact that he took 2 shotgun blasts point blank and was able to press on and kill 3 men is something that demands respect
>>
>>2740744
>Salfrin drags a chair with the captured ganger towards the vehicle
We already made a lot of noise, I suggest we take their transport and go somewhere else, this blace has nothing left for us anyways
>>
>>2740751
i agree

> he Points to the one with raptor legs

go up and fetch those maps up there
>>
>>2740750
>Pyrrhus walks over to the dying Varro and crouches, clicking his tongue while overlooking his wounds.

"Sort. Gunpowder."

>The Private hurriedly reaches to his belt and hands Pyrrhus a large pouch.

"Now, big guy, this is gonna hurt, but you'll probably live after it. Probably."

>He opens the pouch and pours a small amount of the powder on his hand and carefully, pours that along the wound on his shoulder.

"Careful now..."

>He nods to Sort, who hands him a match. He scrapes it along the box before throwing said box away as the match lights up. He then crouches down lower and lets it fall on the powder while moving away quickly.

"And now we wait."
>>
>>2740777
>the powder lights and makes a sizzling sound before it burns out, all in a matter of seconds
>Varro's eyes open. WIDE
>If he could he would scream but the pain is worse than any he has ever experianced
>He catches his breathe
>>
>>2740778
>Pyrrhus chuckles a bit before patting him on the (uninjured) shoulder.

"You're alive after all! Ain't that just great? Now i'd appreciate it if you helped in setting your arm back into it's socket."

>He casually motions said arm while tilting his head in it's direction.
>>
Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>2740781
>He leans up into a sitting position, sweat running down his face
>the immediate pain has subsided
Yea, fine.
>He grabs the damaged arm with his good one and attempts to force it back in socket
>>
>>2740783
>Without even cringing at Varro's medical work, he turns to face Sort, grabbing one of his arms and ripping off the sleeve. Pyrrhus then ignores his servant's complaints and turning to look at Varro.

"Doesn't exactly look stable, buddy. Want me to keep it in place with this?"
>>
>>2740787
>he rolls his shoulder, as he does you hear some snapping and popping
it will do
and thank you
>>
Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>2740789
"Great, now keep still."

>He leans down and starts wrapping the make-shift bandage around the limb while humming some happy melody.
>>
>>2740793
Thank you, I bet those pinkeys over there would have let me perish for sure, i will not forget this
>>
>>2740794
"Well, they're Slaaneshi, you're a Khornate, so I don't know what was expected. I'll have to talk with the Commander about putting you together in missions again."
>>
>>2740794
Infighting is common between followers of different gods
>>2740796
Remember to talk to him about bringing berserkers to infiltration missions
>>
>>2740796
Yea, fuck that guy, not literally, thats gross
I bet he has 3 dicks or something
>>
>>2740796
why would i help the one who made this mission harder then it needed to be?

> he then in local tongue orders one of his men to Watch over the khornates to know if they are doing anything hostile ordering the rest to pack up Everything and take the captives to the transport
>>
>>2740799
i will inform you that i still have only one dick

>>2740798

yes i will do so to, they are useless at keeping a low profile
>>
>>2740798
"Odds of actually getting anything done are very low, but I guess i'll just have to see."

>>2740799
"I won't be making any further comments on this."

>>2740800
"Khornate or not, he's still a part of the regiment, not to mention that he can singlehandedly murder at least 3 people while bleeding out and with an almost severed arm. That's the kind of ability we need. Maybe not on this mission, but it's still important."
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>>2740803
they might have their uses but they should not be on infiltration missions

and i don’t care how many he killed we could have talked them into helping us if he had not ruined it be filling the entrance with corpses
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>>2740809
"Well, had we followed my Salfrin's idea of taking them out one by one from the shadows, this wouldn't have happened."

>He then turns around and walks over to Varro and the guard watching him.

"Hey, I'm the one who brought him back up, therefore he's my responsibility. I'd appreciate it if you left the guard duty to me, friend."
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>>2740809
>>2740815
>Salfrin looks from the transports container in the back
Who's driving anyways?
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>>2740817

do we have anyone who can drive that thing?
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>>2740846
>It is a very simple design; anyone can drive jt
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>>2740635
>Catalina is locked in behind the door to O7's quarters
"Hi Bruny! Master doesn't want us alone together, so we're just going to be behind this door with our food bars and water bottles!"
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>>2740899
>You also tie all of the captives up and put them in the back
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>>2740846
Well I know how to drive, but don't your partisants know how to do it?
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>>2740932
>They do indeed know how to drive it. A child could drive it. It is a very simple design.

>You should soon be setting out. A partisan has returned with the maps from the dead informant's dwelling. On it, is marked several red dots around the city, and a green dot is where you think you are currently.
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>>2740960
so were should we go?

should we check out one of these red marked Points?
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>>2740989
What else would we do? Lets go to the nearest point
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>>2741085
ok drive us there then

and dont stop rigth outside it park some distance away so we dont arise suspicion
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>>2741089
>The transport tumbled down the street towards the nearest red dot. When you turn a corner, or can see it; a hab block with a massive skull and crossbones bearing a red bandana on the side. At this distance, you can see two shotgun bearing men in orange jumpsuits with red bandanas guarding the door
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>>2741095
Aren't those the same men that we fought against just now?
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>>2741105
they seem to be form the same organisation
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>>2741108
Likely the same gang
Can you order your men to dress up as them and get inside?
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Rolled 33 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2741112
we will go in

storm the building if you hear gunshots

> they disguise themselves
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>>2741133
> they check for nametags if they find any change the name to something else

> they approach the door
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>>2741143
>The guards look up as Jaan approaches

“Yo dawg wat chill? Wat on back home? Gotsa big bulge.”

“Quasimodo eh?”

“Quasimodo!”

“Ehhhhhhhh!”
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>>2741149
hello *cough* please stop that its not funny anymore everyone does that

> he is amplifying the effect his wings had on his rear profile by hunching over like a hunchback
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>>2741161
"El rite, el rite. G' een den."

>He waves you through
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>>2741218
> they enter the building
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>>2741278
>It is a busy mess of gangers inside, little organization to be seen. The only through line is the orange jumpsuits and red bandanas that everyone wears. They are dicing, bartering, drinking, making weapons, making drugs, printing money; everything really.
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>Gorthon is amazed by the transport vehicle

How do we go so fast? I am very surprised by such technology...
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>>2740912

Brunhilde would be quiet for a moment before speaking "See? I told you he would try to do this. Soon enough he is going to try to make you hate me, can't you see that?! He wants to separate us simply because he wants to remove the last thing from your life that leaves you grounded so he can change you! Please, you have to understand what I've been trying to tell you is true. He just wants you to be his automaton, a robotic servant with no free will or personality...I don't want to see you made into that, Catalina, I want to show you the many ways you can enjoy life. Why follow the one who wishes to make you feel nothing in life, especially when someone is trying to help you and allow you to feel everything life has to offer. Your emotions shouldn't be dulled, and you shouldn't allow them to be by Seven..." she would pause, trying to recollect herself so she didn't fall into tears or rage. "I just wanted to be with you...I didn't mind doing anything at all with you, anything you wanted...I even would have been happy to do all the work Seven imposed on you before he left for you while you watched...while I might not be able to see your beautiful face, at least I can hear your wonderful voice...but how long until I'm not able to even have that? Forced to know I'm so close to you yet blocked from interacting with you...I'm scared, Catalina...I don't want to lose you..."
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>>2741320
>Salfrin says from the drivers seat
This is called a vehicle, it uses wheels and engines to achieve such speeds
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>>2741218
>Signals for her men to set up the heavy bolter
at the back of the transport so while they are not visible, if the back of the transport were thrown open they would have a clear line of fire at the doorway

>She taps her micro-bead and murmurs into it

>>2741161
'Intervention team is ready should you need it Maide, just give the word.'

>She taps it again

>>2741320

"We have alot faster ones amongst the stars, they are fast enough to travel between them infact."
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>>2741325
"Um, no. It is more because you are crazy obsessed with me and we don't want to be alone with you because you'll probably do something horrible."
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>>2741327
>>2741329
>Gorthon sits and thinks for a moment. He knew of ships traveling between planets but not between starts. He also only saw vehicles from a distance and never interfered with them

“Never before has this been revealed to me. How big are the stars? The galaxy?”
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>>2741337
Imagine the largest area of land you ever saw, a planet is about thousands, even millions of such areas, and galaxy contains millions of planets
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>>2741337
"The Stars are bigger than entire planet."

"And the Galaxy is made up of billions of stars
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>>2741343
>>2741344
Truly a marvel...

>Gorthon thinks to himself for a few moments imagining the sheer scale of everything
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>>2741333

Brunhilde would be mostly silent for a time, Catalina's words cut into her, and she didn't know what to say. Seven made Catalina not trust her, clearly, and she probably already hated her to an extent already as well. Naturally she felt a pain that would never be able to be enjoyed. She would however, eventually say "C-Catalina, please, let me prove h-how trustworthy I can be to you, I'll do anything, literally anything as long as you're sure of it...I promise I'll do anything...I'd be like your own slave when J-Jaan and S-Seven are away...please, at least give me one chance?" She begged, as it was all she really could do, besides, she wanted to have Catalina happy thanks to her, and she couldn't do that if Catalina never trusted her and never let her so much as see her.
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>>2741392
"Yeah, it's pretty big, ain't it? Just imagine travelling the stars, preaching the good word, fighting off the worshippers of the fake emperor! Sounds pretty good."
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>>2741392
Yeah, such things can make one imagine what is out there for years
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>>2741393
“We’re fine with you in company of others... but you’re scary when you’re alone with me or with Jaan. We’d prefer if there’s a non slaaneshi chaperone. However, if you want to be slave... um... could you bring us some food that isn’t ration bars? It was all we grabbed when we barricaded ourselves in here.”
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>>2741290
> they start to look for whoever is in charge

>>2741329
Understood
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>>2741397
>>2741410
All of it is land rightfully owned by the grand slaughterer. It all must be conquered.

>Gorthon puffs steam out from his nostrils along with his eyes beginning to turn red

Where is the enemy located? I lust for blood.
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>>2741440

Brunhilde seemed distraught at first but when Catalina allowed her to get her something her mood seemed to quickly shift. "I promise I won't take long and won't disappoint, mistress." She would say before running off to the kitchen to get a nice large and exquisite meal for her. Maybe after some time doing what she wanted when seven wasn't around she would understand how much she loved her and how everything she did was just her trying to help. She would hope that there was plenty of well made food still in the kitchen so Catalina could enjoy herself.
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>>2741447
"We'll get to the eventually. For now, we wait."

>Pyrrhus pats Gorthon on the shoulder and leans back, content to relax and let his wounds heal a bit while he waits.
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>>2741486
>In a wheelchair, entering the kitchen
Ima, I swear to the dark powers if you let this kitchen go to ruin I will tear you six new holes before sending your muscle bound bitch ass straight to Slaanesh!
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>>2741577

Seeing Jay, Brunhilde would smile a bit more before speaking. "Hello Jay! I need a feast of food for someone! Well, maybe not a feast but certainly a lot of food, do you mind making it? I would help of course."
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>>2741608
Can't reach anything from down here, but I can direct you.
>Glares at the meat mountain of a soux chef.
And Ima will help.
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>>2741447
Wait for a bit, you'll get your slaughter soon enough
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>>2741608
>As Brunhilde gets food, Catalina huddles in the corner under a blanket and reads the tzeentchian tome that O7 gave her. Only one part of her mind initially showed interest in its contents, but increasingly parts of the old Catalina fragment have been paying attention as well.

"Tzeentch. Tzeentch. Once I spat at the name, burned those who would utter it, but now part of me finds glee in saying it."
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Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>2741634

"Okay...how to start...how to start..." Brunhilde would say, looking around the kitchen a bit before looking at Jay. She would try to get the tools needed for cooking that she thought she would need before waiting to be told what to do.
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>>2741444
>The man in charge appears to be in a office overlooking this large main area. You can see that the door is guarded by a human and a ogryn.
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>>2741671
> they walk up to the office trying to get to talk to him
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>>2741675
"Hey, stop right there Quas."

"Yeah, not nobody not no how get to see boss."
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Rolled 56 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2741677
its really important i have to speak with him directly

> he tries to bluff his way into the office
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>>2741680
"Y'okay."

>They let you through. The boss is a portly man smoking a cigar and sorting his various fiat currencies, which included lho-sticks and ration bars.

"Whaddya want? Do ya gotsa appointment?"
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>The survivors are stripped of their clothes, their heads are shaved, and they are only fed once a day.
>they are whipped, beaten with sticks and rods.
>As they run drills all around what once was their home they are whipped.
>If anyone even looks like they step out of line they are tied to a post and whipped for hours and hours. If they pass out from the pain, they are woken up and whipped more for showing such weakness.
>Some are giving in to their misery, just accepting that this is their life now.
>others have a bitterness growing in them. A bitterness against their old gods, against the village chief, against themselves for being to weak to defend themselves. And it is these people who will become champions of Khorne one day.
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Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>2741661
>Jay talk Brunhilde through whatever dish(es) she wants to prepare.
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Rolled 21 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2741685
hello i want to talk to you about something

> he straightens out his back

about your position in the world

> stares at him

no need to call the guards i will not hurt you i am but a simple messenger (roll for performance)
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>>2741661
>>2741695

Brunhilde would, despite Jays poor instructions seem to make a wonderful feast of food for one person, cooked and seasoned very well. It wasn't perfect, but it was extremely well prepared and cooked, especially considering how little she knew of cooking beforehand. Happy with her work, she would say "Thanm you Jay, and thank you Ima! I'm sure they will enjoy this." Before taking the food to Catalina for her to enjoy. Hopefully she would stuff herself until nothing was left just because of how good it was.
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>>2741712
“Ha! My place in the world? Kid, I’m sitting pretty on top of the third largest organization in the city. Buzz off before the big boy comes at you.”
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>>2741717

Once Brunhilde arrived at Seven's room, the place Catalina barricaded herself in, she would say "Mistress? The food is done! I had to make it myself but I had some help and was determined to make your food taste good so I think it turned out quite well for my first time cooking. I hope I didn't take too long though, you must be starving after all." She was excited about how much she would enjoy her food, but was also nervous that she might only just eat some of it and leave the rest alone. Still only time would tell what Catalina would do.
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>>2741889
>The door quickly shoots open and she pulls the food in, slamming it shut

“Thank yoo!”

>You can hear her eating quickly the food

“Mmm! This is so good! You’re a good cook Bruny! Syo good!”

>She belches and then is silent for some time

“Thank you for that Bruny. Egh, got some in our teef.”
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Rolled 68 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>2741818
The world is changing and I am giving you a once in a lifetime opportunity to make a choice on where you want to stand in the end

Right now an army is approaching this city I am giving you the opportunity to Ally with them thus making you one of the most powerful men in the new order here think of it instead of the third largest

The only
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>>2741906
“A fucking army! What’re you talking about boy! Why the fuck would the IGs be coming down on here! We meet the tithes already! The arbitea oversee us!”
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>>2741897

Brunhilde waited quietly as she heard her eating, and felt joy at Catalina loving her cooking. Once Catalina seemed to be done, Brunhilde would say "I'm glad you enjoyed it mistress. Would you like me to get or make you anything else? I can take care of the dishes if you would like as well, after all you shouldn't waste time with cleaning them when you have someone else to do it for you." Maybe sooner or later she would let her in and maybe do something fun, or just talk, or just look at each other...that would be nice...
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>>2741917
>Faint giggling in the distance.
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>>2741921
“Hmm... Hmm... hokay, there are two things we want. Noh, three. Firstly, could you either bring us some cloth and sewing stuff, or else make some new clothes for us? We like the things master gave us, but we also want things that are not just bloo robes. Second, could you bring us a book? We finished the one master gave us and we want more. Third um... we would like you to act more like a cat. We think it would just be so cute and amazing.”

>...

“Oh, and could you bring us from floss?”
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>>2741917
Oh you

Let's say the partisans have acquired new friends and resource

And they would be interested in a profitable arrangement
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>>2741940
“Wat the feth are you taking about, and who the feth are you!?”
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>>2741935

Brunhilde listened to what Catalina had to say and made a mental note of it before saying "Okay, I'll try and find you some better clothing or at least some cloth, floss, and I'll try to act more cat like. Meow, what kind of book or books would you perrfer, or would anything mew you haven't read before do fine?" She would ask. While she waited for the response she thought where she could get floss, along with if she could recall anyone who knew a thing or two about tailoring. She knew where she could find books in a pinch, but hoped that she could find others elsewhere so she didn't have to take from Jaan's stock.
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>>2741962
"Anything will do Bruny."
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>>2741952
There is a couple thousands of well trained warriors approaching but I don't think you would trust me Jaan Maide

So will you fight with or against this force?

> he smiles
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>2741966

"Okay mistress. I will make sure meot to disappoint you." She would say before running off looking for everything she needed. Especially the floss as she had no clue where she would find that. Still she would try anyway. If she found the other things she was looking for in good condition and of good quality she would take it so she could bring it to her new mistress.
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>>2741974
"You're full of shit! Get outta here! Get outta here! I don't want to see your lying' face in here!"
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>the main force has now pulled up to the city and are set in up in atack positions preparing to atack as soon as the signal comes down from Alpharius.
All groop leaders or specialists can report to Russy for a tactics meating
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Rolled 13, 5 = 18 (2d20)

>>2741987
OK don't say I didn't warn you

> taps his com bead

Move into position

> he leap at the boss aiming to bite him (first roll) the men outside have drawn their blades and attempt to subdue the guards without raising the alarm
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>>2742018
As the regiment is set up in their attack positions, in the distance approx a couple hundred meters to the west a vague sound of vomiting can be heard, then what sounds like a "FUCK, DIE YOU PATHETI- *diseased coughing followed by another round of violent regurgitation* FUCK."

A masked figure leading a group of about 10 men steps into the field of view of the rest of the soldiers.

"GREETINGS FELLOW BRETHREN!" "I AM A BLESSING AND BOON FROM OUR GREAT FATHER NURGLE!" "I HAVE BEEN SENT UNTO ALL OF YOU TO HELP YOU REACH SAAAAAALLLLVAAATION!"

The figures behind this obnoxious and shouting figure all repeat the word "salvation" after him in unison.
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>>2742047
>a couple of auger mechatendrites look at him.
Another one fantastic
You are not alowed to tusch any vehicle especially Russy flower of the pox father. And can you stay a bit back as I don't want you slime on my things.
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>>2742027
"Ahh! Get the fuck off me! Guards! G-"

>He becomes paralyzed by the venom.

>Meanwhile, his guards... are not taken out by Jaan's men, but instead by the wall being blown up.

>Alpharius's voice crackles in over the com bead
"Change of plans, we are beginning the assault on the gate. Get in."

>The valkyrie gets level with the hole in the wall
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Rolled 18, 18 = 36 (2d20)

>>2742060
>Alpharius picks up the infiltrators and brings them to the gate.

"Cogran, begin the assaulting."

>The gate that the regiment is attacking is flanked by two guard towers sporting heavy bolters. On the ground below are a group of arbites that have dug in in front of the gate, as well as a hellhound tank.

>Alpharius fires the valkyrie's weapons at the left tower. First roll.

>The regimental forces fire at the arbites dug in in front of the gate. Second roll,
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>>2741982

After finding some floss which took a bit longer than she was hoping she would go to Jaans room and look at the books he had and read the titles and what they where about. She would take two books, one a romance the other a adventure. Then, she would look around for any spare clothing and cloth, taking what she could. Once she had such things, she would head back to where Catalina was and say "Sorry for taking so long mistress, but I managed to get everything you wanted from me. I hope its all up to your expectations, mrow."
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>>2742060
> Jaan and his men jump into the Valkyrie

Lord Alpharius I am most sorry that we were unable to acquire local support
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2742074
Ok we have a change of plans and as much as I hate to say it that plan will be just running in without a plan so let's get going as the comander just told us to charge.
>jumps into Russy and fires her main gun at the other tower.
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2742074
Deploying fire
>O7 fires off a volley from his melta gun into the arbiters below
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Rolled 6, 13 = 19 (2d20)

>>2742074
> Jaan jumps out of the transport flying to the other tower attacking the weapons crew when he lands using his fangs and his swor meanwhile his men are giving him covering fire from the transport
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Rolled 59 (1d100)

>Jay lays back in her bed, Teeson held gently in her arms. A sleepy cuddle while she attempts to teach him how to sing. The camp is relatively quiet at the moment, but some things are best done without distracting noise.
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Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2742074
>Pyrrhus would be grumbling to himself about a useless mission were it not for him finally getting to rain explosive fury on those below, all while laughing like a maniac. He primarily aims for areas where enemies clutter.
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2742074
>The left tower is obliterated in a hail of missiles and heavy bolters, while the arbites line is decimated by the combined small and large arms fire from the regiment.

>>2742081
>Russy destorys one of the tower's struts, but it does not fall yet

>>2742088
>Damn, slightly out of range

>>2742089
>Jaan is able to tackle the man off the guard tower as the structure collapses.

>>2742140
>The last of the arbites lie dead.

>However, the hellhound still lives, and it fires its flamer towards the regiment
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>>2742146
>About 6 men die to the flamer
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Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2742146
>Ordering her heavy bolter and other men to begin firing, directing their aim
>>
seeing the approaching Hellhound I beseech papa Nurgle to fuck that shit up with aids.

dice+1d100+10
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Rolled 61 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

im challenged mentally
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2742146
>Russy fires at the helhound
Good Job Russy
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Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2742146
>Gorthon charges the Hellhound, jumping ontop of it and climbing inside to begin slashing at the crew

YOUR BLOOD FUELS ME!
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2742168
>>2742539
>>2742180
>The Hellhound's armor is corroded by plague, shot full of holes, and finally, a raging beast pulls off its top and slaughters the crew.

>The initial fate guards are dead; you must fell the gate before reinforcements can arrive and gather inside.

>Alpharius shoots rockets at the gate.
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Rolled 14, 20, 11 = 45 (3d20)

>>2743151
>The Gate is knocked down by the force of the explosion, showing a force of arbites that have gathered behind in.

>Two squads of them behind hastily put up cover, and two rhinos charging down the street towards the gate. One of the squads raises its shields and charges the regiment.
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2743151
>Salfrin begins driving at the guards with the recently stolen truck
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Rolled 19 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2743192
>In a particularly lucid moment during his insane destruction spree, Pyrrhus recognizes the Rhinos as the bigger threat and shifts his aim onto them, peppering with as many explosives as he can load into his gun, even Sort getting in on the action and occasionally throwing an explosive by himself.
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Rolled 12, 4 = 16 (2d20)

>>2743192
> the partisans have landed behind the wall and start to shoot the arbiters from the back Jaan joining them
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Rolled 11 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>The slayers, now in the number of 34 or so charge out the back of their transports eager to kill the arbitites and guardsmen who think they can stop them
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Rolled 4 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2743567
>joining his blood thirsty comrades, Sparax leaps into the fray, chainaxe roaring
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Rolled 2 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2743567
>At his friend and commanders side he rushes into battle
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Rolled 31 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>atop his throne, being moved into battle
LETS FUCK EM UP SON
>he casts smite at the defenders
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2743582
>Rushing through the gate, autoguns blazing. The leader of the poxkin attempts to dispatch orders through his gas mask
Mhhrrphgrhh!! hrrmpghh!!
>cough
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2743582
>Is it some sort of flood? a swarm of insects??
>No! its the nurgling tide flooding into the gates!
Weeeeeee :D
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Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2743192
>Russy shoots at the Rinos with her main gun
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Rolled 9, 16, 16, 6, 14, 5 = 66 (6d20)

>>2743287
>The vehicle becomes stuck on some rubble, unfortunately. Damn thing, despite its treads it is NOT all terrain. However, the arbites seem to think you’re hrs a bad driver and don’t shoot at you yet.

>>2743330
>The swarm of grenades fly over the rhino and detonate at near perfect positions. The Rhino is crippled and stops moving, becoming a bunker for the enemy inside. One lobs a grenade out the hatch at Pyrrhus. First roll.

>>2743439
>The Slaaneshi attack manages to down a few arbites, but the rest are protected by riot shields as the press forward and swing their mauls with killing force! Second roll.

>>2743567
>These are arbites, masters of crowd control and beating the SHIT out of rowdy gentlemen. They are still surprised by the sheer fereocity of the slayers however, and a few fall, however the return attacks with mauls, close shotguns, and gas grenades to disperse. Third roll.

>>2743577
>Sparax’s chainaxe is met with a sturdy riot shield before he is swatted at with a maul. Use same roll as for Slayers.

>>2743580
>Same as for Sparax.

>>2743582
>The smite is weak, and only kills a single man. A shotgun is fired at the king-like mound of rot and pus. Fourth roll.

>>2743588
>The pox kin charge straight into the dozer blades on the front of the transports. A few are even impaled. The man with the pintle gun fires his stormbloter at the pox kin. Fifth roll, +1 to hit.

>>2743591
>The nurglings join the melee. It is unclear if they are doing much damage.

>>2743742
>The crippled rhino is finished off with a magnificent explosion, utterly obliterating it and everything around it.

>The entrenched Arbites, those that are not taking part in the melee, dig in and fire autoguns at the regiment. Sixth roll.
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>>2742077
>She takes the things

“Hmm... this is all good. Very good things you have brought us Brunny. You have done a good job.”
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>>2744344

Brunhilde was happy she did well and seemed to please her love and new mistress. Naturally, wanting to make her happier, she would ask "Would you like anything else? I'll do anything I possibly can that you desire, mistress. Meow before you say anything else, I don't want any breaks, okay? Working for you is my mew break after all."
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>>2744374
"Hmm... we chant think of anything at the moment. Is there anything you would LIKE to do for us?"
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>>2744415

Brunhilde would think for a bit before saying "I could read one or both of the two books I got for you too you, give you a massage or really anything that is pleasurable and relaxing so long as your fine with it, and maybe try helping you look your best to the best of my ability. Any of those things sound meice mistress?"
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>>2744424
"Hmm... yes, we have decided. You will give us a massage."

>Catalina opens the door

"Come on in. Tell us Brunhilde, hwat would you like us to call you? Would you like your name? Something else?"
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Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>2744434

Brunhilde seemed very happy when Catalina opened the door for her, and seemed quite happy she would be able to give her a massage. She was a bit worried as she didn't ever give anyone a massage before, but she knew to some extent how it was done. She would walk in and say "Anything you wish, my mistress. Be it my original name or something you desire. Either way, if you wish me to change to some other place, or if I'm simply doing a bad job, let me know. I want you to be as comfortable and relaxed as possible. I will start with the upper back however, unless you would wish somewhere else." She would then move behind her and start massaging her, trying to please her to the best of her ability.
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>>2744471
"Mmm... you're pretty good. But we did not ask what you would allow us to call you, we asked what you wanted to be called."
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>>2744512

Brunhilde was happy how Catalina was enjoying her massage, though she would giggle a bit at what Catalina had to say, responding by saying "That's what I meant! Call me whatever you desire the most, be it Brunhilde, Brunny, Slave, or anything else you can think up, I am yours after all."
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>>2744548
"So... you are ours? Completely and utterly? You hwill follow us over all others?"
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>>2744598

"Yes, my mistress, so long as it truly pleases you. I want to always be by your side so I can always please you, but I know I can't until you are free and Jaan gives me to you, at least to some extent."
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>>2744628
>Catalina smiles and hugs Brunhilde.

"We accept your subservience forever and always."

>She looks Brunhilde's face over

"Hmm... we really do need to come up with a new name for you. This new path in your life deserves it. Anyways, if it is to make you happy, we will ask for emancipation so that we can keep you ourselves!"
>>
>>2744669

Brunhilde hugs Catalina back, when she spoke and accepted her, she had an intense feeling of euphoria. She felt like this was the best day in her whole life and it clearly showed seeing how she was smiling so much and even crying tears of joy. "I'm sure you will come up with something great! I'll ask Jaan to be free as well if you succeed in getting free, or get him to transfer me from his ownership to yours. I'm so glad you accept my servitude, even though I mewver would deserve you as my mistress." She would say, clearly sounding joyous and hugging Catalina a little bit tighter.
>>
Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2744253
>some auto gun bullets hit Russy
Russy DESTROY THEM FOR THEIR INSOLENCE
>Russy fires at the arbites
>>
Rolled 14, 3 = 17 (2d20)

>>2744253
> they are hit hard by the charge one of the partisans falling another one breaking his leg

> the remaning 3 and Jaan draw their blades and retaliate against the arbites
>>
Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2744253
>He continues slowly driving at a watchtower or something like that
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Rolled 19 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2744253
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

>Gorthon charges at the remaining arbites with his power-sword
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Rolled 14 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2744253
>After stopping for a particularly loud laugh upon seeing the glorious detonations on the Rhino, Pyrrhus immediately dashes off towards the Arbites, leaving the grenade behind and Sort struggling to follow along, both of them lobbing explosives at the remaining Arbites.
>>
Rolled 12, 15, 18 = 45 (3d20)

>>2745154
>Russy’s cannon obliterates the shied wall the arbites were crouched behind, sending the ranged squad flying in all directions.

>>2745158
>The partisans mill and slice, cutting down many arbites. Those that cannot be cut down fight back however. First roll on Partisans and Jaan.

>>2745190
>Slafrin rams the still intact Rhino and jars it slightly. It turns its pintle gun towards the truck’s cockpit and fires. Second roll.

>>2745550
>There is a sheer force of the beastman’s charge that is simply overwhelming. Arbites are scattered and impaled as Gorthon is showered in their blood.

>>2745604
>The explosives are just enough to finish off the last of the arbites in melee.

>The arbites in the still intact rhino pile out and fire autoguns at Gorthon, Pyrrhus, and miscellaneous targets. Third roll.
>>
Rolled 4 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2746178
>Gorthon is hit with bullets into his torso, sending him kneeling to the ground. However, the force of sheer anger keeps him from slumping over to the ground.

BULLETS CANNOT STOP ME! I AM GORTHON! I AM YOUR COMING DEATH!

>Gorthon in a fit of rage charges at the remaining arbites, cleaving through them with his power-sword.
>>
Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d20)

>>2746178
> they are pushed back under the onslaught but continue fighting, raptor legs losing his sword instead tries to run back slightly Before trying to jump on top of the enemy
>>
>>2744751
"Yep."
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>>2747264

After a bit more hugging, Brunhilde would let go before, still sounding very cheerful, asking "Do you need me at all to help with any preparations? Or wish for me to fetch you something, like a drink for example? Are you comfortable? I meewd you to be as comfortable and happy as possible, my mistress. After all, I wouldn't be a very good slave if you weren't, right?"
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>>2747266
"Hmm... yes... but she... but you... Brunhilde, tell us what god do you follow?"
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>>2747269

"Hmm? Well, Jaan told me about Slaanesh, and I think that choosing them is a wise choice, after all, they ask only that you have a pleasant and pleasurable life. If anything, I think you are a living part of them, even simply being near you fills me with joy, let alone being able to do things for you. You make me feel so happy, and can't anything enjoyable be considered pleasure? You are the greatest blessing I could ever be given, and I hope I can make myself the greatest blessing that you will ever receive."
>>
Rolled 12 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2746178
>In a moment vaguely reminiscent to when the ganger shot Pyrrhus right in the chest, he gets hit by most of the bullets, getting thrown to the ground but rolling backwards to his feet. His wounds are bleeding again, but he cares not, and simply shifts fire towards the Rhino, very much intending to finish what he started.
>>
Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2746178
>Kanik, being late to the fight, charges whichever group of arbites seem to be causing the most problems.
>He more or less just hurls himself into combat with little regard for his own safety, swinging his eviscerator in a wild manner yet still seeming to target stronger individuals.
>>
Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2746178
Now shoot the other one
>Russy once agein tries to fire at the remaining Rino. Cogran hoping she won't miss be much that she hits the remains of the first Rino like last time
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2746178
>Pint gun fires straight at the cockpit and follows Salfrin until he escapes behind the Rhino, with several bullet wounds
>He throws a krak grenade on the upper part of the Rhino
>>
Rolled 9, 11, 3 = 23 (3d20)

>>2746526
>Gorthon's charge is slowed by the piles of the dead. giving the arbirtes plenty of time to open fire upon the beastman. First roll.

>>2747254
>With the arbites in melee dead, all that is left to charge the remaining set. However, the partisans have the same trouble as the beastman in getting through the dead, giving the storm-bolter on the rhino a good opportunity to open fire on them and Jaan. Second roll.

>>2747281
>Pyrrhus's grenades fall around the rhino's base, detonating and doing some slight damage to the APC.

>>2747282
>Kanik leaps into the last line of arbites present to rip and tear. However, he only really gets to the "rip" part, landing minor wounds upon his targets before one swings back, electro maul crackling. Third roll.

>>2747358
>The shell hits the rhino and punches right through the armor. There is A sputtering sound as the rhino dies.
>>
Rolled 13 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2747536
>Kanik watched as the electro maul sailed past him, feeling his rage be replaced by disappointment for a moment.
>The disappointment barely lasted half a second though, Kanik falling back into a rage, trying to tear right through their line as he shouted at the arbite who failed to hit

"How shitty does your footwork and aim have to be to miss me? Honestly, it's barely fucking worth it to keep going after that!"
>>
Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2747536
>Salfrin charges at the nearest persons throat with his dagger
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2747536
Now the ground troops seem to have some problems in melee. Shal we show them that you are truly an all-purpose tank.
>Cogran puts Russy on full speed intending to ram the arbites lines
>Russy fires her spontoon guns at the arbites
>>
Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2747640
(Russys Rool)
>>
Rolled 7, 1 = 8 (2d20)

>>2747536
> they move up towards the remaining arbiters with their blades attacking them
>>
Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2747536
>he unloads a few volleys from his melta gun into the enemies
>>
>>2747570
>Kanik's target now no longer has a head.

>>2747631
"GRK!"

>A knife in a threat is a good way to end a conversation that isn't going wel

>>2747640
>Many a carapace armored man and woman are impaled upon Russy's wicked dozer blades. The machine spirit within giggles madly as its showered in their blood.

>>2747658
>>2747667
>The last of the partisans' and O7's attacks miss on the merit the remaining arbites are fleeing like absolute cowards.

>THE BATTLE IS YOURS! VICTORY FOR CHAOS!

>Alpharius hovers his valkyrie over the regiment and speaks through its laud hailer

"You have done admirably my men and women. The main defense force is lost; the only possible remaining resistance are these petty gangs that barely cling to life! They will fall into line on their own; for now, pillage and plunder to your heart's content! You have 3 hours to do so until we rendezvous at the square! Reap the rewards of your labors!"

>The valkyrie flies off across the city
>>
>>2747704
>O7 leads his Tzeenchians through the gate, the first forces through

Obtain as much tactical information as possible, then burn as much as you can to deny the others plunder.
Take as much valuable wargear as you can hold, I care not for if you need it.

Go now. You two come with me. Time to deface a cathedral.
>>
Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>2747713
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2747713
>Cogran goes in with his servitor and starts looting as much technology as he can
>>
>>2747721
>O7 and his cohorts find the city's cathedral. It's... rather disappointing. It appears to already have been defiled with gang signs and neglect.
>>
Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2747725
>Cogran finds the entrance to a mineshaft. Industrial Vehicles, mining servitors galore! And an adeptus mechanicus station to boot! Well, it would be better if the tech adept inside didn't immediately start shooting a lasgun at you
>>
Rolled 42, 95 = 137 (2d100)

>>2747704
go men take what you deserve i will do the prince work

> he flies into the air looking for religious buildings or other such places to do actions to please the prince(first roll) as the partisans move out looting and enslaving the locals (second roll)
>>
Rolled 43 + 20 (1d60 + 20)

>>2747733
>Jaan finds the cathedral that O7 is already looking at, while the partisans charge into civilian hab-blocks, demanding subservience, killing those that fight back. ROLL slaves are taken
>>
>>2747726
Deface the temple, bring as many slaves here as possible.
Prepare the rites.
>>
Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>2747741
> he enters looking for a priest or other religious authority
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>>2747744
Get out Jaan. Go bother someone else’s spoils.
>he overlooks the balcony as slaves are dragged into a blue ring painted in chalk in the middle of the cathedral
>>
>>2747744
>You find some small Imperial Shrines, and also some... other shrines. They aren't to the chaos gods at all. You don't recognize the markings. Kind of like a curled up lizard or something
>>
Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>2747753
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>>2747760
>The Tzeentchian cultists rampage wildly through has blocks, taking away men, women, and children before they even know what's going on, chaining them in silver and dulling their senses with wild words, before they bring them back to the cathedral
>>
>>2747730
Lay down you weapon and join me in service of the true omnissiha and further the quest for knowledge.
>points lass pistol at him
>his servo arm holding his plasma gun also pointing at where the tech adept shot from
Or die a servant of a lie
>>
>>2747759
> he enters one of the shines that looks occupied
>>
Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2747765
"CORRUPTER OF MECHANICAL PURITY! FOR MARS!"

>He fires his lasgun again

>>2747759
>You find some women, children, and elderly praying to a shrine of the Emperor
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>>2747775
hello

> he walks in smiling his wings spread out behind him

now who is the priest
>>
>>2747779
"W-we don't have a priest here! This is a desolate place, far from our lord's light! T-that's why so many have j-joined that cult!"
>>
>>2747704
>Kanik just looted a full set of arbite armour that was more or less intact and seemed like it would fit, getting straight to covering it in the blood of the fallen and carving marks of Khorne.
>Once he was done with that he of course put it on, now looking more like a heretic arbite rather than a guardsman.
>Now that, that was all done, he just started hacking at the corpses around him, unable to think of much else to do while he waited.
>>
Rolled 35 + 20 (1d60 + 20)

>>2747763
>O7 got ROLL slaves
>>
>>2747704
Wonderful, I'm claiming the TV
>>
>>2747793
>Slafrin finds a tv
>>
Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>2747798
>Salfrin places TV on his temporary, bit shot up truck and looks around for other loot
>>
Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2747775
>the lass bolt hits one of his mechatendrites splitting it
>Cogran fires back at the tech adept with his plasma gun.
THE LIES OF YOUR EMPAROR MUST STOP HERETIC THE OMNISSIHA IS ON MY SIDE.
>>
>>2747784
oh so you are following a broken corpse who have abandoned you to die?

> he starts to walk around the shrine spending extra time around the children

is that what a god is supposed to do?
>>
Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2747814
"THE EMPEROR AND THE OMNISSIAH ARE ONE IN THE SAME!"

>SHOOT

>>2747818
"We are abandoned because we or our fathers betrayed him and sinned, sending us to this place. Leave our children alone you monster!"
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Rolled 17 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2747814
>the shot misses him entirely
NO THE EMPAROR IS A LIER THAT ONLY WHANT TO USE THE MECHANICUS IN HIS CRUSADES. WHAT THE IMPERIUM DONE FOR MARS.
>Shoot plasma gun at the tach adept.
NOTHING!
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>>2747824
am i a monster?

> he looks at the one talking

i am not here for you children i am here for the most beautiful and gracious Prince

and your fathers did not betray him he wronged them you should not be in a place like this you should be free

> he show his fangs while smiling
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>>2747850
"MONSTER! FOUL HERETICAL MONSTER!"

>One of the civilians pulls a stub gun and fires it at Jaan

>>2747842
>The Adept's head is vaporized
>>
>>2747850
>Cloaked figure slowly approaches him
I have to say, maybe actions will speak louder than words to them
>>
Rolled 7 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>2747872
>forgot roll
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>>2747872
> the shoot fails to penetrate

> he leaps at the one who shoot him biting

oh you want it the fun way

> fade to blank...
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>>2747792
>after assembling a majority of the recently acquired slaves in a circle, he divides them into nine groups, at nine even points in the circle.

>he has another tzeenchian read the occultist scripture, and then goes about sacrificing each and every one of the 45 as his orator chants
>the other 10 are put somewhere else
>>
Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2747704
>Pyrrhus cheers along with everyone else and immediately sets upon the city, Sort following along, the weight of his satchel now reduced.

"You know, I've been thinking. Why should the two of us be the only ones to understand the glory of a good explosion? I want to see if I can find us some...Disciples."

>Sort nods along. He hasn't quite gained the near worshipful view on explosives Pyrrhus has, but he has gained an appreciation for them. Regardless, the two explore the city, seeking any explosives, things that create explosions and most importantly, gangs.
>>
Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>2747907
>The blood of the slaves is not spilled at all, as each sacrifice bursts into screaming iridescent fire.

>Tzeentch seems pleased... pleased enough to bestow a gift upon Operator 7!
>>
>>2747931
>Operator 7's face twists and changes under his mask! Becoming a constantly changing swirl of facial features(though this will never affect his ability to make use of them)! A suitable resemblance to the god of change!

>Additionally, a power enters O7's eyes, and the world splits; one the dull and normal world, the other the chaotic swirl beyond the empyrean, where O7 can see daemons watching his sacrifice, lapping up the soul stuff left behind after the sacrificed souls were taken away to Tzeentch!
>>
>>2747872
That is the wrath of the omnissiha you heretic.
>Cogran goes into the building for “Reclaiming” machines and other tech
>>
>>2747944
Hey Cogran, got a new truck for mining operations
>Salfrin yells from a treaded truck
Needs an engine fixed though
>>
>>2747944
>A door opens suddenly as an (until now) hidden Enginseer jumps out of it, aiming an Arc Pistol right at Cogran.

"Lower your weapon, heretic!"
>>
>>2747972
I am no heretic I am a servant of the true omnissiha. Not the lire on tera that restricts our knowledge. for the true Omnissiha would never limit the potential of his subjects he would empower them give them strength knowledge and the capacity to understand this.
>>
>>2747903
> he leaves the shrine the inside now covered in blood and marks to slaanesh all the people in there having died bodies marked by the prince
>>
>>2748015
> he flies to his men
>>
>>2747939
>taking the remaining slaves to the square, O7 meets up with the rest of his men to inspect their progress
>>
>>2748028
>The partisans have rounded up the slaves and stripped them of their possession. Already the partisans are torturing and doing other foul things to some of them. However, Jaan notices that three men(well, 2 men and one that now defied gender identity) are missing.

>>2748035
>The Tzeentchians have gathered many slaves and supplies, and also have tagged many buildings with marks of tzeentch. Already some streets look more slanted, some curves more wild. Though you notice you have a man missing.
>>
>>2748046
everyone three of us are missing do anyone know of thier location
>>
>>2748049
"Uhh... Kylos, Karl, and Ishtar? Don't rightly know my lord. They went into the same hab-blocks as the rest of us, though I think I know which one they didn't come out of."
>>
>>2748046
Where the hell is Kyroeul?
He was here at the start of this.
>>
>>2748054
ok we are going to investigate that building then we don’t want to lose anyone now do we

> he heads to the hab block
>>
>>2748056
>One of the cultists strokes his chin thoughtfully with his shoulder tentacles.

"Hmm... I believe we lost him somewhere in Block B-31 sir. He's not dead, I think."
>>
>>2748058
>The hab block is nice and tidy, save for the blood stains on the walls

"Uh... my lord? There were... there were a few dead bodies in here when we left this place."
>>
Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>2748065
we enter we leave no one behind unless we have no other choice

> they enter the hab block and starts to look for them
>>
>>2748074
>You find.... Karl and Ishtar, looking a bit disheveled and confused

"My lord! Sorry, we got distracted! Didn't know it was time to meet up!"
>>
>>2748060
Sigh. Allright, you stay here and guard the spoils until those I sent to burn anything we can’t keep come back, then reinforce me in block B-31.
>he sets off, annoyed
>>
>You wake up with a gasp, body wracked in cold sweat. Having dreams about the warp and the ruinous powers gives you a sense of purpose, as if you must seek out a beast that needs to be tamed or manipulated.

>As you sit up in your bed, you check the nearby nightstand and find your dataslate. Calling a few idle servitors in the room to activate, they begin their morning routines such as updating the feed and news going to your dataslate, cleaning/prepping your armor, maintaining your Laspistols, sharpening your blade, and droning on with a old terran tune... something that reminds you of the old wild west saloons and those "pianos" your mother used to read you in those fairy tails as a child.

You access the Net on your dataslate for any new bounties popping up within the city, as there's always money to be had with escaped slaves and criminals. But you don't see anything new besides an emergency message sent to anyone important enough to get it.

>It reads: "Please begin evacuation of your homes and head to the nearest shelters and checkpoints for entry. This is NOT a drill, the city is under siege. Local PDF forces and militias have already been deployed by the front gate and around the city. May you all stay safe until the enemy is vanquished!"

> A final text with the Imperial Aquila perched above it in an annoyingly large font reads "THE EMPEROR PROTECTS'".

>With a tsk, you try updating the list of bounties in the area, then to your surprise, you find freeze frames from various security servitors in the area filled with all sorts of daemons and traitors with a determined look on their faces. They appear to be looking for something.

>Scrolling down some more, you find an exorbitant amount of bounties placed on the heads of several unique daemons and traitors who appear to lead these forces.

>With a smile, you tell the servitors to bring your armor and weapons to your bed, with a hot cup of recaff prepares on the double!

>You stand up on the side of the bed, bones cracking here and there as you stretch your limbs, and you walk over to the window leading out to the overview of the city you're living in. You see several distant explosions and gunfire.

> With a new rush of fervor, you realise where your next destination and contract awaits....
>>
>>2748099
>O7 and his two companions descend into the hab block. It is dark inside; power appears to have been cut, and little natural light makes its way in...

>Roll a 1d100
>>
Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>2748122
>>
Rolled 41 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>Cogran tries to take control of the city's security systems to get a beter understanding of the situation. And the location of valuable loot
>>
Rolled 16, 19, 18 + 2 = 55 (3d20 + 2)

>>2748125
>You are unable to notice as 3 shadowy beings ready shotguns and fire at you and your two friends. First on O7, other two on his allies. +2 to each roll
>>
>>2748141
>Cogran takes control of the systems in the one mine he is at
>>
>>2748143
>as both his allies get instantly gunned down around him and he takes a serious wound to the chest, he immediately leaves the room and drops a mine at the entrance
>>
Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2748159
"Come out come out little man, we're not going to hurt you! Hehehehehehe!"

>Whatever is out there in the darkness lobs a grenade through the doorway
>>
Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>2748146
>using the security systems Cogran tries to find anything of note stored in the reach of the systems he has control over
>>
Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2748162
>he grabs it as it flies out and chucks it back in
>>
Rolled 8 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2748162
>>2748170

"Why hello there."
>Firing a plasma blast through the doorway

>Her squad is setting up a heavy bolter deeper into the building
>>
>>2748233
You took your time.
What caused the delay?
I expected you here twenty seconds ago
>>
>>2748237
"Someone stuffed my mens backpacks with broken machinery."
"For, some reason.."
>She sighs
"Hopefully that killed whatever it hit, otherwise i just pissed off what sounds to be a very large threat."
>>
>>2748244
Almost certainly still alive.
>>
Rolled 19, 3 = 22 (2d20)

>>2748170
>>2748233
>The creautre in the dark screeches as its grenade is thrown back and the plasma shot sails into the shadows

"BROTHER!"

>There is a screeching growl, followed by a gout of flame towards O7 and Delilah, first roll. A shotgun shoots towards Delilah. Second roll.
>>
Rolled 2 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2748472
>Delilah dives out of the way of the shotgun blast
>Right into the flamethrower
>She stops, drops, and rolls for the rest of her turn
"OPEN FIRE WITH THAT HEAVY BOLTER!"
>Screaming because fire
>>
Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2748472
>on fire, with his armor heating and scorching his flesh, he decided to make a tactical decision and slide under the rest of the gout of flame, tackling the man to the ground and beating him down
>>
Rolled 20, 3 = 23 (2d20)

>>2748479
"We do not yet have it ready yet ma'am!"

>A shotgun blast is fired at Delilah. First roll.

>>2748491
>Whatever O7 tackles, it is solid as a rock, and refuses to budge. It growls and attempts to duplex O7. Second roll.
>>
Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2748508
>he unpins a grenade, shoved it down its mouth and backflips away dramatically
>>
Rolled 18 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2748508
>A hail of buckshot embeds in Delilah's torso as she stands up after putting the fire out, immediately getting knocked on her ass for another round
"F-fire now s-shitstains!"
>>
>>2748513
"GORF!"
>The grenade detonates, and so does its head

>>2748514
>Body full of lead and with second degree burns, Delilah still orders her men admirably, the bolter rounds ripping through the final creature in the darkened has-block
>>
>>2748545
>Head falls to floor
"M-medic!"
>Groaning in pain from the burns and buckshot
>>
>>2748560
>having rolled around on the floor himself, he puts out his flames and starts popping off pieces of his superheated armour

Call two.
>>
Rolled 94 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2748560
>The Slaaneshi doctor/cook skips in

"Hey there party people! Let's see who we can pump full of morphine!"

>She attempts medicine
>>
>>2748650
>Spotting her
"Wai-"
>Is filled with Morphine
>Is knocked out from the amount of painkillers
>Is healed back to her usual standard of health.
>>
>>2748650
Tzeench fucking damnitghnm...
>>
>>2748679
>>2748686
>You both wake up later in a medical tent, feeling REALLY GOOD. Also, your skin seems to have had moisturizer applied
>>
>>2748728
>>2748686
"I feel very smooth, and violated."
"I don't like it."
>>
>>2748728
Maria.
What did you drug me with?
>>
>>2748163
>Cogran finds that there is a large collection of adamantium tipped drills in a storeroom near his position.
>>
>>2748757
"Morphine to dull the pain, a variant of polymorphine drug used by assassins to heal some of the damage done to your skin in a timely matter, tender love and care."

>She shoots him a look

"I'm a professional you know. I wasn't going to shoot a patient up with the party stuff. Though I do have it if you want some. Come over to the party god~."

>She laughs.

"Anyways, you should be up and about fairly soon. Delilah's going to take a bit longer."
>>
>>2748805
>he drags himself to his feet and starts requipping his armour.

I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it, but if I get any hedonistic cravings it’s on your head.

Who is Delilah anyway?
I don’t remember her.
>>
>>2748815
"The woman who rescued you from certain death. She commanded the heavy bolter team? Has a bit more lead in her than you have?"
>>
>>2748846
I still had 34.8% survival chance.

But that’s not what I mean. That’s the first time I remember seeing her. Who is she as an actual individual?
I have absolutely no memory of her existing prior.
>>
>>2748856
"My guess? Alpharius's daughter or something. The boss treats her special."
>>
>>2748893
Special?
How so?
>>
>>2748905
>She shrugs
"Pulls her aside for chats, spends time alone with her; that sort of thing. Also, I'm fairly sure people who try to corrupt her are getting threatened."
>>
>>2748911
Now that’s awfully suspicious.

That implies he trusts her. But he wouldn’t trust anyone.

I’ll work this out later. For now I have business to attend to. I thank you for your service.
>>
>>2747274
"Slaanesh? Why not one of the other three, my dear little slave?"
>>
>>2749161

"Well, for one, I don't really know much about the other three other then one is just about mindless slaughter and blood, one is completely disgusting and about plague, and the last one who isn't the prince is just a untrustworthy trickster. Although, one of those three isn't too terrible...just not as good as the prince from what I know. Other then that, the prince only requests you enjoy your life and live in pleasure, unlike the others who demand constant violence, disease, and backstabbing..."
>>
>>2749229
"Is... is it possible you khood teach us of Slaanesh? We... we only once knew the gods as vile theengs; we wish to see them differently."
>>
>>2748076
There were three missing in this hab block were is Endel? And remember the time in the future otherwise you will not get stimulants
>>
>>2749841
"Don't you mean Kylos m'lord? We haven't seen him, we thought he had gone along with you?"
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>>2749845
He was not at the rally point

> his face show signs of worry but they quickly disappear

Ok then find time to continue searching for him

He is losing his stimulants if we find him

> he then mumbles
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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>2749853
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>>2749857
>You find Kylos's coat. It has been ripped up, and smeared with blood
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>2749864
> Looking for trail
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>>2749875
>Jaan finds a trail of blood. It leads to a large vent in the wall. Something has sliced and bent the covering slightly in order to remove it, so it merely rests there now instead of blocking passage
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>>2749825

"Of course I could, especially for you. Though, I'm no priest in the Prince's name, I think I know enough to give you some Idea at least. I already said they want their followers to have pleasure, but they also like excess as well, which usually goes hand in hand with pleasure as gluttony and greed tend to be two things that leads to the one doing such things being very happy. They also appreciate artisans for their art and good crafts work as not only is viewing the work a good artisan can make be pleasurable but so too is the satisfaction of making a work of pure art, I believe this also expands to skill in...well...anything really, as well. Out of all the gods, I think they are best, as all they want is for you to be enjoying yourself all the time, and why wouldn't you strive to make your life and self as happy as can be? How you go about getting that happiness however, is different from person to person, of course."
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Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2749880
> he sends someone in before entering himself
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>>2749883
"Hmm... really."
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>>2749887
>They don't come out.
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>>2749892

"Yes, really! Though, enjoyment and pleasure has many forms, you definitely know of a few... I hope what knowledge I have given to you is satisfactory, mistress."
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Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2749893
> he sends in the 2 who were late promising them that if they came delivered information about what's in there they will not be having their stimulant rations withheld for a week for being late
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>>2749913
>They nod and enter the vent. They return a few minutes later, carrying a bloodied shirt sleeve

"We found him; crushed to death when the vent was collapsed at a part. Didn't find the guy you just sent in though; no damned idea where he went."
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>>2749925
Dam

Anyway a promise is a promise and that was information so you can be calm in the fact you will be keeping your stimulants

> he looks down the vent

Any volunteer for going down there and finding the one still missing will get increased stimulant rations for a month if they succeed
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>>2749930
>The general consensus is no
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>>2749935
Ok I'll just tell the tzeentchians I found some note saying there is a great library down there and they will do it for us!
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>>2749908
"It is... somewhat satisfactory. Hmm... any more you can tell me?"
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>>2749938
> he laughs at his own joke

Anyway let's get back to the others if no one wants to get Kylos rations
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>>2749945
>They follow you back to the square
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>>2749940

"I think. Uhm...would you like to know anything specific? I'm sorry for not being as knowledgeable as I should about this subject, and am deeply sorry I was only able to provide a somewhat satisfactory response."
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>>2749950
"We were hoping that you would give us something more substantial. Hmm... is there any literature you could bring us?"
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>>2749964

"I'm deeply sorry, my mistress..." Brunhilde would say looking downwards and seeming a bit sad as well, though when she continued she perked up a bit "On the prince of pleasure? Maybe, I would have to check to see if Jaan has any of that stuff, or if anyone here has it...I wish I knew more though, for your sake at the least."
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>>2749974
"Hmm... get hyorself informed, bring the knowledge to us. We are disappointed in you right now."
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2749979

Clearly upset with herself and her lack of knowledge, along with her failure, Brunhilde merely nodded. She looked as if she had a pet that just died. Still, she would wordlessly leave the room and go to Jaans to try and find anything she could on Slaanesh, after all if anyone she knew had information on the Prince, it would be him.
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>>2749991
>Jaan does not seem to have many books about Slaanesh; he was rather self taught on the hedonism and pleasures.
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Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2750001

Brunhilde would sigh, before realizing maybe someone else in the nearby quarters might just have something that she could take that had information on Slaanesh, information she would read if she found it before giving it to Catalina. Hopefully Jaan's soldiers didn't lock their doors...
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>>2749946
> he flies up into the air to be better seen and start talking to his troops

Today we lost a number of our dear brother's and they will be remembered in our hearts

But don't lament as they are now with our glorious Prince and they did not die in vain. Their sacrifice brought us victory this day!

I would like to welcome the new members of our family! You might think your new kin are monsters but soon you will understand they are here to help you free yourselves from the mental prison you are In! They will be kind and cruel in your eyes but remember it's all for your own good and they do it all out of kindness

> his voice sounds genuinely kind and understanding

Now everyone to help the new children with their learning all in defending order of rank and seniority will be choosing one to adopt and take care of after that the ones remaining unchosen will be all our communal responsibility to educate
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>>2750025
>callidus assassin disguised as a random nobody is listening to this speech, and watching in a mix of awe and horror. Her little assassin trainign did not prepare her for this at all, but she would cope and overcome for the EMPRAH.


He sure can make a speech though
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>>2750110
> He notices one of the new slaves looking at him differently from the others. She doesn't look that bad either

> he descends standing just infront of her his wings spread out behind him his serpentine face displaying curiosity and anticipation, his serpentine eyes looking straight at her face judging her. As he smiles his fangs are revealed a venom coating their length

Oh child hello

did any of my men touch you?
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>>2750025
>As you peek around the corner, back against the wall. The area seems to be covered in a bit of rubble with a dead body here and there, but you spot the prize, a serpentine looking daemon, one that certainly needs to be purged in the holiest of imperial fires, but one that seems to have an air of authority, and you deal with those types all too often.

>You see it land flawlessly and walk up to one of the better looking female captives among the crowd

>Thinking of all the payouts and rewards you could gain under the employment of something so powerful, why would you want to miss out?

>But, let's not forget the current bounty for these simple creatures, you'd be a rich man for bagging a few skulls and hearts as proof of such fine kills. I'm sure I could make that little harem of mine come true...i could see it now! Me, the Chief, surrounded by the most beautiful and battle hardened boxums. With the best tech and gear money could buy, while exposing all those sexy bits. Loyalty so grand in each and every single one of them, it outshines the emperor's most fanatical subjects.

>After a quick look around, you notice something you'll have to bring up later.

>With A few taps and whispered voice commands to your wrist mounted data slate, a few of your high end servitors take up concealed positions around the crowd of captives accompanied by the heretics and demons around them. While one of your Deep-Op servitors activates a cloak around it's tiny carapace and primes internal cartridges, all the while moving past demonic threats like a phantom of the warp, remain unnoticed. As it centers itself in the largest concentration of captives, you play your cards.

>You reveal your half assed hidden spot around the corner and fire off 2 Nova flares above the crowd. The flares shine like holy beacons, brighter than the emperor's Astronomicon.

>With a widening smirk plastered on your face, you stroll toward the crowd, vintage hat of the West giving you enough shade to keep the novas from fucking up your own vision. With both Angelus Bolter Carbines unholstered and trained on the head honcho, you fire off two warning rounds across the area, intentionally missing the one who seems to be in charge here.

>And with another widening smile full of good intentions, you introduce yourself to the serpent.
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>>2750120
>>2750138
>Simor, newly converted and wandering around the city, witnesses this and walks over to one of the Omakaiste.

"Is this, uh, normal around here or is this man unnacounted for in the plans?"

>Meanwhile, her Servo-Skull slowly crawls around and between the crowd, moving towards Colt.
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>>2750138
Tis a dandy day to stroll through the park with some leashed pets, ain't it stranger!

>You begin to walk closer toward the daemon, enough so it can hear you clearly, but safely out of reach from the crowd

>Weapons trained on it, you take a mental note to keep your fingers off the trigger unless one of the lessers feel like risking a quick promotion With a side of bolter today.

But I will admit, i sure don't see specimens such as yourself around these parts, so I can only assume you're one of those purebred dogs the nobles tend to walk around? Perhaps a mutated mixed breed the gangers made for fighting?

>You notice some of the goons getting antsy and re-apply both finger tips to each trigger while scanning the crowd

All jests aside, you don't happen to speak gothic do you? Would break my heart if no one else here with a weapon could enjoy my jokes with me...

>You cock your head to the side, Looking straight at the thing with wings

Reckon you never heard of me before, so let me introduce myself.

The names Colt Relgus. Nice to meet"cha!

>You bow slightly, just barely tipping your hat so you can keep eyes on everyone in front of you. All the while, your weapons are hungry, ready for someone to slip up within its firing range.
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>>2750138
> as the flares are launched he takes a step back and move his wings infront of his face protecting himself from the light

Who are you who dare interrupt me

> after recovering all of the partisans aim their autoguns at him the "children" having already been secured
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>>2750161
Oh, it's speaks?

>Gestures with bolt carbine toward the flares

Sorry about the lights friend! The mood here was looking mighty dull and depressing. Figured you folks could use some light in your life!

>Your hidden Servitor displays warnings on your retina, marking an unregistered servitor of heretical origins, moving towards you

Hold your horses now... I do hope your pets are trained and leashed properly. I wouldn't want to lodge a bolt in your abomination...think of the kids!

I'd like to talk before things get a little dicey. Wouldn't try anything to sneaky-beaky either. You might lose quite a few more of your viewers here than you wished!
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>>2750161
>>2750165
>The Servo-Skull freezes then slowly backs up. Simor wraps her hand around her Arc Pistol while slowly moving closer to Jaan, who seems to be the one in charge.

"Yeah, I certainly don't like the look of him..."

>Her Mechadendrite twitches slightly in Colt's direction.
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>>2750165
I am no it I am Jaan Maide Commander of the omakaiste.

he careful who you call abomination hunter look around you even with help I don't think you could kill al of these

> he gestures to his troops

Normally hunters just shoot so what is it
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>>2750171
Hello their who are you and I don't trust him either but why would I trust you
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>>2750173
"Well, assuming you're a part of this regiment gone renegade that Cogran told me about, then we're allies. He's not."
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>>2750175
Ok then I still don't trust you

> he looks at her

There are some features on your flesh I have never before seen on your kind

I must say they are not bad why do you hide your beauty under all that robe

You are free now aren't you? Why continue wearing the robes of the ones who enslaved you?
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>>2750172
I see you talk with big numbers. Large numbers tend to get convoluted and exaggerated when haggling. Sometimes a large threat is smaller than it seems. Sometimes its the complete opposite.

>Looks around for a moment with a smirk, gesturing to the town around him

Now I reckon you folks are aware of the ruckus you've been causing here...right? I sure do hope so, because i thought it Would be a kind gesture to inform you that the current bounties on your head could buy me a small void ship stocked with the finest whisky and wines.

So I could A: Try my hand at taking said bounties, and making off with some women, riding the stars.

B: Play an Ace up my sleeve if you try anything and blow all of these future heretics in the making to kingdom come. And sir, I am miiiiighty sure you didn't come here to waste some of your troops for nothing.

>Gestures to the captives you've laid claim too

Or we could have a nice chat about my possible employment within your ranks, as I do so rightfully claim the title of "thee most BESTEST...of bounty hunters" these streets have to offer.
Plus, it seems the town don't have much left to offer in resistance, so for all I know, your death might not get paid...and I sure do love my money.

>Sees the serpent partially ignoring you

Hey now, haven't your mama ever teach about manners?
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>>2750183
> he spits towards the hunter

I was talking to someone who had an opinion on the situation right now

How big is the price on the head of Jaan Maide tell me?

I think that title is very easy to claim now days

> gestures to the surroundings

So you want to work for me do you?

Well if you want women you can pick one of the ones left after my troops have picked witch one of these children to adopt
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>>2750178
>Simor huffs, ignoring Colt to look at Jaan, her optical implants glowing faintly.

"Speak not of my garments in that way, for while I may have gained a true understanding of the shackles that held me, I am still a servant of the Omnissiah and these robes are his holy garments."

>The Mechadendrite, large needle included, turns to face Jaan for a moment, making a slight jabbing motion before turning back to Colt.
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>>2750198
Oh such a shame

So despite liberation you insist on wearing the symbols of your oppression

I was hoping you would be more open. You know those assets can be a great deal more useful in conversation if you don't hide them under robes

And if you are to expand the quest for knolege would not knolege of the carnal and physical be included?
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>>2750205
Carnal fl---the hell? Shes a got'damn machine, look at her! When's the last time you got your hands on a normal woman?!
>Getting impatient

Ok look! How about we drop this whole bounty thing on your head, and you try tossing me an offer I can't refuse. I'd hate to kill ya or your cohorts. Plus, you managed to kill quite a few important faces around here, so employment is gonna be low for a bit since gangers won't have much competition between each other.

>Weapons Aiming steadily, you offer your services again

I really hope you come around to my way of thinking pal, I'm sure you could use someone with skills such as mine to hunt down does you need dead. Perhaps you'd like a scout? Maybe you'll need someone with "delicate" hands to capture a high-value slave? I'm not quite sure what your warband does for a living, but I've got a guess you folks belong to that slaanic god or something.

>Inhaled deeply, slowly letting out a sigh

Don't get me wrong, id kill a heretic any day for a quick buck. They tend to be simple minded and easy to track. But if they pay is good enough, i can always change morales on a whim and hunt predictable loyalists just as easily.

>Smiles a bright smile, if not the brightest!

It's all up to you friend. I reckon you could use an extra..."experienced" hand when it comes to dealing with the opposition.
You couldn't find a better offer anywhere else!
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>>2750215
I already told you

You can get one of these wonderful people and a new employer now that this city's authorities can no longer pay you

> he smiles

And I didn't plan to fuck her yet ist that I think so much is wasted with that robe covering it

Now are you up for it and actually get employment or will you wander around without
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>>2750220
He accepts only cash from my knowledge
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>>2750223
To be honest with you sir, that thing has a point. Bodies can be bought with money. Same with pleasure. This also comes with the fantastic side of food, holovids, great showers, and blackmarket equipment. Pleasure can't get those things for you...atleast not all of it...
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>>2750205
"I have more than read more than 73 books regarding this subject and dissected more than 12 human males. I am afraid that unless you're volunteering yourself for the latter, then I will have to reject this offer. Now, may we return to the subject of this man?"

>She motions to Colt with one hand that may or may not have accidentally been the one holding the Arc Pistol.

"And don't you comment on me like that."

>The Servo-Skul scuttles closer to Colt once again.
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>>2750224
So are you up for it you asked me if I have decided now I ask you if you can accept mine? And if you are looking for black market equipment just ask the tech priests and they will make most things you can ask for
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>>2750226
Oh...thats It? Free equipment on the house? For my services?.....

>Looks at you with squinted eyes and a skeptical impression

What's the catch? Im not quite ready to play myself alive for your dieties, or let that machine dissect me as her form of "pleasure".
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>>2750232
(*flay myself alive*)
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>>2750225
A book or a dissection is not comparable to the real thing

And atleast open the robe it's a shame you are hiding your body under all that cloth
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>>2750232
Well there is no catch you help us we help you

And you get payed as Well

You might have to move with us to our base and establish a exclusivity contract
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>Contemplates on the offer...

Sounds a bit tooooo sweet and sugarcoated for my tastes. But, I don't normally operate on promises and handshakes. You'd do well in the future to remember that.

>Sighs

But, you shitty people with shitty guns, who normally higher goody people with goody guns such as myself to do their dirty work....BAH!

I'll join, but try anything, and quite a few of you will be missing more limbs than intended.
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>>2750239
> smiles showing his fangs

I delivered no lies friend

And I am not the highest boss around here but I am the chosen of the Prince of pleasure and your attitudes are already to the Prince liking
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>>2750239
Don't worry, your work here won't be much different from one Imperium will have you do
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>>2748781
>Cogran colects the drills and walk out of the mine instructing the servitors in there to load everything up and transport it to the meating spot
>Cogran rides to the meating spot inside Rssy
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>>2750239
Now let me get back to this wonderful little thing right here if you want more information go talk to the one named Alpharius

>>2750110

> he turns back to Callie

Now you cutie are you going to be a good litlle child or will I have to make you behave?
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>>2750239
>Colt suddenly feels a hand warp itself around the top of his head. If he were to crane his head back somewhat, he would see a massive space marine standing behind him. Bastard made no sound getting there.

"Greetings, Colt Relgus. I am Alpharius, leader of this regiment. I do not appreciate when people point their silly little toys at my men."

>As if on cue, each and every single one of Colt's servitor's malfunction.

"You know, there's a lot you can do with a scrap-code generator. I also know exactly the right amount of pressure to apply to your head that if you struggle, you die. I'm applying that pressure right now."

>You can FEEL him smile under his helmet

"Now then, how does it make you feel to be helpless?"

You didn't roll for any of that, please roll in the future.

>>2750011
>It seems they do not lock their doors, primarily because they don't have locks to put on their doors. You do find 1 book on Slaanesh, but is't a bit small...

>>2750025
>The partisans "help" with their "new children", ensuring the slaves are bound in chains if they get rowdy.
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>>2747913
>Pyrrhus finds no fellows religiously devoted to explosions, but he does find some civilians cowering in a corner.
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>>2750634
>O7 gets a team of ten and goes back to the door he visited earlier, making another move inside, bringing flares and torches
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>>2747806
>Salfrin finds a plasma pistol
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>>2750646
>You walk over the same spot you almost died at... what you killed is not here anymore
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>>2750651
>He puts the pistol in his cloak and walks back to the truck with TV, which he procceeds to watch from now until they leave the city
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>>2750634
Remember men you are to take care of your new family especially if you want more children in the future they can't help us if they are dead. And you will not get more if they do!
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>>2750634
>Cogran drives up on the meating place with all of the mining servitors and truks coming in after him
Comander I am ready to depart with this new equipment. Do you require anything else.
>sees the disabled servitors.
Are those a gift to the omnissahia Comander
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>>2750679
"Less indeed, our new friend here made a donation. Also, you're getting a scarp code generator."
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Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>2750642
>Not quite up to expectations, but he could work with it. Pyrrhus walks closer to the civilians with intentionally loud footsteps, clearing his throat upon getting close to them in order to get their attention.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here! Some cowering people with no idea what to do in this oh so scary situation. Well, I may yet provide an answer to your terrified question!"

>He reaches into Sort's satchel and grabs a grenade, throwing it upwards and catching it again casually.

"You see, i'm a big senpai of these here explosives and i've been wondering what I should do with them. Now, either i've found myself some moving targets, or two new friends with which I can test them! I wonder which you'd rather be..."

>Rolling to intimidate/persuade these unfortunates into following along.
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>>2750653
>he goes back to the square
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>>2750685
>when he hears the word scrap code generator a loud clicking sound can be heard from cogran witch lasts for several seconds his mechatendrites moving in diferent directions in tempo with the clicking.
I I would be honoured to receive such a valuable artifact of the omnissahia Ccomander
>he jumps down from Russy looking down at the ground
Is there anything I can do for you Comander
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>>2750694
>They are terrified of the man covered in grenades and are willing to do things to not blow up
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>>2750706
"Currently, no. You may do what you wish."
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Rolled 49 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>2750712
Ok I will do that.
>goes and inspects the disabled servitos
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>>2750725
>They are all in good condition, however their behavior may be slightly... erratic due to the scrap code
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>2750708
>The terror in their eyes is rather obvious to Pyrrhus, who chuckles a bit like the maniac he obviously is.

"I'm not hearing a no! Which can only mean you agree! That's quite fortunate for both you and me, actually!"

>He motions for the two of them to follow him as he turns around and chucks the grenade at Sort, who catches it and figures he's responsible for keeping his eyes on them. The 4, led by Pyrrhus wander the city some more, once again looking for any other civilians or gangers who aren't immediately hostile.

>Rolling to search for people again.
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Rolled 15 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2750734
>Pyruss moves asside a piece of rubble to see [roll] people huddling in a room.
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>>2750733
>Cogran loos pleased ordering them loaded into the trucks. not waiting them to be activated until he has been "improved" thru scrap code
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2750777
>Pyrrhus smiles underneath his gas mask. What luck! He casually loads his Grenade Launcher in full view of them and shoulders it, tilting his head to the side.

"Well, hello there! Seems i've found you in a bit of a vulnerable position, no? I'd say you were here because you're afraid my fellows and dare I say it, even me! But that wouldn't be entirely justified, would it?"

>Pyrrhus giggles, more of an intentional attempt to scare the civilians rather than one of his usual fits of laughter, the high from the battle running out.

"After all, I wouldn't hurt you unless you made me do that."

>He lets the Grenade Launcher off his shoulder and holds it normally, ready to fire.

"But none of us wants that, right? Now, some of my friends, they wouldn't be as merciful as me, so i'm quite scared for your safety! If only you followed me, I could protect you, even help you become a part of us while easing said transition. If you wouldn't, i'm afraid i'd have to ensure you don't mess anything up..."

>With his fingers tapping the side of his gun, Pyrrhus' implication is quite obvious.
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>>2750831
>They submit

>Meanwhile, back at the square, Alpharius addresses the regiment

"Greetings my men, we have a few paths before us! What shall we do with this city! What shall we do with our prize! Should we burn it, burn it so hot and brightly that the smoke and fires will rise to the sky and tell all of their coming doom? Shall we keep it as a pen for slaves, so they may toil endlessly for the dark gods? Shall we let loose the faithful here, and turn it into a true city dedicated to the gods? Tell me my men, what shall be done!?"
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>>2750868
>Pyrrhus hums to himself merrily as the helpless citizens submit, motioning for them to follow him along with the two from earlier on, watched carefully by Sort, grenade in hand. Eventually, after a small amount of searching, Pyrrhus decides he's done enough and walks to the square, satisfied with the results of the battle. Alpharius speaks, Pyrrhus nods along before speaking out.

"I'm a bit tired of sleeping in a sack under a tent. And hey, what's stopping us from really enjoying the fruits of our labour? I vote to make this city our own!"
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>>2750868
Secret city under our control sounds nice, we could build a massive spire at the centre of it, looming overhead and casting its shadow over our dominion, massiveslave pens and churches to the Gods where sacrifices happen always
I dunno I'm no architect
>He continues watching TV
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>>2750908
>>2750945
"We will not be moving from our location in the valley if that is what you are thinking. There is good reason to stay in that place. If we remain control of this place, it will be from afar."
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>>2750949
Then this could be a great workshop and a vassal state of sorts, where we send recruits we do not know to be truly loyal for training and induction, but I vote for slave pens
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>>2750949
"Problematic, that, but acceptable. Put the slaves here, then. The logistics would probably be a pain but keeping control of it in secret does sound like an appealing idea."
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>>2750868
We should keep it as a city of the faithful. A symbol of liberation and after our victory it will be a city to rival all other's
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>>2750868
>Kanik just kind of turned up as he always seemed to, his new set of arbite armour now properly covered in blood and marks showing his dedication to Khorne.

"We've already taken what we can from this place, yeah? Fuck it then, we should burn it and all the weaklings inside it. If they can't put up a fight, or at the very least make a decent slave, then they simply don't deserve to live. We've got enough space back at our place for all the lads anyway, right? Doesn't make sense to spread ourselves out too much, even I see that."
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>>2750980
If we burn everything and everyone what is the point of our struggle?

We should treat the civilians with respect educate and enlighten them then set them free to do what they desire

Did we not rebel against monsters what would we be if we became monsters ourselves. It is the duty of the strong to guide and protect the weak, be it from themselves or others. Not to kill them
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>>2750868
Burning would be unwise unless we stage it so it is as if the imperium burns the city.

I advise it be kept mostly intact for the housing of servants of chaos, as to not undermine our local sympathy
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>>2750995
>Kanik groaned as the follower of Slaanesh spoke, muttering something before turning to him.

"Shut up, Slaaneshi scum. If the weak need protection then they can just become strong. If they can't, they deserve to die. No wonder you purple freaks got your ass kicked by those arbite cowards, most of you are probably just weaklings hiding behind the stronger ones. Too bad they're probably weak too."
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>>2751015
Ow you misunderstood something didn't you? Not everyone can be strong you understand.

Because if everyone is strong then no one is. And to survive we need babies. Babies are weak yes?

So if we kill all the weak we will al die. That is why the relationship between the strong and the weak should be that of a father and son. Provide guidance, discipline and safety so they can grow and become stronger
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>>2751038
"Not everyone can be strong?"

>He burst out laughing, eventually stopping and catching his breath.

"You're even more of an idiot than I thought. Everyone CAN be strong, it's just that some choose not to be, or simply give up along the way. Those are the people a Khornate despises. I hold more hatred for those fleeing arbite cowards, than any number of runty little children, because at least the children might actually attempt to fight back, even though they have no chance of winning. Being the weakest does not mean being the most puny in a group of strong men, it is giving up your strength out of cowardice, or perhaps laziness."
>>
> Jaan has attached a shock collar to Callie with an inbuilt tracker to make sure she doesn't run away
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Rolled 97 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

+++SCAN+++

+++SCAN+++

<Few lifeforms located. It appears they have vacated this place for a while. Note taken>

>The Ruststalker sneaks around the base of the regiment
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>>2751096
>The Rust Stalker remains hidden. He detects an odd code-signal in the air.
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>>2751117
>Jay, speaking with Ima
I get that you want to raise everyone's blood pressure, but that is no longer soup, it is brine, and if I catch you putting brine in a bowl to serve as soup, I will not hesitate to evict you from my kitchen. Is that understood, Khornate?
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2751117
>The renegade ruststalker scans the code signals to try and find the command room
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>>2751138
>Roll 1d100 as you open yourself to scrap-code that is currently floating about
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Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2751145
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>>2751090
Yes the cowards are weak and they must be disciplined not killed. The people of this city will soon come to understand they worshipped the wrong good and will soon willingly join us

They will then work harder and stronger than any slave because they truly want to help our cause and help us grow stronger witch is the duty of the citizen
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>>2751149
>Your mind lays open for the corrupting influence of the foul code...

>However, since you are already corrupted by Chaos, it has little negative effect. What is DOES tell you is that there are those that may be friends nearby.
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Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2751155
<Fellow followers of chaos- Allies? Perhaps. Must learn more.>

>The Ruststalker makes his way to the command room, and is greeted by various lit up buttons and monitors.

>A small prong appears out from the chord claw of the ruststalker and begins scamming the equipment. It then walks over to a keycard scanner and begins trying to bypass the systems

>Rolling to hack
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>>2751150
"No, the cowards must be killed so that others understand that they shouldn't be like them. It's also faster and less annoying to do that instead of trying to discipline a moron who'll forget all that lovely training they got at the first sign of trouble. On the citizens though, I don't give a shit about them. If they can't shed blood for Khorne, they just don't matter. A slave is easier to control anyway, and I'd rather them work for us at the camp than here."
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>>2751182
>The systems are very basic, just connected to a few security pict recorders and some servo-skulls that float around the perimeter, as well as some servitor operated guns
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>>2751187
Those who run must be made an example of yes

A citizen is harder to control yes but also able to give you more in the long run as they may work harder or more efficiently and you know it would be preferable if we left them here as if we concentrate to many of them at our camp they will cause our camp to more easily be found by the enemy
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>>2751197
"Oh, right, and a city full of people worshiping the true power won't attract any attention at all. If loyalist scum find out, they'll probably search the surrounding areas for us, one of those areas no doubt being our camp. They're going to know we're around here no matter what we do, it's just a matter of if we have all our power spread out or not."
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>>2751197
>>2751187
Are you two quite done bickering yet?
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>>2751192
>The Ruststalker records this information as well as the locations of the rooms within the base, and then logs off, not wanting to mess anything up with this regiment’s set up

>The Ruststalker leaves the command room, making his way to the ammunition stores, to record the regiment’s combat sustainability
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>>2751225
>Kanik grumbled to himself and nodded.

"Yeah, guess so. I'm on the verge of just attacking him anyway, because he's obviously wrong in every way, so stopping now is probably a good idea."
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>>2751246
>The ammunition stores appear to have depleted somewhat. Given the low number of people here, you can only guess that they have gone off for a fight. Large number of small arms ammo, less heavy weapons.
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"The city shall be a glorious home for the worshippers of the dark gods! I am placing Kerok Shonborn as the governor."

>Alpharius has selected a stringent follower of Chaos Undivided. He was one of Commander Irvis's bodyguards, and later became an administrative assistant to Alpharius after Flagg disappeared.

"I am leaving a force with him to insure that control is maintained. In the meantime, we move back to our home with the spoils of conquest! Regiment! March!"
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>>2750949
I do not have any opinion on this mater So I will return to base with my stuff Commander as this is a waste of my time
>Cogran sets of towards the base with his loot and the heavy vehicles
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>>2751304
Wonderful
>He goes back to the shot up truck and slowly drives near the regiment
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>>2751304
"Well, it's better than a Slaaneshi. Got a bit bored hacking at corpses anyway."

>He just went back to the transport truck he arrived in.
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>A mass of flesh, bone and limbs seems to be following the regiment
SCREEEEEEEEECH!!!
>It screams as it flails its arms
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>>2751359
What in nine fucks in a maze is that?
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>>2751364
>Shifting mass approaches O7
SCREEEECH!
>It points at the direction of the city
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>>2751364
"A Chaos Spawn. Likely a man of the regiment or a citizen of the city drew too harshly upon the gods and they rejected him, filling him with power until he essentially bust. They are good shock troops, utterly mindless and fearless."
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>>2751370
SCREEECH SCREECH SCREEECH!
>Creature grows another limb and gives a handshake to Alpharius
SCREEECH!?
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>>2751376
"One that is... inexplicably intelligent. Not a true chaos spawn then, just an enormously mutated man."

>Alpharius shakes the hand
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>>2751380
SCREEECH SCREEECH
>Verye brings out a photo out of one of its mouths, its shows a cowboy themed bakery and him infront
SCREEEEECH!
>He points at the city
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>>2751386
"Oh... well, that's rather nice."
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>>2751368
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>>2751370
I worked that out already, but why is it wearing two helmets and a nametag?
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>>2751408
SCREEEECH!
>Verye takes an identical picture and an orange crayon from its mouth and draws a bunch of explosions on it
>It then waves it around making explosion noises with its many mouths
>>2751411
SCREEEECH!
>It points at both head and then points at your head
SCREEEEEECH!
>He then points at a nametag and its upper "body" with the fake moustache
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>>2751420
It seems to have retained some minuscule level of sentience
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>>2751427
SCREEEEECH!
SCREEE SCREEE SCREEEECH
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>>2751435
Yes, I’m talking about you.
You are very sentient. Congratulations.
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>>2751452
>Slap
SCREEEECH!
>Its upper body changes its scythe -like hands into actual hands, and waves with one finger
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>>2751469
What an asshole.
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Rolled 48 (1d100)

>After recovering from a brush of death with a god damn space marine, and the throbbing pain fading away around your skull, you finally holster your weapons and reminisce over the loss of your Ace Servitor and the other 2 Sniper servitors lying on the ground

>You almost shed a tear over the amount of money spent on the gear, but if what the serpent says is true, you could always get better equipment.

>Giving out frustrated sigh and furrowing your eyebrows due to being caught with your pants down, by a tand of a Astartes no less, you clean the spilt milk and move on before you snap.

>You look up to Alpharius

So whats the plan boss, cuz it looks like your entourage of warplike creatures grows ever steady.

I myself am quite skilled at tracking, a skill I take pride in, played like a fiddle. As the best bounty hunter this planet has to offer, no nook and cranny can conceal even the most stealthy and desperate of citizens and dissidents.

Say the word, and I'll be sure theyre dragged back to your feet, begging for mercy!

Oh...and Don't mind that incident from earlier with the others, we were just playing around boss. I would never dream of slaughtering my future battlebuddies for a hefty bounty...unless you need me too

>Glances at Cogran messing with you're expensive and hard earned Deep-Op servitors.

>Rolls to make a decent first impression
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>>2751604
>As the regiment enters the scheduled valley which is there home, and towards the caves in which the dwell, Alpharius turns towards Colt

"...you are an interesting one, Colt Relgus. An opportunist, if observation proves itself. I have absolutely no trust in you. However, there are a few manners in which you may gain my trust."

>His tone of voice is absolutely terrifying

"Your first option is to wear a bomb collar; this was once a penal legion, we have many. The second option is that... we have a nice talk."

>Whatever that means, the way the marine says it fills you with dread.

"The third way you can gain my trust is gaining the favor of one of the gods. To that end, we can toss you into the diseased pool in the Nurlge shrine, place you at the bottom of one of the after-battle Slaaneshi orgies, toss you into one of the murder-pits the khornates operate, or lock you into the Tzeentchian shrine for nine hours, alone."

>You can tell he just smiled under his expressionless helmet

"Though of course, you could also choose to do none of those things."
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Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>2751640
>Rolls to keep his cool
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