/tg/ makes a spacehulk
Ok here are the rules
>Only one post per Anon
>The post may contain a part of the hulk, e.g a big cargo hold, or a long dark corridor
>Posts can also add something to an exisiting room, but only once, examples are: the elevator shaft is flooded, the engine room is genestealer infested etc
>3 votes or more removes a post from the "cannon" stuff onboard/on the spacehulk
I think I'll start:
The spacehulk has a 10x10 room filled with metal crates
Have fun /tg/
>>43488517
>there is an large auditorium, modified to be a parade ground, with a commisar's voice on an endless loop through the speaker systems, as he orders a nonexistent guard regiment through their marching drills.
>There is a large, sealed room filled wit Guardsmen corpses and a bunch of orks. Someone apparently closed all exits so that Work spores wouldn't float out, and they decided the Guardsmen inside weren't worth opening the door. They filled it with gas and it killed all inhabitants, but ork spores remained and managed to grow up. They are now a savage group of cannibals with one slowly eating the others and becoming a warboss-tier ork.
>There is an old mechanicus workshop with many relics from the Dark age of technology. The only problem is that it's flooded in acid
>The bridge is still msotly intact, it's lavish interior nearly unaffected by the passage of time. The skeletons of crew members can still be found on their posts, even the captain sits on his throne. The only ones missing are the astropath and navigator.
>Above all, a ghostly music can be heard, which floats out into the corridors and lower levels. It sounds like a symphonic orchestra but there are a some dissonances in it.
>>43489286
>one of your group swears he saw something moving in the acid, something shiny and metallic
>>43489006
>the recording does not repeat
>>43488517
>there is a large room with several Squat skeletons and an elephant skeleton. The Squats appear to have been crushed to death. The elephant skeleton is on fire.
>the outside of the ship appears to be entirely encrusted with old blood
>>43491010
>the blood is highly acidic
>The hulk has dozens of smaller vessels orbiting it.
>For some reason these smaller wrecks are not at all affected by the gravitational pull of nearby astronomical bodies.
>>43488517
In the depths of the ship is a broom closet, the door was blocked by a giant piece of scrap. Inside is the curled up corpse of a guardsman. In his hands is clutched a small picture that probably cost him months of pay. On it is a small family, clearly standing on their farm. Probably an agri-world.
On the walls is scratched "Ill see them . . ." over and over again, hundreds of times. Likely with the mans bayonet.
The floor is littered with devoured ration packs, hundreds. This room probably stored a few boxes.
He could have been trapped here for months before dying, wanting nothing more than to see his family again.
>>43491542
>the room is absolutely flooded with shit
>>43488517
>there is a small alcove, deep in the ship
>it is bare, save for a strange symbol
> a vertical bar, with a horizontal bar crossing it near the top, and a diagonal bar crossing it near the bottom
>the alcove has curious blocky lettering scrawled on its walls
>it is made of a very thin metal
>>43489315
>Recording the music and playing it backwards at various speeds produces perfectly harmonic music
>slowing it to a near crawl plays back the sound of whimpering and fervent prayer
>the prayers are unique to both the astropaths and the navigators
>there is only one voice
>>43488517
>there is a small closet on the spacehulk
>inside are five orks sitting around a table playing texas holdem
>this game has apparently been going on since at least the 36th millennium
There is a galley with seating for several hundred at long tables which are attached to the ground, with long benches running along either side, also welded to the ground. The floor tiles each bear the name of a imperial citizen, presumably long deceased.
>>43488517
Alongside one side of the hulk is a crashed emperor class battleship, all that remains intact is the port docks, filled with 50 space worthy stormeagles.
>>43488517
>One of the genetoriums has overloaded
>Arcs of electricity slowly move about the gigantic room, sliding about in bizarre patterns
>If you can get to the right spot and survive inside the slow-motion storm, the patterns tell you what the local Warp Lanes look like
>Any Navigators feel compelled to step into the currents
>>43488517
>One of the rooms has a piano inside.
>It plays a single note, once every ten seconds.
>No matter where you are in the ship, you can hear it.
>growing in roughly 40% of the rooms on the Hulk are a species of Space Barnacles.
>The Barnacles form thick shells out of whatever surface they adhere to.
>Since the bulkheads are mostly steel and plascrete, this results in shells durable enough to resist most small arms fire.
>The Barnacles feed by swiping the air with whispy filaments that are only strong enough to take in dust from the air.
>Final verdict: ugly, but harmless.
>>43488517
At the edge of the hulk is a pristine and active military tug, clamped firmly to the surface of the hulk and straining to boost it towards an unknown destination. No life signs are detected within.
The tug, while in near-perfect working order and appearing fresh from the assembly line, is listed as being built more than 3,000 years previous. The craft's sole irregularity is that its cognator banks were apparently never installed. Despite this, the tug will attempt to adjust it's thrust should the hulk's orientation change.
>>43488517
>One of the compartments has come completely detached from the Hulk in a very strange way.
>It overlaps with every other room, drifting within the ship.
>Periodically, you will find yourself inside it, as it passes through you.
>What happens if you find the section where it originally belonged?
>Ask them.
>Don't let them find you.
>>43493174
>manually playing a note will result in a several hour long song
>each key plays a different song
>failure to applaud by a single person on board at the end of the song will result in a weeks long discordant screeching of notes
>>43488517
>There is an Engine.
>It can move the entire Hulk.
>It is attached to no ship.
>It has no power source.
>It is the source of all power.
>It is Archimedes' Lever.
>It can move the World.
>It cannot move.
>It can be you.
>Can you be it?
>ITT: SCP: 40k edition
>>43488517
>There is a room filled with treasure.
>Gold and jewels beyond imagining.
>Goods from a million worlds.
>Rare beasts, frozen in time.
>Mechanical marvels.
>Weapons beyond compare.
>There is a man that guards it.
>Or is it a man?
>It moves like a man.
>He has an infinity of riches within his storehouse.
>Can you make a trade?
>You'd better find out.
>Or into the trash you go.
The grandiose, mostly intact hangar bays of an otherwise unrecognizably warped and disfigured vessel can be found if one traverses deep into the twisting corridors.
Entire fighters squadrons are lined up, prepared for a launch that never came. The launch bay doors seem to have been opened, tools, fuel tanks and ammo racks lie around untouched. No corpses can be found, neither any signs of struggle.
There is, however, a large, rotting mass of unknown material that clogs up all launch bays.
>>43488517
A portion of the hulk consists of hundreds of thousands of 140'x50' cylinders patched and welded together seemingly at random. Closer inspection reveals that the cylinders were originally microhabitats, each one containing living space, hydroponics, fuel cells, a solar array, and thrusters, all sufficient to keep a human being alive unsupported for several years.
Pods throughout the structure have been cannibalized and their parts consolidated. In one, cooking and refrigeration units from a dozen pods have been jury-rigged into a professional kitchen, while others nearby house seats and tables. Others have been made into bunkhouses, workshops, schools, and farms.
The pods along the outside edge of the construction are all oriented with their cockpits facing outward. In each, the controls have been stripped out and replaced with a floormat, a legless chair, and a small bowl. In each chair is an upright skeleton, facing the viewport.
>>43488517
>This room is small.
>Very, very small.
>So small, there's only enough room for a single person to stand, and only if they weren't very tall.
>It is barely wide enough to sit crosslegged.
>None can say why the room is there. Or who used it.
>But it smells very nice.
>And it's a lovely shade of blue.
>And there's a little window to see outside the ship.
>And a little Daemon on the outside.
>Sipping tea.
>In a tiny little room.
>That's a lovely shade of blue.
>There's a teacup in the room.
>You didn't see it before.
>It smells nice.
>And you're very, very thirsty.
>Won't you have a drink?
>>43488517
There's a room with a bunch of hallways leading in and out of it. On a side panel someone etched the name Dan in the metal. There is nothing spectacular or spooky in this room.
>>43488517
>The room has five walls.
>On one wall, an Eldar.
>On the next, an Ork.
>Third, a Man.
>Fourth, a Tau.
>Fifth... The fifth is hidden.
>The sixth wall is hidden upon the ceiling, something wondrous. Alien. Its hands encompass all others.
>The Fifth is hidden.
>The Fifth is hidden.
>The Fifth is hidden.
>Who?
>>43494473
>the room is on fire
>>43494473
>>43494514
>You need no water where you're going.
>Where the room leads.
>To the Place Dan has prepared for you.
>>43493344
...dare you enter his magical realm?
>>43494508
A Squat.
>One of the reactor halls has a multitude of hums and crackles in various patterns.
>they might be building towards a single phase
>>43488517
>In this room are row upon row of metal men.
>Ancient. Terrifying. Their power undeniable, even in slumber.
>All save for one.
>One tireless little worker, forever tending to his charges.
>He bids you good day, and hopes your journey is pleasant.
>If you're ever in need of assistance, security will be summoned.
>Teatime is in an hour. Please don't be late.
>The botanist's been working hard for everyone.
>>43488517
>Of the hundreds of ships embedded in the hulk, one has an observation deck, intact and on the surface.
>It is etched with a trillion intricate patterns, so small and fine the transparisteel looks almost untouched.
>When the light hits a new angle, a new pattern is projected on the floor.
>Stand within the pattern, and you can see where the Hulk has been.
>And where it's going.
>And who it will see.
>Don't stand there too long though.
>Eventually you see a beautiful green, blue, and white orb.
>And you see the people on it, wishing a marvelous vessel farewell.
>They are happy. Very happy.
>And the planet is beautiful. Oh, so beautiful.
>And everything is clean. And bright. And working. And peaceful.
>No one hungry. No one thirsty. No one tired. No one hurts.
>And the most awful thing of all happens. The very most dreadful thing.
>You truly realize how much has been lost.
>Don't stand there too long. It's for your own good.
>The truth will not set you free.
>This section of the hulk was a medical frigate. The autosurgeon is in perfect condition, but the arms seem to quiver slightly and reach towards you whenever it's in the corner of your eye.
>must be a breeze from the air scrubbers
>>43488517
>A massive pile of rubble blocks this hallway. Nothing beyond it can be seen.
>The marks of each God taint the debris. Mortal men dare not approach.
>Behind the cave in is a room. And inside that room, the powers of the Warp dare not go.
>A small box lies upon the metal floor. It's made of wood. Sealed with a small iron clasp.
>When the Emperor said he put aside all compassion, all love, all sympathy and positive emotion, in order to kill Horus, he meant it.
>Removing something so potent left a physical mark. A memento.
>Inside the box is a heart. Still beating, though it pumps no blood. It glows a soft white light.
>The Golden Throne keeps the Astronomicon hooked up.
>The Heart keeps Him alive.
>The Heart Remembers.
>The Heart will find a way.
>>43488517
>Time runs oddly in this room. Sometimes, it's in reverse. Sometimes, unnaturally fast forward.
>Sometimes, it's in parallel. Stay too long, you might find you haven't been there long enough, and some of you has been there entirely too long. One of you might have even never been born yet.
>And sometimes, stranger things than that.
>Thousands of Tzeentchian Daemons infest the room, yet they take no notice of any intruders.
>They are enraptured. Perhaps they think they're communing with their master. Perhaps they're talking to themselves. Perhaps both.
>It is easy to bind them.
>They won't even notice they're gone.
>Oh, the weapons they empower.
>Swords swifter than time itself. Bullets leave chambers before you even knew you needed to fire them. Shields spring to life moments before the fatal blow.
>Careful, though.
>All things must be paid for.
>In Time.
>And just because no one's come to collect yet, doesn't mean they never will.
>Or perhaps, if you're very, very unlucky, they already have.
>>43488517
There is a hallway leading towards the captain's chambers. Its walls are covered in a variety of paintings, all of which seem to be tipped a few degrees clockwise. Scouts reported feeling as though they were walking up an incline while traversing its length.
Investigation of the hallway's life support systems revealed a faulty artificial gravity generator.
>>43488517
Towards the center of the ship there is a large hydroponics facility that has become completely overgrown. Former crew and dead plants have broken down to form a rich soil covering the floor. Despite originally having been only intended to supplement food and oxygen there are many flowers and even some small trees.
It is very sunny.
Cryogenic chamber full of hitler clones
Rolled 6 (1d10)
I randomize from this PDF. Engineering section.
>>43496125
Its an antechamber, with 2 conveyor belts leading into the next room
how original.
but functional :^)
>>43494514
>With passionate love.
>The neighbors complain
>About the noises above
>But they worship slaaneshi
>So she's on top.
>>43488517
> a great room, like a cathedral, with the little light originating from it coming from a small altar at the far end
> there is a chainsword made of black metal, nigh as hard as adamantium, with strange, occult symbols made of embedded silver and holy symbols, and a small spraying system that, when activated, coats the blades in burning promethium
> the lone purity seal has symbols of the Inquisition and the text reads (in high gothic): To the Eternal Night, I bring light. To enemies of Man, I bring death. Wield me with purpose. Swing me with zeal. Let us burn together forever, in defiance of the looming darkness.
>theres a data slate on a table that filckers to life it reads only one thing "it's me goku"
>Inside a dark room is a real life looking furby plushie. If you walk into that room the door will close behind you, and the furbie would cry 666 liters of blood in 13.37 seconds
>>43495891
Guarded by a chicken.
>>43500369
Fuck off you raging cockfag this is a good thread and we don't need you and your moral crusade shitting it up.
>>43488517
>The targeting controls of the lance battery are located on a glass-enclosed balcony above the archaic weapons, which are clearly not of imperial origin.
>When you look at the screens, random ships of all kind appear under the crosshair. Imperial cruisers, air caste vessels, craftworlds, roks, you name it.
>When you look through the glass there is only empty space.
>One of the screens targets the space hulk from the outside.
>In a section of the hulk that appears to be the remains of some kind of Mechanicus research ship, there is an enormous black polyhedron.
>It glows faintly, emits a low hum, and mists as if it is super cooled.
>The desiccated remains of the ships crew can all be found stacked neatly on top of each other in a empty cargo area, along with a handful of other newer corpses.
>This section of the hulk also appears to be in much better shape than the rest, free from looting or random destruction.
>In fact, the only thing out of the ordinary in the section of the ship is the anomalous object and the fact that every single monitor and display continually flashes a message.
>DO NOT OPEN IT
A crushed, impossibly ancient mess of machinery is compacted into the very core of the hulk. A fragment of a plaque within reads, in an ancient form of low gothic, 'To boldly go...'
But the rest of the text is too worn to make out.
The hallways are lined with windows, giving a remarkable view of the surrounding space.
When viewed from the outside no windows are visible, and the actual location doesn't reflect what can be seen from on board.
>>43500353
I was the dude who sent message to Bruva that resulted in this... My only proud moment
>>43488517
>Near the center of the hulk theres a silver ship
>its corridors white, brightly illuminated and full of crews corpses
>the corpses apear to be untouched by time
>signs and consoles aboard contain unknown script vaguely reminiscent of high gothic
>no matter where you go you always have the feeling of beeing observed
>>43489006
>>43490088
My players are going to meet this room in a hulk.
...I don't even have a game yet and if I manage to start the game at January it is going to be Only war while a space hulk is more fitting to any of the other 40k rpgs BUT THEY ARE GOING TO THAT ROOM ANYWAY DAMMIT!
>Approaching a set or large wooden doors, the noise of talking, shuffling, bells, and clicking and clacking can be heard, as though a party were being held.
>Opening said doors reveals a fully equipped casino, as though it were frozen in a moment of a night of business, although all noise has stopped.
>Craps tables, roulette wheels, slot machines, poker and blackjack, and a full stocked bar and restaurant.
>Everywhere you look are skellingtons in tuxedos and fashionable dresses; collapsed over their dice, cards and chips, crumbling to pieces at tables, with cigarettes and aperitifs, nursing glasses of rum and coke.
>When you leave, the noise begins again, and rushing back you open the doors. The noise is gone as quickly as before, but everything in the casino has moved a bit...
>Everyone at the blackjack table has taken a hit
>Poker games have reached the river
>The roulette wheel has gone from red to black
>If you get some chips for yourself and ante up for a hand of cards or throw a bet at a roulette table, or the like, the next time you come back the game will have progressed. Why not play a few hands?
>>43490360
>The room is made of malachite and ash.
>>43501192
How about having their regiment crash into the hulk during transport?
>one of the ships in the convoy had an experimental genetorium core, the remains of which are now leaking extreme levels of radiation to all surrounding ships. it is buried near the dead center of the hulk.
>the core is a shard
>shard of something ancient and unspeakable
>do not free it.
>>43494678
this is pretty brilliant
>>43488517
>This section appears to have once been a merchant ship of some indeterminable make. Displays of lavish wealth (gold molding, crystal chandeliers, bronze statues, oil paintings, fur rugs, expansive tapestries, etc) abound, though statues and painting seem to show up more often towards the center of (what remains of) the ship. As the explorers wander the halls, something seems off. Out of the corner of the eye the eyes of figures on paintings seem to move. Tapestries seem to waver and transform into other scenes, but when carefully inspected they appear normal. When walking back to down certain corridors, statues have changed ever so slightly. A finger or an elbow moved, head tilted slightly, toes splayed, and so on. As the explorers get closer to the center, an oddly upbeat song seems to come from the walls, getting stronger as they get closer to the center. To make matters even more confusing, each explorer hears a different song, each song striking a chord in the heart of it's listener. When the explorers finally reach the center of the ship, they find a lavishly appointed room with a skeleton sitting behind a desk. It is dressed in expensive clothes. On the desk is a picture of two children and a woman, all dressed in similarly expensive looking clothes. The skeleton is clutching a small grey box from which the haunting melodies seem to emanate.
The box has no blemishes, holes, speakers, visible power source, or any other feature which would give it any right to be emanating such joyous music. If removed from the hands of the skeleton, the box abruptly changes from bright happy songs to soulful haunting melodies. The skeleton seems almost reluctant to see it go and slumps over in its chair. The children and woman in the picture change to skeletons. Even if placed back into the skeleton's posession, the spell of happiness seems to be broken.
>>43505364
Sorry, it got too long and I had to finish it
> All along the way back out of the ship, the explorers notice that everything had changed for the worse. The ship seems to have fallen into a sad state. The molding and tapestries show signs of age and wear. The statues all change stance to dejected states and the eyes are filled with sorrow. The paintings all seem to be crying.
If the explorers take the box with them, it continues to play haunting melodies, a different one heard by everyone who listens to it. The mechanicus is quite interested in the box if they get it off the space hulk, though the explorers find themselves reluctant to part with it.
>>43492237
downvote. Don't ruin it
-One of the ancient ships that the hulk consists of contains a huge stasis chamber
-it looks abandoned for millenia but is still active and the monitors say, that what it contains is still alive
-you wipe away the dust from the chambers window and look inside
-you see a tied, naked giant
-suddenly you realize who it is, because you saw his portrait quite often in your youth
-it is nobody less than Leman Russ
>>43488517
>One room contains a twenty-six digit display that is counting down unsettlingly quickly. The display is labeled "Feline Countdown".
>>43505619
I kind of want to know what happens when it ends
>>43492237
>>43505506
Seconding. Cut the shit.
>>43492237
Goodbye scat humorist.
>>43505865
catsplosion
>This strange ship seems to be in a surprisingly good state.
>All the consoles have been swept clean of dust
>The seats all seeming new
>Like the bridge was just recently installed
>The machinery and electronics are in prime condition for salvaging
>Beneath the plates, the walls, and hidden in the access halls the metal is still slowly absorbing the human crew who wail silently in agony as they are turned into the new components of the ship
>gravity twists in this hallway
>first toward one wall, then another
>as you go further down the hallway, gravity shifts further and further forward
>the hallway seems to go on forever
>slip here, and you may never return
A empty hangar were goblins build a squigg racing track.
>>43494514
>>43494535
I just wanted a room with my name on it.
Is that too much to ask?
>>43489169
Shit that would be bad even for other orks
>>43488517
There are tau on the spacehulk
They are smurf sized
>>43488517
>there's a chapel near the officer wing.
>There's a skeleton sitting inanimately on an iron ornate chair in the middle of the room.
>it reeks of physic energies that it glows in eminence.
>there's a door that shimmers behind him, yet yields no chaotic presence.
>candles in the chapel occasionally light up with vigor.
>>43488517
This room is a giant pool of jello. it also revives the thread.
This room has 9 complete human skeletons leaning against the walls. The only damage you can discern is that their skulls appear to have been shattered from the inside.
Another room is filled with trees, covered in strange green fruit. The fruit is tasty, has no obvious danger, and provides several nutrients needed by humans.
>>43512276
I am suspiscous of these fruit. No "obvious" danger makes me question why those other humans had their skulls burst open from the inside.
>>43512538
Oh, no, those were completely separate rooms. I didn't want to just submit one thing to the thread. Though... they could be related. Some kind of parasite?
Another room contains some kind of plastek container. Inside the container are a number of bags, which, when a charge is run through them, self-assemble into personal habitats. These habitats are sized for occupants only slightly more than a meter tall.
>>43493344
Hello Trazyn.
there is a large, spacious room in the hulk where the decking is so black it absorbs light. a strange machine glowing with green eldritch light sits in the center of the room, along with a cogitator displaying the symbol of the inquisition.
>functional dolmen gate
On the outskirts of the hulk rests a ship that seems to be ouf newer origin. Someone with the knowledge of such things would identify it as most likely built in m39.
Yet on the inside it seems old. Very old. Everything is broken down and rusted and large parts of the ship seem to have seen heavy fighting.
On the bridge there's one comm terminal still intact, though most of the data has been lost due to age and neglect. A single transcript, albeit heavily damaged can still be opened.
It's a warning. The forces of the dark gods have finally breached the gate of Cadia and are marching on Terra.
The last time it was opened was 1276 years ago.
bumpimg this awesome thread!
>>43488517
Whats the name of this Hulk?
>>43520101
Well, it contains Probably Traszyn, the Emperor's Heart, Necron tech, SmurfTau, Leman Russ, what's left of an Enterprise, a whole shitload of Tzeentch Time Lords, The Actual Worst Thing Ever For 40k People To See, A Man named Dan, and a whole bunch of other shit.
So...
I'd call it the Twilight Zone. Tenebris Terrae in High Gothic (more or less)
>>43488517
> Inside you find a jokaero, who is very scared and moving back and fourth towards different turrets. if you passed the dc you would notice that they are dart turrets.
> Balloons enter the room
>>43488517
A massive room made for testing the logic of the machine spirits for new combat servitors. They analyze combat as it happens and what is the best way to fight in any given situation.
Their experimental machine spirits are connected to a larger network so that they all learn from each other's mistakes, meaning that a second wave won't get slaughtered the same way as the first.
The overseers left--or died--long ago, and these servitors have been facing each other over and over and over again in team-deathmatch-style trials.
When it is over new servitors will be built by a massive automated machine and placed in the testing grounds to do it all over again.
After thousands of years, the servitors just stand there.
They have figured out everything to do in the testing arena, and every single move made by any of them has a counter move. The best move is to not move at all.
Anyone new entering the testing grounds who--in any way--changes the presence of the battlefield effectively adds in new potentials for the machine spirits, and the deathmatch begins anew.
Any character that tries to disturb the peace by killing a servitor is immediately turned on by all of them. Then the endless war begins again.
>>43521527
>A massive room made for testing the logic of the machine spirits for new combat servitors. They analyze combat as it happens and what is the best way to fight in any given situation.
The room itself is constantly shifting, conforming to multiple scenarios at once after centuries and eons of working out every possible battle scenario.
>>43520198
take this! My love, my agner, and all of my upvotes!
>>43521134
lol
>This room appears to have once been the arboretum of a grand cruiser of some make. Now it is just filled with banana trees. Attempting to pick a banana will result in primates of numerous species coming out of the dense treeline and attacking the explorers until they drop the banana(s).
