"Alright all of you, get your asses back to the Cruiser, I've got -very- important news to tell you about and I ain't telling you over the Vox."
>>46016369
Once the Valk lands were heading back to the ship.
>the Valk is heard in the distance
>>46016441
Ah, so they just wiped yer memory huh? Heh, they needn't have bothered, as much as you drink. I'm Major Garian Lawzom, the Catachan around here. I recall you enjoyed my Lictor whiskey.
>>46016524
Roger that, sir. We're apparently bringing a sister with us for tortu-questioning...
>Smiles beneath the gasmask at the idea of prepparing the interrogation room for questioning.
>>46016599
So who do I have the honor to be talking to?
>>46016240
>A transport rushes to the area, looking around for survivors and clues to what happenned.
>They're really fucking pissed.
>>46016658
Me, Greely and Ron.
>the Valk sets down in the street on top of the corpses.
>>46016709
>Amelia just closes her eyes, nodding. She seems to be quite at ease
This is the same previously unnamed Central.
"Attention all Combat Personnel, we are now at SecCon 4, arm yourselves and move to ready positions."
>This of course means that there are now a LOT more House AND Dynasty Troopers rushing through the halls of the vessel, practicing hand to hand and CQC in the Launch Bays or going over what appear to be mission briefings.
>Even the Armsmen have been issued their heavier weapons, along with doubling patrols.
>>46016707
>sneaking towards the Kent hq.
>gauging strength of their security
>>46016613
Yuo talk too much... But yuo sound like a friend... It would be pleasure to meet yuo. But keep mouth shut. Am not wish redact you from all imperial record... Even more because yuo like me so I was at least nice to yuo. ..
>>46016423
Much obliged Alice. I'll... See yuo later I guess... Yuo have work and I have 7 idiots to watch over.
Also... Keep this... Hush hush... Da?
>he places the deathmask back on his face and turns to leave.
>>46016741
>Ron smiles
That's the right attitude. Everything's fine.
>>46016741
Is there anything that you would like to collect before departure?
>the men move Ron inside and mount up themselves.
Let's go. We're leaving!
>>46016772
Roger central. I prepared some surprises for the engagement. Hahaha!
>>46016707
>>46016781
>One man is informing over radio.
Health care facility B17 is a goner sir. No... I... no. No survivors sir. Yes sir, glory to the greatfather.
>Addressing his squad.
Alright men close the area, no civvies get in. They're sending a watcher, they want to examine this personally.
>>46016801
Heh, you're one to talk, dickhead...
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Rolled 6 (1d20)
>>46016707
>"Lay the bait and reel em in......"
>Guided by the Auspex of the Spotter of Raider 1-1, a Tarantula Sentry Gun fires a pair of mostly unguided rockets at the Transport, while a 'missing' Vandarr is kicked off the opposite roof by another, unconscious at the top....quite dead at the bottom.
>>46016838
Uhuh. There's a sign there, too bad I couldn't record it...
>proceeds deeper
>probing for inconspicuous vents or service doors to go in by
>>46016803
Sure. I mean,after here of dealing with the most corrupted planet in the galaxy, it is refreshing to be surrounded by some loyalist faces.
>>46016814
>she has her flamer pistol and chainsword with her already
No, nothing really. I don't own many things to begin with.
>>46016912
Alright. Get aboard.
>follows you and gets on after everyone is aboard.
MIRANDA! Quit stabbing corpses and let's go.
>>46016854
>The valk pilot that dropped the troops begins evasive mannouvers to avoid the rockets.
HOLY SHIT!
This is Lizard 3 we're under fire! Enemy Unknown!
>>46016954
>hops aboard grinning
well that was a laugh.
>starts to strum as they set off
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RALxOcGAGM&ebc=ANyPxKrg5Gw5G_sIXJDNN_QZfTkXzLNIhn2RZx4b4weId9e7vlJpTbLgnVN2FXJWVvfnO9M6hn4NOl6akhVTGV8W-IHVkCpBeA
>>46016905
>There are two men closing the road so civvies don't come in, they're distracted explaining the reasons why the civs can not pass.
"Look I'm sorry if this is the fastest route man, but a bloody bomb exploded there, we need to make sure no one interferes with our investigations."
>>46016954
>>46016988
>miranda moans and grapple Mot again, following Jackson and the sister to the Valkyrie
>>46016954
>Boards in.
Sir, uh. I am not clear here, radio chatter was blurry; is the sister a prisonner or a guest?
>>46016912
hello my dear
>offers a badly burned metal hand to shake
Larrs, thou most call me pointy on account of my rather dashing ears.
Rolled 16 (1d20)
>>46016955
>"Ach, shouldn't have used rockets against a Valk. Oh well....."
>A different member of the Section pops up on the roof with a much heavier launcher and fires a Laser Guided Missile.
>"Lets see if his maneuvers are as good as his luck......"
>>46017029
As of right now. Guest.
>hits the side of the Valk a few times.
Get us outta here as fast and low as possible. No complications please.
>closes the doors as the Valk takes off.
>>46017052
... well met.
>politely shakes his hand, trying to hide her puzzled look.
>>46017093
I'M HIT!
>The transport proceeds to crash against a building block of the lowerhive, hitting the lower areas of the structure forcing a skyscrapper to collapse upon itself.
>The troops that are around the area quickly rush in to inspect the damage and move the civvies away.
>Arbites and ambulances are also coming.
>>46016989
Hmm. I wonder what they're investigating...
>spots a disused service door behind some overgrown bushes
>pops the lock with ease
>closes door behind him
>proceeds down dark hall
>>46017138
>glares
Don't humor him. He's a fucking xeno.
>>46017096
Roger that. I'll preppare the interrogation tools nonetheless, I heard we're questioning.
>>46017138
>>46017168
err, rude!
>moves with a graceful flourish
tis true! I Larrs Fireheart am I vile Xeno, please don't start shooting I'm very tired.
>>46017161
>You proceed into the ruined building's remains. There are men inspecting the area and covering the corpses remains.
>There appears to be one survivor, it's under a hood and being helped into an armored limo.Picture related for the armored limo
>>46017138
>>46017096
>>46017168
EVERYONE STRAP IN!! We got valks going down from missile fire. Double time it pilot!
Ron don't call allies filthy!
>the men take their seats as Jackson moves Ron to a seat and locks him in
>>46017143
>The Raider elements pack up their gear and blend into the flow of civvies, with their suitable scruffy attire.
>The Platoon, along with the Samaritan and the 'Rovers head back to the Ship all sneeky loik.
"Raider Actual to Central, mission complete, we are RTB at this time, out."
>>46017168
>>46017202
There, he said it aloud, he confessed. Can I burn him with my flamer yet?
>>46017235That isn't us
>>46017235
>>46017235Erm.....I take it they aren't aware it was a Kent Valk then?
>>46017263I know but the pilots would get an alert saying there's missile fire in our AO
>>46017259
>talking behind his hand in a girly voice
no don't burn him he's dreamy.
>>46017300
>Turns around.
Seriously what the fuck is wrong with you and why do the higher ups not allow us to purge the Xeno yet?
Is Mr. Spooky Spetsnaz man still awake?
>>46017259
>>46017300
No. Don't kill him yet.
>smiles
He has good booze.
>>46017233
>use augmetic eye zoom function for better look at survivor
>>46017202
WHAT? A xe-
>>46017235
Missiles?!
>drops on a seat, turning her head toward Jackson
>>46017335
For fucks sake! There's more than alcohol in life! There is chain of command to follow! Enemies to purge! Blood to spill and cities to burn! Why can no one bloody rejoice in those as I do?
Also, have a quick drawing of what Amelia looks like. Nothing exceptional, it is just for reference
>>46017333
well that was rude and I'm not the one running around in a gimp suit, well... not anymore.
>sits next to the sister.
and if you are such a proud and noble man why are you in penal? or do we not ask that?
>>46017348
>His feet are clawed and blue-skinned. He's also quite tall and a bit huchbacked forwards.
>>46017373
>pats a chaotic arm on his shoulder
calm down mate, I like WAAAGHs too
>>46017387
For following orders. I did what I had to do.
>>46017351
>>46017384
Yes, a xeno, and yes, missiles.
>>46017373
There is most certainly more to life than booze. But his booze is very, very good.
>pokes at his wounds
Gary'll probably like you.
>>46017387
>once again glares at Larrs
Get up, your booze isn't THAT good.
>>46017335
this man understands!
>>46017434
you shot a kiddy didn't you, I can spot the kiddy shooters a mile off, why do you think I avoid the Sniper girly
>>46017471
Not shot, and certainly not just one.
>>46017457
Well let not be said that dating Ron Larouqe is a boring experience...
>>46017508
>perks up
Whoa, we're dating? Not that... I'm against it, but you might want to keep that quiet for a little while.
>>46017498
>shrugs
the truth is out there, has anybody got any crisps?
>>46017398
Right...
>counting the guards
>>46017547
What are you talking about?
>>46017602
>7 Armed men with hellguns, one extra driver, they're on lookout as the survivor embarks
>>46017603
don't tell me your kind got rid of crisps... beside nice tits that's all your race had going for you...
>>46017638
Crisps? What the hell? This is a millitary regiment we don't get crisps here!
...
Do we?
>>46017672
>leans in close
we do.
>>46017672
>>46017681
You're welcome.
>>46017545
Right now, I am not sure what we are doing. But if I can get your Inquisitor to do something about Beshk...
Emperor give me strength, I could be waiting to tell them that Holy bloody Terra is being assaulted by the Death Guard and they'd still prance about out there.....
>>46017681
How far have we fallen?
Can't really believe I miss having a Commissar yelling orders at me...
>>46017545
Ron. When we land, you're in charge of Amelia. I have some people to talk to.
>the Valk starts for the hanger
>>46017704
we do have a commissar, sort of... you know the Ork?
>points to the hatt nestled on the Orks head.
>>46017672
No, you don't. Crisps are bad for the discipline. Also everything that may cause enjoyment is reserved for officers only.
>>46017623
Eh, better let this one go.
>eye takes pics
>wait until they leave, go further in
>>46017723
See? The quartermaster understands the ways of real war!
>>46017721
HE'S AN ORK?!
>>46017723
>hides the guitar and begins to whislte
>>46017694
>adjusts himself
Behsk is a shithole right now. We're going to try and fix it, if we can.
>>46017712
You got it.
>>46017723
>>46017742
Do you want the fucking crisps or not?
>>46017726
>The limo easily evacuates the area, there's not much left there, only cinders, rubble and crisped bodies that are being identified.
>>46017742
Stop being astonished with this stuff. It's pretty standard for us.
>the Valk sets down in the hanger
>>46017742
I kan niether konfirm nor deny dem rumours.
>>46017751
I'll 'ave a pack.
>>46017694
>tips kapp
M'lady.
>>46017751
No! You heard the Quartermaster, they're bad for discipline!
>>46017742
This regiment is regulary infested with xenos, but apparently nobody seems to care about this. We can just contain our righteous hatred, until they unavoidably turn against us sooner or later.
>>46017782
>dat was Bob dat was
>>46017782
I'll get you some soon.
>>46017789
Okay, then don't have any. More for us.
>>46017806
Emperor praise someone normal! I bet they will want us to eat non-standard rations during work-hours too!
>>46017751
Well Ron Laroque, I will be pleased to go on an actual date with you if you manage to pull that off!
>>46017782
... Well met, commissar.
...
Isn't the commissar- no, nevermind. Let's hurry.
>hits the switch
>the machine comes to life with a whole lot of weird lights and noises.
"Excellent."
>>46017761
>takes pic of limo's identification plate
>skirts shadows to far door
>further inwe Splinter Cell nao
>>46017882
>There's nothing left here, with the building blown by "a terrorist group" the domains of the Kents on the neighbourhood are none-existent.
>Gets out of her cousin's medbay room, looking for some water.
>>46017912
Damn... guess that was my lead there, fuck!
>sneaks back outside, finds vantage point, looks for the limo
>>46017912
>Somewhere, off in the distance, there is a mighty cry off "REMOVE"
>It is answered by an equally mighty cry of "ADVENT".
>>46017827
>shuffles away muttering
I am a kommystar.
Rolled 23 (1d100)
>>46017957Make a roll against mine to track find them/track them.
>>46017953
>LIX would notice a few extra guards in the Medbay it's self.
>If she left the Medbay to find the water, she would also notice a significantly increased amount of troops moving too and fro.
>>46017994
>Stops a guard.
Trooper... what's going on?
>>46018002
>Salutes.
Heightened security ma'am, all of the equipment are being brought to ready positions and the Troops are being readied.
>>46018073
Why? Something's gone wrong?
>>46018091
You'd need to speak to Central Officer Bradford or Lord-Captain Wellesley ma'am, order came from one of them.
>The Trooper salutes and jogs down the hall to catch up with his Section.
>Arrives to Alice's meeting room.
>Salutes
Radio Operator Corporal Eisen presenting as requested, sir!
>>46018118
>Salutes back and comms Alice as she returns to look after her commatose cousin.
Alice... is everything alright?
>limps down a hallway
Amelia, what the Hell.
>>46018134
>Alice nods and gestures to a seat.
At ease, take a seat, help yourself to some tea, recaf, rations, whatever you wish, we've got some time before the briefing starts.
>>46018154
"There was a bombing in the city lass, a -big- one, but we're not taking any chances, so the boys are on high alert and the gear is ready, just in case."
"I'll say more when everyone's gathered up."
>>46018173
>>46017827
... yes? what is the problem?
>>46018222
>looks at Amelia extremely seriously
Are you a Chaos Sorceress or not?
>>46018215
O-ok...
Take care... call if you need me.
>>46018244
>Amelia stops on her tracks, eyes wide open, giving a long stare at Ron like he has just said that the Emperor was a Ratling.
... What.
Ron Laroque, if this is a joke, it is the worst joke I ever heard.
>>46018244I sense through the Force that Ron will get his shit slapped. I also sense through the Force that Amelia will be upset, asking Loyalists if they happen to be Traitors rarely ends well.
>>46018215
Sir! I'm afraid I'll have to reject the offer, I do not take pleasures during work hours unless granted by official leave, sir!
>Afterwards he does sit. and enter a relaxed stance, not taking his eyes away from the recaff in the table.
>>46018244
Wait I'm confused. She is this Amelia? The one we were hunting?
>>46018296
we 'aven't snatched da wrong one 'av we?
>>46018282
>raises his hands defensively
There's a good reason why I asked that. Same reason why we're here. Now, we've got to go to Greely.
>>46018296
>>46018312
>>46018345
No. Not yet.
I request to know what is happening on this ship. I was told to come and have a discussion with the inquisitors, about, I believed, the current state of Beshk. i do not take such an insinuation lightly.
>>46018378
>sighs
You are here to talk to Inquisitors. Talking about Behsk comes after. Can't tell you anything else until that happens. You're in bigger trouble than you can imagine, and I'm going to get you out of it. I hope.
>>46018378
>Turns to Alice.
Looks like there's some problem with the sister of battle at corridor A-7. The others might take some time to arrive.
>>46018378
don't worry love, I'm sure things will turn out for the best.
>he's smiling at her with a pure an innocent face.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1e0u11rgd9Q
I'm a bit overwhelmed
>>46018312
>>46018345
Lets just roll with it, but prepare for combat.
>>46018432
>>46018437
>glares at both
I will personally strangle you both with each other's intestines if you so much as breathe wrong.
>>46018414
Trouble? Again, Ron Laroque? What did you put me into this time!?
>>46018437
>as you say the word "love" you feel Miranda's teeth biting on your ear
What a naughty boy, telling that stuff t-to other girls...
>>46018477Eisen is not there, he's with Alice waiting for the meeting she announced at thread start to commence
Maintain radio silence if you're only going to use it to threat me, Blank.
>moves about the ship, making rounds to pass the time.
>>46018489
>turning to kiss her, he giggles.
you know I only have eyes for you.
>>46018432
Ach to the Warp with it, I'll be out a few minutes to get my Captain's uniform back, you're free to do....whatever, drink some caf if you want, you seem engrossed with it enough.
>Alice stands and ducks out the room, heading towards her quarters.
>>46018489
>>46018477
>>46018463
>Her route to her quarters taking her towards this group, upon seeing which her right hand reflexively goes for her holster.
>Bearing in mind she looks less Interrogator or Captain and more heavily armoured Ensign at the moment.
>>46018528
Of course...
>you find her knife before your left eye
Otherwise, I would pick them off!
>>46018535
>amelia keeps arguing with the guardsmen, but stops as she sees you. Her mouth opens and her eyes widen, but only for a second, after which she turns to slap Ron on the face
>>46018535
>As Alice leaves the meeting room Eisen stares at the recaff, wondering to himself an existential doubt:
Does that mean I have permit to drink it during work-hours or was it an order indirectly telling me to drink it?
...
Is this some kind of test to prove my loyalty?
>He would stay there watching the recaff cup for a long set of minutes, thinking.
>>46018558
not if I cover you in kisses before you can stab me.he's a braver man than I
>>46018489
Actually, this is trouble you got yourself into. By existing.
>>46018506
>gets really close to his radio
I will have you taken to the airlock, shot like the dog you are, and then ejected into the cold vacuum of space. I'm an agent of the fucking Inquisition, and that means you don't tell me to shut up. Unless you feel like being dead. Really, really dead.
>>46018535
>halfheartedly salutes
Got her, boss. We going to see Greely?
>>46018615
How dare you insult me like this!
>slaps his face with a power-armored hand
>>46018609
>The usual Armsman appears, seemingly precisely as needed and slowly walks around the table into Eisen's field of vision.
>Or until he is heard and Eisen turns around, that works too.
You're allowed to drink it, you aren't going to get your head torn off lad.
The Officer's are all good ones here, if a bit informal compared to what you might know, go on, enjoy it.
>The Armsman walks out the door into the corridor and promptly.....'vanishes'.
>>46018615
As an agent of the Ordo Malleus you're out of the chain of command, this regiment belongs to Verasii and the Ordo Xenos, unless your actual rank -is- interrogator or higher, you have no rights to order me nor any Tyberian trooper for that matter.
>>46018672
>feels his jaw unhinge
Ah. Aht huht.
>>46018679
>Looking at the direction the Armsman came out of he wonders if this was a vision or an hallucination caused by his temptation.
>He stares back at the recaff.
Fuck it my shift ends in 2 minutes anyways.
>>46018711
It is educational.
>>46018604
>Well that wasn't the reaction Alice was expecting.
>Instead, all she does is freeze with her hand on her Holster. undecided as to whether she should draw the weapon.
>>46018615
>>46018672
>>46018711
U-uh....we'll be able to speak with Greely after the meeting, if anyone actually arrives.....
>Alice is left even more confused over what to do as the slapping continues.
>>46018734
must admit I'd love you to educate me next.
>>46018734
>pops his jaw back in
I shouldn't be this erect right now.
Just so you know, whoever's doing amelia, greely's device will determine whether or not this amelia has traveled through time or is a result of temporal fuckery
>>46018689
"Calm down corporal, the ordos are more like cliques and interest groups than actual divisions."
"Now if you'll come this way, Amelia, i need you to stand in the middle of this machine while I ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."
>>46018779
Sir!
>Once again he'd salute despite he's talking over the radio, old habits never die.
>>46018763
>>46018765
>is very tempted to purge both
>and not the sexy kind of purge, the hot one. LITERALLY hot.
>>46018758
... Is anything wrong trooper?
Forgive me. I kind of lost my cool, and I shouldn't have had.
>>46018779"Whoever".
Who do you think it is?
>>46018779
Even if she is from the past she would still be an unsanctioned psyker. I advise to knock her out and hand her over to the Inquisitor imediatley.
>>46018779
>>46018823
>concerned, Ron looks at Greely
You sure this is safe?
>>46018823No fucking clue, i don't pay much attention to the steam group
>>46018851
I'm not entirely sure about that. Jackson can do a Psyker Aptitude test later.
>>46018860
Totally harmless, It just measures responses and evaluates personality for chronological deviations.
>>46018823
Tro- Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh.
>Alice removes her hand from the Holster and bows awkwardly.
N-nothing wrong Mi'Lady, just wasn't expecting to see a Sister on the Vessel is all.
I suppose I should change into my actual uniform, an old friend didn't believe I actually used to be a Guardsman.
>Alice bows again and ducks past the group to her quarters.
>She would return again once more dressed as a Lord-Captain on the way back to the meeting room.
>>46018904... do I ask "who plays greely" every time greely walks in? Why would anyone but you play greely? What the hell are you on about?
>>46018904Anna/Amelia/Mirandaanon is, as always.
>Walks into the room with a cup of recaff on his hand... oddly still wearing his gasmask
>Shift ended 2 minutes ago, he's allowed to drink the recaff if he wants to.
"If you'll just step this way I can get this test over and done with, and you can go on your merry way."
>Mot is trying VERY hard to teach the guitar to Bob who plucks weakly before handing it back, practising his vocals and showing off Mot starts to play.
>Larrs just flicks his flamer on and off.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLK4oaXUuLg&ebc=ANyPxKqoDyahsQfJLGnOcyxzo1Vyu8kYdSf0SS0kSYBehF-_TWw_lWFdQT8hFYanogHqYa47ACC4Q50o2CPXerFI9N7K6002ww
>>46018611
>giggling, she hugs him
Hey Mot, uhm, c-can I ask you s-something...I completely missed this post, sorry
>>46019064
>stops playing to smile at her
sure thing.please don't hurt the Mot
>>46018925
Don't worry, trooper.
>weird chick.
>cute though... mh. She looks familiar.
>>46019018
... the emperor protects.
>steps in it. It doesI don't know what this thing does. How does it work?
>>46019128
>looks very nervous
Good luck. Really hoping you don't die.
>>46019090
W-well c-can I, mh, s-sleep into your room for a while?
>>46019128
I do believe we're not questioning her then?
>Really annoyed to have brought out his torture tools for nothing.
I'll just... go back to the meeting room, waiting for the meeting...
>>46019158
you err, don't sleep with a weapon do you?
>he eyes the knife nervously.
>>46019128
>'Lizzie' walks back along the corridor dressed very much as the Rogue Trader she 'is'.....or rather she is disguised as.
Ma'am.....
>trails off at the unusual equipment Greely has.
Erm....what is -that-?
>>46019128greely asks questions, and it measures certain automatic responses to determine whether or not you are a time traveler or product of temporal shenanigans
"Ok, First question. You are approached by a frenzied Mechanicus adept, who yells, "I'm going to put my quantum harmonizer in your photonic resonation chamber!" What's your response?"
>>46019156
>>46019173
>>46019243
Whatever it is, milady, is not doing anything.
>indeed the machine is buzzing quietly and nothing else.
>Jackson seems to be directing the paroles away from a certain hallway with clsims of maintenance as his troops block close off the hallway with blast doors. As something is moved through it.
>>46019209
Well I d-do... but w-why, is it a p-problem? W-what if they attack me in t-the night? P-please, just for once, I am t-tired of s-sleeping in my d-damn room...please?
>Shuffling along the corridors, camoline covered carapace armor helping him blend into the background, literally looking more like a walking blob of wall than man until you looked him in the face. He spies Alice and Greely with the other woman in a room he was passing by, pausing to peek inside with a raised brow.
>>46019244
I'd punch him, or hit him with my sword. Whatever he said looks pretty intimidating, there is obviously something off with such a techpriest. Probably an hereti, hogging archeotech for himself
>>46019319
sure thing sweetie, only I'm the big spoon.
>nuzzling close to her he starts to play
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV4B4Y6Cr28
>>46019313
>As with the previous strange occurrence, the redirected Troopers Vox this one into Central, correctly finding it odd that Drop Troopers are performing maintenance on their vessel, especially given it's status as an RT ship.
>>46019337Also sup Initiate bro, how you been?
>>46019244
>>46019354
I'm liking that response.
>>46019381
Thank you! T-the chains w-were starting the get unbearable, and I did not even have room to turn around a bit...
>>46019243
"One of the surviving secrets of the Ordo Chronos. Kind of a rush job, though."
>>46019294
>>46019354
"Huh. Nothing."
"Next question. Congratulations! Your convent has formed a blood bowl team, and you've made it on the roster. Which position do you play?"
>>46019428
wait... chains? where did you sleep Miranda?
>>46019398Breakin' my back for the man and his system. aka telling people to turn things off and on until shit works again.
>>46019354
>Grins as he slips inside along the wall, doing his damnedest to stay quiet.
>>46019398
>Techpriests are running about in the corridor closing blast doors to block sight all the way to the cargo hold as the droptroops stop people from opening them again until whatever is inside is no longer in sight.
>>46019244
>"This is no way to question prisoners, where's the torture and the fingernail removal?"
>>46019471
D-do you w-want to see?
>>46019514
well I'm not going to refuse.
>>46019445
Blood... bowl? I am not familiar with this game, but I guess forward? Or whatever the offensive players go? I remember playing some thing involving a ball when I was a kid...
>>46019544
"Interesting."
"Next Question. Oh, no! You've been exposed to radiation, and a mutated hand has grown out of your stomach! What's the best course of treatment? "
>>46019538
>guides you all the way to her room, at the end of a dark corridor in the lowest level of the quarters
Inquisitor Verasii gave my key to Lady Anna, but she is not in the shape t-to do anything now, b-but Lord Greely had a copy, l-luckily. I t-took Anna's key for now...
>she opens the door to reveal...
>more than a room, it looks like a coffin. There is a mattress lying on the ground, and it occupies the whole length of the "room". Chains with leather cuffs are bolted to the wall, you count at least nine.
I am n-not allowed to g-go around when we are n-not in mission.
>>46019493Sounds sucky, also Mercenary Marine bro was busy but if CXLIX is around tomorrow then he'll be able to study the mystical of "Fightan for Shinies"....in theory at least
>>46019496
>Most curious and definetly reported.
>Questions are gonna be asked fo sho.
>>46019445
Um.....okay then.....sounds.....'fancy'.
>>46019586
A chainsword to my throat and then burn the corpse.
>Amelia looks at greely defiantly
>>46019586
>Motionless in the background as he listens to the questioning, thinking back on how familiar these questions seem to him all of a sudden.
>>46019586
The Uplifting Primer is clear on this subject. The Emperors Mercy has to be delivered immediatley to those touched by mutation.
>>46019618
>taking the opertunity he pulls her close and kisses her cheek.
hello.
>>46019662
Agreed.
>>46019648
"Ok. Last Question. Who is indisputably the most important person in the Imperium of Man: He who shelters us from the harshness of the xeno and daemon, and to whom we owe everything we have, including our lives?"
>>46019648
>smiles and give Amelia a thumbs-up
>>46019674
He-hello...
>she says shyly
What's all of a sudden?
W-well now you s-see my room... ehm, the chains go here and here...
>touches her neck, arms, wrists, legs and feet in quick succession
>>46019496
>eventually they reach cargo hold #2. You would only know this because any cameras inside went offline for several minutes. After a while the cameras return to the cargo hold and the hallway. Several dozen drop troop recruits are stationed inside cargo hold #2 and outside it.
>>46019713
>>46019716
If I was in the mood for humorous comments, and I usually am, I would make some silly joke involving the tau empire, but I am NOT. So I'd just ask you if there is anything that doesn't know who is the God-Emperor of mankind and why we serve him in life and most importantly in death.
>>46019777
"Alright. Just let the machine process the results.."
"and.."
>>46019718
>following her hands he kisses her neck and then wrists before running his hands through her hair to boop his nose against hers.
you're a cute... and the chains stay here.
>>46019777
>Blurry thumbs up.
>>46019777
>quickly pumps his arm in approval
Cha-ching.
>>46019816
>Impatiently holding his flamer hoping he can purge something at long last.
>>46019819
D-don't you think w-we should m-move t-to, ehm. y-your room for... mh... eheh...
A-anyway! Ah! T-there was somthing this morning, in y-your room...
>>46019713
>>46019777
>"Lord-Captain Wellesley, it seems that something is happening within one of the Cargo Holds."
"Thank you Bradford, I'll take care of it...."
Excuse me Greely, Ron, ma'am, it appears that there is some sort of trouble.
I do believe you're....loyal.
>Alice bows at the assembled group and takes off for the armoury, to fetch her currently favoured weapons, the Pulse Carbine, Chainsword -The Eldar one- and Bolt Pistol, along with a complement of Troops.
>>46019756
>heads in the direction of the Cargo Hold with some 39 men following her, all more heavily armed than armoured than she is.
>>46019849
"Calm down. Even if we get a positive, that doesn't necessarily mean purge."
>awaits results
>>46019892
>>46019823
>>46019840
My loyalty is beyond doubt, milady.
>>46019882
I think that's a very good ide-
>his eyes narrow
you were in my room?
>>46019928
I agree, no matter what the result is.
>>46019920
Oh... Damn...
>His mood got completely killed.
>>46019892
>Watches Alice hurry out, against his best interest, he slips out and follows her, tripping as he stubbed his toe against the edge of the door.
"Vel'ok thil!" He cursed loudly as he scrambled to his feet. Looks up and follows her anyways. "Ma'am you seem busy. Need extra muscle?"
>>46019945
I b-brought my sack t-there... s-sorry. I-if I put it here, where would have I slept!?
>>46019970
>Alice, is as startled as much by the swearing as by the sudden appearance of the Astartes.
>Half the Troops following her are shocked in much the same way.
It....would certainly be appreciated Mi'Lord, I need to get to the bottom of whatever is going on aboard this ship.
Do you require any additional weaponry? We have....a lot of things in the armoury.
>>46019892
>Jackson seems to be instructing some men with the drop troops fortifying the room
>>46019992
don't mention it
>slipping his hand in hers he smiles,
let's get to my room then?
"Inconclusive? What the fuck."
"Ok. So we still don't know if she's the result of chronological shenanigans or not. That would actually have been the least complicated answer."
"Alright, you can go. But I may want to run other tests later, and I'm sure Jackson will want to see you at some point.
>>46020053
>Pulls his shotgun from the hidden holster around his back.
A man of Saer'rio is ready for anything. I'll bring up the rear.
>>46020078
O-ok...
>>46020083
Wait! What is this thing? Tests? "At some point"? I believe I should be informed of whatever is going on!
Sir... Maybe we should try traditiinal questioning?
I used to make heretics talk with ease in my old regiment's torture chambers, just leave her with me for a pair of hours and she'll tell everything she knows!
>Probably not a good idea to do that.
>>46020099
>checked
>taking her hand he leads her to his own private quarters, since the others got sick of his playing he got moved to his own small room.
here we are, would you like a drink?
>>46020126
"Go ask Alice."
>>46020083
We really let her run around the ship while we have not the slightest clue who or what she really is?
>>46020054
>>46020087
Thank you Mi'Lord, let us do some investigating.
>As the motley assortment of House and Dynasty Troopers nears the bay, the first and second ranks produce their boarding shields and form a 'wall' in the corridor, with the rest taking cover behind both it and in doorways.
JACKSON! Get your ass out here and explain this nonsense this bloody minute!
>It would seem that Alice already isn't aumsed.
>>46020171
"Laroque will be with her at all times."
>>46020126
>>46020167
Yeah, let's go talk to the boss. I mean, she gets the last word. On whether or not you die. Which I hope does not happen because I am really hoping that we can help Behsk.
>smiles disingenuously
>>46020167
I believe I would rather leave immediately. Maybe you find this all fun, but the people of beshk need the guidance of the Imperium, and sure you are not the ones who can giv it to them.
>>46020202
I DIE? What in the warp is... ohhh, I get it now. You must be some weird Inquisitorial sect, like some obscure radical faction. Where do you keep the daemonhosts and your eldar advisers, Laroque?
>>46020259
>rolls his eys
>muttering under his breath
I'm still here.
>>46020153
I d-don't drink. Forgive me.
... What is t-this anyway?
>points to the golden item below the pillow
>meanwhile, the sack full of body parts is still there...
>>46020202
Stick close to her. If I see anything that looks somehow like a Deamon I will gut you personally.
>>46020259
>Almost chuckles at "eldar advisors", thinking about Larrs.
>>46020259
>looks genuinely offended
Where do you get off saying I like daemons? I'll have you know I brag about punching a Keeper of Secrets in the face whenever I can. Xenos... I tolerate. Out of necessity.
>>46020271
>turns to Larrs
Nobody fucking likes you, xeno!
>>46020294
>throws his hands up in the air
Oh, sure, everyone assume the guy who pretended to side with the Sorcerer would let the maybe-sorceress go full Warp-fuckery!
>>46020290
>his blood runs cold
it's old, very old...
>picking up the crucifux he slips the chain around his neck.
it represents his sacrifice, that he died and was reborn for us
>he's trying very hard to make it sound like he's not talking about something VERY heretical.
>>46020259
"I'm a Recongregator, if it's all the same to you."
>>46020333
You did what with who?!
>Need to purge intensifying
>>46020353
... he, the Emperor? W-weird symbol y-you got of him. I always t-thought he w-was... bigger.
>>46020333
No, but your Pariah mutant whatever stuff is the thing that has the best chance of preventing a full blown warp incursion.
>>46020391
he's so much bigger than us but he's also a man, you understand?
>he sits next to her and smiles warmly.
>>46020333
>>46020358
Well I guess even if I wanted I couldn't go away. I am your prisoner now, Inquisition. Good job capturing a lone adepta, it must have been very difficult!
>smirks looking at Greely
I'd like to be shown to my cell then.
>>46020430
Kind of? I d-don't know much about religion. G-god emperor knows if m-my father t-tried to t-teach me but...
>she lays down on the bed, smiling
It is s-so comfortable...
>>46020404
>looks confused
Thank you? I guess?
>>46020433
>exasperated, Ron starts to go down the hall
Not taking you to a cell. Taking you to the boss. Then, you can sleep in my room. I've got other places to sleep. Sort of.
>>46020460
>allowing the conversation to pass he smiles and lays next to her.
it's very comfortable.
>>46020195
>Busies himself as rear guard to the retinue, fiddling with his grenade pouch, keeping a pair ready for flinging.
>>46020470
Speaking of your boss. Shouldn't there be a meeting about something important she had to say happenning like around an hour ago?
>>46020481
It is t-the most comfortable I have e-ever slept on s-since Oblivia...
W-why are you here, M-mot?
>>46020358
>shambles in
>covered in blood
Ugh... well wasn't able to get great results, but I got something of proof.
>uploads data from his augmetic
I'd have chased him, but got unlucky and had to fight off their guards. Got their information here...
Now I'm going up to the ship to take a break.sorry to dissappear, needed a nap
>>46020195
Alice. What can I do for you?
>his troops stop mid fortification and wait for orderssorry I had to step away for a bit. But I'm back now.
>>46020470
... I shall see your boss then. Make it quick.
>follows him, a grim look on her face
>>46020554
>he sighs
my regimment died... I'm the last of the bloody magpies, so they shipped me off here because it was easier than filling in paper work.
>he's crying slightly.
I miss them.
>>46020562
"Well, at least one of us had a successful day."
>>46020527
That would be such a massive waste of my time I will not even consider it.
>>46020571
Yeah. Right. Good.
>starts walking
This is going to go very well. Guaranteed.
>gets on the vox
Ma'am, you there? Need your location.
>>46020562
>The Armsman, as is his habit of appearing precisely where needed stands at the entrance to the ship.
>He tosses Gary a pack of -good- Lho's, a bottle of something incredibly alcoholic and a takeout box that when opened, holds his favourite meal.
>along with some painkillers.
Err....I think you might have trudged through the aftermath of the Raiders handiwork, their info, together with yours will be pretty damning.
>>46020620
You don't say? That bad huh?
>>46020594
M-many of my regiment t-too died, and that's why I am here t-too...
>though better not say who killed them!
>Miranda comes closer to him, hugging Mot again
>>46020708
>embracing her he wipes away the tears.
this is nice, ya know?
>>46020569
W-what can you do? You fuck around with the Medbay, you fuck around with the security cameras, you fuck around with the Cargo Hold and are apparently fortifying it. All this without even mentioning it or asking once! What you can do is tell me what you're up to, tell me what you've got in there, tell me why it's in there and then you'll as me to allow it onboard. And do be honest.
>Alice is now even less pleased.
>>46020515
I....appreciate your support Mi'Lord. I just hope it shall not be necessary.
>>46020750
>gets on the vox again
You there, boss? I've got Amelia, we're trying to find you.
>>46020644
>a bit taken aback
Uh, thanks... what's this, Drookian scotch? Carapasian mastodon steak? With fresh horseradish? And Fortunate Hits? Not bad, kid, not bad...
>>46020724
Yes, it is. E-everyone else is f-frightened of m.me, t-they p-put me in a c-cage. I d-din't mind, r-really... until now.
>>46020644
>>46020800
And even 2000 miligram tabs of megaoxycodyne? Did I get another promotion or something?
>>46020824
well you'll be safe with me.
>he's struggling to keep his eyes open.
>>46020800
I have made a habit of being incredibly competent at my job, whatever it happens to be.
And do not worry, I believe we shall soon be sent to war against the Genestealers of this planet....and it shall be extensive.
I also have a Medkit here if you would prefer to avoid the Medical Bay.
>>46020645
"I tried to build a device that would determine whether or not this Amelia was a time traveler. Didn't work."
>Holds up a sheaf of Ordo Chronos ramblings.
"It just works" My ass.
>>46020750
Worry not.
>>46020860
S-so you want t-to sleep or...?
>>46020863Forgot to add >The Armsman shrugs modestly and crosses his arms over his chest.
>>46020750
If you must know I'm holding cargo until we get back to the penance to do what I need to. I'm sorry I didn't wan you the deal was on a knife edge already. It's a dark Eldar Talos. Currently it's deactivated but in case it turns on for some reason I stationed men to stop it.
>a small ship docks permitting a single passanger to disembark
>thick and heavy black boots march across the empty corridors as the grizzled commissar makes his way to the bridge.
