>My name is Michael Westen.
>I used to be an Inquisitor, until...
>"You've been declared Excommunicate Traitoris. You're blacklisted."
>When you're excommunicated, you've got nothing: no cash, no credit, no job history. You're stuck in whatever hive-city they decide to dump you in. You do whatever work comes your way. You rely on anyone who's still talking to you: a trigger happy ex-girlfriend; an old friend who used to inform on you to the Adeptus Arbites; family too—if you're desperate.
>Bottom line: Until you find out who excommunicated you, you're not going anywhere.
I would watch this.
I would enjoy the shit out of this
>>47230481
FUND IT. I would watch this until the DVDs melted.
>In M41, a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade into the depths of space. Today, still wanted by the Imperium, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if nobody else can help, and if you can find them, then maybe you can hire...The A-Team.
>When you're excommunicated, you've got nothing: no cash, no credit, no job history. You're stuck in whatever hive-city they decide to dump you in.
...they let you live?
>>47231119
Given how the actual show went, it's likely the Inquisitors would have some big series-spanning secret purpose for Michael that requires him to stay alive.
>>47231119
It was more like he was on assignment and got all his resources cut off and no connections to call on.
>sergeant i didn't get to shoot heretics
>did your recruiting officer tell you you'd get to shoot heretics?
>fuck-a he did
>see trombley asked about shooting heretics. i asked about xeno pussy. guy told me i would get to go to tau-land and get all kinds of strange.
>>47231335
>what'd you ask about brad?
>brad probably saw that vox commercial, the one with the knight who fucks up the daemon and turns into an ultramarine
>>47231335
>>47231349
>wooh, blue power armor with a chainsword
>haha fucking blue power armor commercial got so many fucking guys.
>>47231365
>now look at us!
>trombly hasn't killed any heretics
>i'm half a galaxy away from good tau pussy
>and colbert is rolling around fuckbutt ironhelm, hunting for daemons in flak armor that smells like 4 weeks of piss and ballsweat!
>>47231119
Well the way it worked in Burn Notice they just cut him loose and then leave him for all his enemies and shit, basically letting things sort themselves out.
Incidentally, this happens to Eisenhorn in the third book. Eisenhorn Book 3 is basically Warhammer 40k: Burn Notice
And we all remember how that ended.
>>47231119
I would assume that you fucked up hard, but we're found to have merely been lacking not corrupt or malicious. Maybe your mission was a technical success but there was collateral damage that could have been avoided.
Let's say there was another Inquisitor working on a related case and you were new (so not privy to secrets they would kill to keep) and fucked him over somehow. Killed his target that had information on a cult while investigating for Xenos influence on a border world. Let's say you thought he was just smuggling Tau medical technology into the slums to heal people too poor to afford it otherwise, but was actually using this to spread a nurglite plague.
When you killed him, you killed the link between the smugglers and the Cult, resulting in the Cult advancing their plans and triggering the plague while you tracked down the smugglers. The other Inquisitor loses his team as their cover is blown because the guy you killed was a noble and you had to use your Inquisitorial authority first to see him and second to not fight the local forces.
Turns out the Governor had also been using Tau tech for his sick daughter, and so you usurped his position putting you in charge when shit hit the fan. The disruption of the command structure resulted in the plague spiraling out of control.
You managed to contain it, barely, but the other Inquisitor had called in reinforcements and took over right as the tides were turning. Pissed, and with many more guns, he relieved you of command and finished the purge of the unclean.
You were summoned and held to be responsible for the whole mess through abuse of authority, but your actions in technically stopping the smuggling and containing the plague got it knocked down from technically being traitorous abuse to merely incompetent use.
You are returned to your home hive and disgraced, your minor nobility family quietly tucks you away to "supervise" a warehouse with a small stipend.
>>47231533
>I would assume that you fucked up hard, but we're found to have merely been lacking not corrupt or malicious.
That wouldn't be been declared Excommunicate Traitoris though. OP WAS WRONG!But it's okay.
>>47231533
So here you are. Born to lead, trained to investigate and fight the enemies of the Imperium with the authority to order around anyone in the Imperium and request whatever you think you might need in your duty. From esoteric weapons, to specialists from Imperial factions, to troops to command.
Wasting your days not even signing off on anything for the pretense of running the warehouse as the actual supervisor is doing that. Receiving enough money to feed yourself and dress in a fashion appropriate to your station, but shunned by your family. Your friends from before have distanced themselves from you as politically you're toxic to be associated with. Common people are also avoiding you as a noble even though they don't know that you've been disgraced, there's an unbreachable class barrier.
You've already gone through being constantly drunk, getting wasted alone in the home you've been put up in. No servants or callers, arguing with imaginary judges over points of your trial you felt were dismissed. Coming up with justifications for how you couldn't have known. Plotting elaborate fantasies alternating between revenging yourself on your judges and the other Inquisitor, and somehow finding glory or unveiling a conspiracy and redeeming yourself. Saving the day and being lauded as a hero.
>>47231563
The betrayal was being incompetent, and failing the Emperors trust in him.
Slowly though you begin to accept your position. You no longer rail against your situation, waking up one day covered in vomit and sleeping on empty amsec bottles and seeing the mirror you smashed when you realized an argument you were making about taking the authority because you were the only one who could be trusted with it was also why ultimately you were found wanting and broke down crying. Seeing yourself in the mirror and wearing clothing not of an Inquisitor and smashing it.
You begin to train again. Empty without your anger and having faced your guilt, it's the only productive thing you can think of. Searching for something else to do, with your training in recognizing xenos influence you realize you had also been extensively educated in various cultures and styles of Imperial world's including art. With the remainder of your stipend previously spent on amsec you acquire a small collection of tools and begin making art. Small figurines of heroes you admired. Brave men you met on your rise to being an Inquisitor. Reproductions of other statues exalting the glory of the Imperium and mankind's place above xenos and degenerates.
Ultimately this results in the supervisor noticing the unused office housing the better pieces of work. Since he's also keeping an eye on you, he approves of your new direction and the pious nature, reporting it to your family along with his usual updates.
Over the next year you show surprising aptitude for art, working on a memorial for those you failed and the lives lost while continuing to create replicas of other works seen across the Imperium. Less famous ones now but ones that you found particularly inspiring even if they weren't as recognized.
One of your old friends happens to hear about your new direction, and surprisingly contacts you.
>>47231783
A family friend and business partner, he was storing some exotic food at the warehouse you've been quartered at. Acquired to be the centerpiece of a feast celebrating his recent acquisition of a lucrative trade contract, he saw some of your work and recognized the quality of the replicas, but was intrigued by the figurines carved by the same hand. Surprised to see a few people he knew among them, acting out a raid against a mutant enclave he hard taken part in with you, he discovered that you were the artist. Curious despite himself he insisted on seeing your other work and so the supervisor showed him the office with its now myriad little clutter of replicas sculpted by you.
Turns out he saw one that was of a familiar design, an variant pattern of the Machine God worshipped by mars, distinctly different from the local cults.
The design it turns out, discussing why he finally sought you out, he remembered as seeing during a foray into the Underhive. An abandoned factory complex, aged machinery lying about, long ago scavenged and now left with only rusted wrecks, he had been part of a party of nobles hunting mutants in the area. The factory had appeared plebian at the time, unremarkable in scale, except for the presence of this symbol being found when they broke into the offices.
They had ended up trapping the degenerate leader in the personal quarters of whomever had last run the factory. There they had faced a nasty surprise, the mutants had somehow managed to reactivate a defensive turret. More concerned with the sudden actual risk to their sport, they were less concerned with why it was there or how it had been repaired opposed to deactivating it again, with firepower.
The mutant leader was found frantically searching the private rooms for something when they caught him and, enraged at being shot at by the turret, summarily shot him.
>>47231928
At the time, he was more interested in returning with the others to celebrate their hunt and brag. He had actually even caught a round from the turret and was now no longer angry from the scare but wanting to show off the scar in his armour, something sure to convince a woman to comfort the brave hero. At the time it happened it was the first time he had ever been shot by something that could even mark his armour and in his fear and anger at such a close call he had been the one to go up to the turret and unload a clip into it even after it had been disabled. That was when he saw the unusual sign of the Omnissiah first, and he saw it a few more times in the personal quarters and was extra wary for another surprise.
Until now, it had just been a curious memory. A youthful adventure, not even a mystery but a detail that popped up when talking about his youth.
But now, seeing it on a titan, on a sculpture replicated from another planet!
Such an unusual thing might be more than just coincidence. The Mechanicum is jealous of their position, and just as factionalized as any other Imperial organization. Technically factory was most definitely not scaled for production of titans or other machines of war, but the Underhive was ancient and this planet had not always been a proud member of the Imperium. As well, everyone knew tales of lost technology, wonders produced that were kept shrouded in secrecy. Even the smallest scrap of technology or information could be valuable, and something relating to the Titans, the pinnacle of the mighty machines that fought for the Imperium, could be precious just for existing alone even if it was broken or minor.
Since you were the one to have seen it before, and where just here wasting away, no one would be bothered if he went scavenging. No attention would be paid, possibly drawing competition or letting the local machine cult catch wind and investigate themselves taking any reward when instead it could be sold to them.
>>47232077
Who knows, you might even find a measure of glory or redemption. Something to be known for instead of your disgrace.
At the very least, it would be a service to the Imperium rather than doing nothing. A chance to act again.
>>47230481
>>47231102
I love it. Good job Anons.
>>47231119
This: >>47231228
They didn't CAPTURE him and then release him, they basically said "he's out there somewhere, and we can't easily get to him, so let's make sure everyone he meets wants to fuck him over"
>>47231335
>>47231349
>>47231365
>>47231377
>Generation Kill
My niggah
Hey guys whats going on in this thread?
>>47232629
Leave
>>47231349
>>brad probably saw that vox commercial, the one with the knight who fucks up the daemon and turns into an ultramarine
actually lost my shit
>>47231533
>>47231685
>>47231783
>>47231928
>>47232077
Please continue anon. This could become a really good story.
>>47230481
>be careful around yogurt
>it could be
>a bawmb
>>47230481
>When you're excommunicated
...you are simply put to death. Not dropped off somewhere.
>Excommunicate Traitoris.
Same as above, except replace "simply" with "horribly".
>>47234322
>a bawmb
Truly heretical Ork technology must underway if it is a "bawmb". It is strange though,that the Ordo Xenos hasn't heard about any "bawmbs" in this area.
