Brother Conraad inspected the curious weapon. At first glance the bolt pistol seemed no different from any other of its kind from the Legion Manufactorum. Standing at his workbench he connected a mechandrite to the neuro-interface, and a score of machinery powered up around him. A pict screen lit up to his right, displaying equipment status.
He held the pistol up with one of his manipulator arms, and a number of scanner arrays turned towards the object, probing it with beams of light, manipulator fields, and perform ultrasonic and a variety of other scans. They assessed the object's shape, size, weight, tried to identify its material, assembly points, and moving components.

Brother Conraad watched the pict display in disbelief, as the scan results were listed in a rolling column of text. The scanner's machine spirit returned no matches with any records in the Armoury Data-vault regarding of the weapon's material. All attributes suggested some sort of metallic alloy, similar to plasteel, but its pattern seemed like the cell structure of living tissue, as if the weapon have not been forged, but grown. Also, there were no clearly distinguishable separate components or visible assembly points, looking like it was moulded from one piece, the magazine being the part of the pistol, just as much as its barrel.
He held up the weapon. It felt comfortable in his hand. The machine spirit of his armour connected with that of the pistol, instantly displaying the ammo counter on his visor display.
"It shouldn't be possible." he muttered to himself. Brother Conraad was no stranger to daemonic weapons, but this exceeded everything he has ever seen.
He felt a stinging sensation in his palm, and heard a static noise for a second. He shook his head, and turned from his workbench, and walked towards the test firing chamber.

You stalk through the Lower Decks glancing back every now and then, half expecting scitarii troopers charging you from every shadow, but after a while you calm down and realize you're alone in the maze of corridors.
You look at your hands, noticing the twin gunbarrels proturding from your clenched fists. As you stare at them in disbelief they slowly retract in your gauntlet, that ripples and flows around the muzzles like molten wax, slowly resetting in the gauntel's original form.
You hear a sound of static and the voice of brother Solonis sounds in your head.
"Brother Acherus, report."

YAAAAY! Obliterator Quest!

Brother Conraad put the pistol back at the workbench, picking up a data slate instead, thumbed the activation rune and the display lit up, and he scrolled through the listed entries, walking towards the Armoury Storage.
He connected a mechandrite to the terminal in the wall and the doors slided open. As he disconnected he noticed a slight twitch in the manipulator arms of his servo-harness. He heard the scratching sound again. Stopping for a second he looked down at the data-slate again, noticing he held the bolt pistol... He turned back looking in the direction of the workbench where he remembered leaving it, only seeing an inactive data slate there.

You report your status to Solonis and hear his voice again.
"I reported the incident at the Waste Processors to the Warsmith." he says, then after a pause "He'd like to have a word with you. Now."

***

PART 5 STARTS FROM HERE:

You get on a turbo-lift and ascend to the upper decks. As you wait for the pod to reach your destination you inspect your reflection in the silver surface of the elevator door. Your face is a scarred mess, your once noble features ruined by decades of constant warfare, and the numerous conflicts of the day. The warpfire of the Horrors you fought, after taking on brother-librarian Kerberos, left you with several new burn marks all over your face, where the daemonic blood splattered over you. You see the skin cracked, peeling off in white flakes, a metallic grey showing under, where you'd expect the pink of flesh.
Your armour is scorched and bent in several places. The breastplate is badly damaged, missing chunks of ceramite, where bolter hits failed to penetrate, and exploded on the surface. On your left side there is a large hole, where a lucky shot got you, and shattered a couple of ribs. There is no blood, but you feel a stabbing pain every time you move.
Your left shoulder pad has been punched through by a plasma bolt, burning through your flesh, and the blackened hole is still smoking, but the numbness in your arm has passed at least.
You inspect a strange vertical line on your breastplate, and remember the tech-marine, brother Conraad attempting to ease you of your armouru with a plasma cutter, when you got into a heated debate, involving you shooting in his workshop. The sides of the cut seem to have grown narrow, like a healing wound.

You check your wargear. You have a plasmagun, and a bolter with you. On your waist, hangs a sheathed combat knife on your weapon belt.

(Alright, since it caused much confusion, you have limited abilities. You were able to absorb your bolt pistol, and your chainsword, but had no success with your bolter and your plasmagun yet. There is a way, but I'll let you figure it out yourselves.
You can generate almost unlimited ammo when you mimick a bolt pistol, and you were able to produce the weapon from both of your arms, and do so as twin-linked, so effectively it's a combi-bolter, with a little slower rate of fire.)

You arrive to the Legion Quarters.

Is there anything you want to do before going to the Warsmith?

>manner whorics
captcha says you act like bitches

Maybe we should try to fix the armor and ourselves. If that's not an option, I say we head for the Warsmith.

>>11934478
I can't really think of anything.

>>11934565
You can ask the tech-marines in the Armoury, but without leaving your armour there they can only make quick fixes, like filling the holes in your breastplate with ceramite-like stuff that sets in about an hour.
Thing is, you either go and fix your armour, probably making the Warsmith wait, aaand quite possibly encounter Conraad as well, or leave it for later

>>11934634
Well we don't want to keep the Warsmith waiting more than he already has.

>>11934634
Don't keep the warsmith waiting, that could make him mad. And we don't want him to be mad.

>>11934690
>>11934697
Warsmithmind?

>>11934711
Heck yes.
>>11934690
To the Warsmith! Ramming speed!

"Urgh, this hole in my side is becoming a hindrance. Somebody should be able to close this."

(yeah, sorry. was on the phone...)

You take the mag-train leading to the Command Section, and after a ride you arrive to the Security Terminal. Brother Solonis waits for you there.
"Just on time. Let's not make the Warsmith wait." he says, walking to the automaton guards guarding the gateway. Weaponsystems trained on you as you close, you feel the hairs on your back rising. A servo skull approaches you, and Solonis holds up a badge for it to check.
"We're going to the Warsmith, Lord Skraal." he says, and the skull drone flies away, inserting a snakelike manipulator into a console on the wall.
The gate opens and Solonis gestures for you to follow.

After another ride on a turbo-lift you finally arrive to the Warsmith's personal chamber. Its ornate gates are full with engraved scenes depicting the heroism of Lord Skraal during the Crusade.
You enter the chamber after Solonis and stop after closing the gate behind you, turning towards the imposing presence dominating the hall, humbly waiting for him to call you. Warsmith Skraal stands in the middle of his personal chamber, amid a score of legion serfs, only wearing a black leather studded battleskirt.
He is a giant of a man, his muscled body bearing scars of a thousand battles. The serfs attending him move in practiced choreography, like a ballet of servants, washing him with sponges and treating his skin with scented oils.
He turns his head towards you as you enter.

"Ah, good Acherus. Come." his voice like the gates of a crypt grinding close.
You walk forward with Solonis on your side. The Warsmith turns your gaze towards you, as the serfs finish. You look into dark eyes, and feel like falling into a bottomless pit. His face bears deep scars from the right ear to his chin, memento from the fight against the monstrous reptiles on Thrax V.
"I see you had an eventful day." he says. "Did Solonis explain why are you here?"

<what do you say?>

>>11934921
"No sir, I did not receive any explanation as to why I am here. Would it be to much to ask of you to tell me?"

Bumb

The Warsmith looks weird at you for a moment, then turns and gestures with his hand.
"Walk with me." and with that, he leads you and Solonis to another chamber that's separated from this one with a gold embroiled, heavy curtain.
You look around and see electro-candles along the walls, and the old Company Flag, from before the coming of the Primarch, adorning a wall. His suit of armour stands in a shimmering containment field, a weapon rack holding an ornate bolter, and a broad bladed powersword. An Icon of Chaos Undivided hangs over a black marble altar.
Four astartes warriors are also present. You recognize brother Gaius, Lazarus, Solomon, the chosen of Lord Skraal; also brother-techmarine Thar, the Warsmiths personal artificer.

(cont.)

"These are dark times we live in, Acherus." the Warsmith starts. "Loyalty is a thing to value."
You see brother Tharr stepping to the weapon rack and handing the Warsmith his powersword.
"You've been there to see the true face of our enemy. Not only have we stand the shame of defeat, but we have to deal with the treachery of our brethren. Step closer."

<what do you do?>

>>11935092
Do as he says, we have no reason to do anything else.
But be prepared to act if anything should go wrong (it shouldn't though).

It seems the quest is going slowly today, Vostroyan though guy...

"You are among my best men." he says. "You have proven yourself today before me. Receive my mark, and stand proud among my Chosen." he raises the point of his blade, carving an eight pointed star on your right cheek with unerringly preceise movements, then handing back the sword to the artificer he holds up his right hand, and you see a signet-ring displaying the personal heraldy of Lord Skraal, a hammer breaking an anvil. The signet starts glowing and he pushes the ring against the middle of the chaos star.
You smell the stench of burn flesh, but feel no pain.
He steps back, and you see Solonis producing a small leather pouch, taking a handful of ash from it, and rubs it in the wound. You see a similar scar on his face too.

>>11935174
yeah, sorry about that. I'll get a coffee and try to speed up a bit.

>>11935206
PROMOTIONS

>>11935236
Promotions indeed, NightElf, promotions indeed.

"I have been talking to Lord Charon. We received word from the Primarch. He orders all companies to change course, and head to the Sebastus system." the Warsmith says. "Even as we speak, the Navigator of the ship calculates the shortest possible warp route to the destination. The Warp has grown turbulent though, so it would take time to get there. In the meantime, I have a task for you and good Solonis, but first have your wargear fixed, and have a visit to the Arming Chamber to pick up a few things. I have provided Solonis with the exact details. Get back when you're ready."

wat do?

>>11935236
in our own quarters we must do the otto dance
afterwards of course

>>11935310
Get the wargear fixed.

>>11935289
Obey, lets get our stuff patched up.

>>11935347
Seconded, a broken armour is of little use.

>>11935289
lets go absorb some weapons!

>fix wargear
are you going to the Armoury?

>absorb weapons
how would you go about doing that?

>>11935435
armory it is then

>>11935435
Yes just got to the armoury, so that we can fix our armour.
Then go to the arming chamber to pick up the few things.

As you ride on the mag-train back to the Legion Quarters the scratching noise is giving a constant background noise to your thoughts. You notice Solonis looking at you funny.
"Your armour acts weird." he comments.
You look down, and see the holes in your chestplate seeping a granite grey liquid, and they appear to be growing narrower... healing.

<what do you do?>

>>11935507
Say "Well that's just disturbing..." in a slightly annoyed tone.

>>11935507
Poke it.

>>11935573
seconded

>>11935507
Try to poke liquid with plasma gun/bolter.

>Say "Well that's just disturbing..." in a slightly annoyed tone.

You touch the "wounds" and you feel a stabbing pain, pulling your hand back instantly. Maybe it's not a good idea letting the tech-marines messing with it.

> letting the tech-marines messing with it.
*letting the tech-marines mess with it.

god, no amount of coffee will help me from now on

>>11935621
hop off the train and opt to walk there instead to clear your mind
>let that wound heal

You choose to take a long walk instead, and you feel the wounds itch all the way. Solonis walks by you in dead silence, watching.
You feel as the pain in your side eases, the liquid seeping from the wound pushing out the shards of the exploded bolter round.
By the time you get back to the Legion Quarters the cracks are but silver lines on the surface of your armour, the holes close, the gait is no more, and you feel the strength return into your left arm.

<what do you do?>

>>11935773
Continue on, though it seems we can scratch 'armour repairs' off our to do list.

Continue with the task, see if anything else need be repaired. Only thing I can think of.

>>11935790
>>11935810
you feel well. you see no need for further repairs.

>>11935824
If you have nothing else to do, head on back. Be sure to report what happened though.

>>11935824
We still need to pick up things though.
Also try to familiarize ourselve with how the power work whil walking maybe we can find how to absorb other things.

"I think my wargear is in order." you tell Solonis.
He nods, choosing not to comment on it, being ill at ease of your miraculous recovery.
"We can go to the Arming Chamber then." he says.

As you get there he leads you into a sealed room. You see rare pieces of wargear protected by containment fields, each having a card reader next to them. Solonis turns towards you holding up a card with the Warsmith's heraldry on it.
"You can take any one piece of wargear you like." he says. "Getting elected into the Chosen comes with benefits."

You look around, seeing a variety of swords, powerfists, talons, plasmapistols, combi-weapons and even more.

<what do you choose?>

(no, there's no terminator armour)

>>11935914
thar be assault cannon?
missle launcher and missles
lascannon
>rockandroll

>>11935933
>thar be assault cannon?
>missle launcher and missles
>lascannon

there are no assault cannons in the Legion armoury yet.
also, you don't see heavy weapons.

ok, to be a bit more specific, you can choose from anything an Aspiring Champion could take from the codex.

>>11935914
Power sword and a combi-plasma gun (bolter and plasma gun)

>>11935995
Can we get a meltagun? Otherwise I'd go for a chainfist or something.

Let us all declare our choice and I'll choose the one that gets the most votes

Yeah. there's a meltagun. There's a chainfist as well.

>>11935914
Love your story bro.
>>11935933
Benefits fuck yeah:

>>11936042
Combi-meltagun man. We'd have a bolter and a melta in one.

>>11936050
Since we only have one I'd go with meltagun, we lack armor piercing ability at the moment.

Is there a combi-meltagun? Please say there is!

>>11936059
nice!
i'd love to have a drawfag for the story.

Suggestions so far:
Combi-plasma (remember you already have a plasmagun)
Meltagun
Combi-melta
Chainfist
Powersword

I'd say Twin-Linked bolter.

>>11936074
here
switching vote to combi-melta.

There are the following items to choose from:

powersword
powerfist / chainfist
lightning claws (single or pair)
master crafted bolters
plasma pistols, plasmaguns
combi weapons of all kind
combi-bolters
personal icons (dedicated to any god. or Chaos Undicided, except Malal)

err... not sure if there's anything else

>>11936114
I'm the guy who suggested the combi-melta, so my vote is for the combi-melta (if we can take the power sword in addition to the combi-melta, we take the power sword too)

>Chaos Undicided

i mean Chaos Undivided... Undecided, lol

>>11936149
If we can take multiple things (which we probably can) I say we take (in order of priority):
Combi-melta
Power sword
An Icon for Chaos undivided
And a master-crafted bolter (because master crafted)

>>11936177
Bol.
I like it.
Chaos Undecided!

bwahah! found it
Im guessin the armory would have something like these?

>>11936196
I'm picturing it now:
"So should I got with Khorne? Or maybe I should go with Slaanesh? Wait, wait! Maybe Nurgle! No Tzeentch! AAAARGH I CAN'T CHOOSE!"

>>11936212
my mouth waters at the thought of it

Captcha>flattering olathlty

Combi-Bolter and/or a Chainfist.

Come on guys, Chainfist is fucking powerfist with an extra d6 pen. It'll tear shit apart.

my wi-fi is playing up on me, so if I disappeared it could be that. I'll try to fix my connection as fast as I can, but if I don't post for an hour you better archive it and we can give it a try tomorrow.
Yeah, also, that means there's gonna be Obliterator Quest tomorrow.

re: Wargear. you can only take ONE thing.

Chainfist. If only obliterators in our current codex could have chainfists.

>>11936299
SO MANY CHOICES
Im thinking powerfist honestly we can grow weapons out of our fists anyways
therefore we can gunpunch
>superfalconbolterpunch

"So much to choose from, is there?" you hear the voice of Solonis from behind you. You turn and see him wield an ornate bolter, its barrel fashioned in the likeness of a snarling daemon.
"So what's your choice, brother?"

<choose already>

It's between meltas and fists now.

>>11936352
Combi-melta, it will give us a rather versatile weapon.

Chainfist

>>11936371
dual powerfists for maximum hand jobs

>>11936415
>>11936421
either of these is good for me

>superfalconbolterpunch
FUCKYES

Since no one seems interested in the combi-melta anymore, I am changing my vote to powerfist.

ok. use the dice function. say what you want, and if your roll is higher, you get your candy

use dice, since i can't tell one anon from the other

>>11936281

Chainfist because of this

rolled 81 = 81

>>11936460
Well if it is like that: Rollan for combi-melta

Rolling for Chainfist

rolled 93 = 93

>>11936471

Forgot roll

>>11936476
Well shit, looks like I won't get my combi-melta then.
Oh well, chainfist is awesome too.

>>11936476
You insert the card in the reader and the containment field deactivates.
You take out the chainfist, and Solonis helps you to connect it to your power unit. You feel the warmth in your hand expand to the new wargear, like roots of a tree, and you feel it become... part of you.

"Looks good on you." the champion says, grinning. "Now let's get back to Lord Skraal."

Ideas for absorbing weaponry:

Use in combat a couple times
Use in practice (We used the pistol on the shooting range)
RELOADAN
Hooking into armor's systems? (have we done that?)

Now, on to being a loyal (lol, irony) Iron Warrior! Maybe we'll even get to meet the Primarch!

>>11936543
Now that that is done, do as he says and follow him.

You get back to the Warsmith's chamber seeing that the rest of the Chosen and the Master Artificer is gone, and the Warsmith wearing his armour.
He inspects the changes of your battleplate, and your chosen piece of wargear, then beckons you with a half smile.
"Come. Let's talk." he picks up two bronze goblets from a table and presents one to you and the other to Solonis. He then takes a third, and takes a sip of the liquid it holds.

<what do?>

rolled 45 = 45

>>11936543

"Better to slay the Sons of Dorn with." as a reply, then follow.

>>11936114
I'd love to drawfag some, do you got a description for tha gang or do I have to search the older threads for info?

>>11936576
You're on the right path, but there's a bit more to it.

>>11936597
Take the goblet, and listen to what he says.
Taste on the liquid, if it's not poison, drink it.

>>11936612
I'll write up something for tomorrow, but if you have the time and the mood, read the prev threads so you get more into the character.
I tried to keep it pretty generic so far when it came to characters, so Solonis is the typical aspiring champion with a powerfist and a topknot you'd see on a tabletop, and so on.

>>11936631
Drink. We have nothing to fear from our liege. (and if we do, we're fucked anyway.)

>>11936659
Nice.
It'll be a pleasure check them out again, Keep up the good work!
(Also, if anyone feels that "oh that scene was awesome" I'd be more than happy to draw it. )

>Take the goblet, and listen to what he says.
>Taste on the liquid, if it's not poison, drink it.

"You probably understand the political state the Legion is in now." Lord Skraal says. "The Primarch and Lord Charon expects us to co-operate like the good soldiers we are. I wish we could put away our differences, but we can't."

While you listen you taste the liquid. It's some spiced amasec from the world of Thrax V, your company spent years as garrison on. It has a nice aroma.

"There is a contest for the favour of Perturabo, of the Lord Commander, of the Chaos Gods, you name it, but there is contest. Solun wants me, you, the 300th out of the way, and since he can't risk open conflict for the fear of the wrath of our masters, he chose to use methods less honourable."

You remember the possessed marine that Kerberos hired to assassinate the Warsmith, wondering what fate has befall on him. He's probably still out there, hiding from Solun's lackeys.

"We can't ignore such an insult, and we can't back down from a challange like that. We'll have to respond to his attempt in kind. He set the rules and we shall play by them. Unable to strike at him openly, I chose to strike at his company. More fighting would just come to the attention of others, but if we choose our targets wisely, we could keep our hands clean... figuratively. Accidents always happen."

You listen to the booming voice of the man as he walks to and fro in the chamber, gesturing with the half drained goblet as he continues his monologue. You have to concentrate hard to understand his words, feeling hypnotized by the powerful voice.

"The Siege cost us dearly. A price I would have paid dearly... for victory." with that, he stops in his pace and turns towards you, looking you in the eye. "But now it's a sore wound for the 300th, and for the other companies as well. Solun's company is barely over fighting strength, and has a lot of wounded in stasis. You might start to see where I'm getting with this."

<your reaction?>

>>11936860
"You want to strike at him now, in his moment of weakness, instead of later when he might have regained his strength?"

>>11936860
nod solemly?
>did I spell that right?

"Stasis chambers have always been extremely temperamental machines... So touchy. However, Sir (this is our boss, respect, and all that,), if the Warmaster has something in mind, it seems like he would far prefer the maximum fighting strength be available? Why can we not retaliate on Solun himself?"

>>11937009
Gah, primarch, not warmaster. He's dead and deader.

>>11936905

"No. I don't want you to get into a fight with any of his men. I value you more than to risk you dying, however good you are." he explain. "Also, it's not only Solun's men you have to worry about, but all who are loyal to Solun." with that, he turns to the table to refill the goblet from a bottle.

You look at Solonis for help.
"Every Warsmith has two company captains and their respective companies to answer to them." he says in a low voice. Now that he mentions it, you remember. brother-captain Gorgon, and Aeron.
"And what about us?" you ask. "Our allies,"
"Captain Set and Xerxes are still around, but their companies had dire causalities."

The Warsmith looks at Solonis then takes another sip of the beverage. Solonis shuts up.

"I want you to sneak in the Cryo-Stasis Chamber and make sure some of Solun's men won't make it to the surgical table. Make it look like an accident."

>>11937009
this chap was onto something

also, <what do?>

>>11937065
Agree with the Warsmith's plan, it isn't like we have anything else to do, and he IS our superior officer.

>>11937065
"Would Solun's Captain's happen to be injured and in stasis?"

>which harvest
Whoa there. Going all necron on me.

>"Would Solun's Captain's happen to be injured and in stasis?"

"No, we aren't that lucky." he Warsmith chuckles.
"When should we carry out the deed, lord?" Solonis asks.
"Ah, good Solonis. Always asking the right questions. I will let you choose the time. Go and plan how to do it, but consider this: a few hours earlier you just happened to stumble upon Solun's warriors and his pet sorcerer. If by tomorrow he'll get the report of his men dead in their own lifepods, he'll know who were behind this."
He puts down the chalice and taps you on the shoulder.
"I reward those with good ideas. Do the job right, and live to tell about it. Metaphorically, of course. You'll keep your mouth shut about it, but you get the idea. Get in, do what you must, and get out."

<what do?>

>>11937279
If we are done here, maybe we should go do something else, I don't really know WHAT though.
Maybe someone else can come up with something.

>>11937279
Iron warriors ROOLLLLL OUT

>>11937279

Iron WITHIN. Iron WITHOUT.

>>11937279
>what do?
Reluctantly go to class. I hope this will be up by the time I'm back.

>community courna
No, it's not a community college! Quiet, captcha. You don't know what you're talking about.

"Iron WITHIN. Iron WITHOUT." you say, slamming your fist against your breast. The Warsmith likes your euthanism, then turns to Solonis.
"I think we're done here. Anything you'd like to say on the matter, Solonis?"
"Nothing, lord." he answers. "We'll do as you command."
"Good." he nods. "Leave. Rest. Prepare... And come see me when you're done with the task."

You leave the Warsmith's chamber and go back to the Legion Quarters. Solonis bids farewell and leaves for his cell. You start to walk back to your own hab and on the way you come across a serf collapsed on the floor. His robes bloody.

<what do?>

>>11937475
Back away, aim your weapon at him, and demand to know what is wrong. For all we know that guy is a living bomb.
If he is not responding, get a closer look at him.
If anything is unusual, then get the fuck away from it.

>>11937475
Check for life, may hold some info.

>>11937475
throw a clip of amo at him
try not to break his head

>For all we know that guy is a living bomb.
I really, REALLY like that idea. Might just choose to go with that.

Nah, that would be unfair, but I like your thinking, kind sir.

***

You call out to the man, but he does not respond. You go closer and turn his body. You see bite marks and wounds caused by crude blades or claws under his torn robe. He's bleeding, but nothing serious, though he is extemely pale and seems to be in fever, looking at you with clouded eyes. Froth seeps from his open mouth, his lips discoloured and shaking.

<what do?>

>>11937598
Take him to the apothecary, see if they can do anything about it. And make sure to keep your weapon ready in case it turns out he is possessed by a daemon or something.

>>11937629
OP mentioned something about a possessed marine lurking the underhive or corridors ect

Its a fucking trap! guerilla tactics
jump up battleready listening for all noises any hint clue ect eyes open weapons ready!

>>11937629
You scoop up the man and go to the apothecary, but by the time you get there he dies.
Brother Tybalt takes a look at him nonetheless, just so you didn't come for nothing.
"It appears to be some disease. The wounds are old, I'd say he got injured days ago. Why he didn't go to the medicae I haven't the slightest idea."
You ask about the wounds.
"They are caused by bites, and claws." he looks at you. "I know you. Seen you bring in an injured brother earlier. He was attacked by a possessed, so I heard. If you're investigating after them, you're on the wrong track. These wounds are too small to be caused by a possessed astartes, or a daemon."
"What then?" you ask.
"Some animal, so it seems, but knowing there are none on the ship, my bet would be that the man ran into mutants lurking in the Serf Quarters."
"I see." you say and look at the remains of the man who lived his life in the servitude of the Legion.
"If that's all, I'll take the corpse to the morgue." brother Tybalt says.

<what do?>

>>11937786
Take a bite out of the serf and see if you can see any of the serf's memories, why he was hurt, who did it and so on.

>>11937919
I chortled you so funny

>Take a bite out of the serf and see if you can see any of the serf's memories

You ask for a sample from the body and brother Tybalt helps you with a slice of flesh. You chew and swallow it, but it will take time 'til your system absorbs the genetic memories

>>11937970
wait... are you sure that was such a good idea cosidering that serf was all.. frothy?
oh wait enhanced immune systems of astartes warriors... right.....

I think that's it for today, guys.
The place I'm at is about to close, so we'll have to continue tomorrow.
At least you can come up with a plan for your mission, and figure out what to do about the dead serf.

The thread is in the archives, so... vote

>>11938038
bye bye OP~
methinks you'd have more replies if u had the quest going for another 4 hours as thats the time most people are back from work

>>11938038
Bye OP, thanks for this session. : >

Well, I think we shoENEMIES, WE NEED ENEMIES

>>11938227
We have a Chainfist.
Some motherfucka's gonna get Shoryuken'd straight into 8th Edition.