You look to where he is gesturing and see what he meant.

In front of you is a narrow channel between a peninsula and a small archipelago. The only channel deep enough for your ship to make it through.

“Shit! Don’t let up on them!” You order the gunners.

“Can we beat them there, Teach?”

The Dark Eldar nods.

“It’s likely, though not a given.”

That leaves you with a few options.

[ ] Try to make it through the narrow gap before the Necrons and try to outrun them on open sea.

[ ] Enter a turning fight. Your smaller ship is far more maneuverable than the Necron’s own.

[ ] Assault the Necrons head-on in a boarding action, your own crew might be better in close combat.

Herp derp a derp, you can't actually see that i'm not saying anything salient until you actually mouse over these words

>not using stylish to get rid of spoilers

I have class in 15 minuets.

Damn you, sir.

>>17585609
Are we actually faster than them? If so,
[X] Try to make it through the narrow gap before the Necrons and try to outrun them on open sea.

Boring day at work, welding aluminium 10 minutes and then waiting around for 40 minutes.

> Wonder if tg has anything fun going on.

I love my phone and its Internet capabilities.

[x] Enter a turning fight. Your smaller ship is far more maneuverable than the Necron’s own.

I don't really see we shouldn't try to play this "safe". Our dark eldar waifus are on board, after all.

Happy Happy, Joy Joy! New HL!
Anywho, we storm those necrons head on! And if we find yandercron, lop off her god damn head and hoist it on the front of the ship to show that we don't fuck around with weirdo stalker necrons!

>>17585679
Also
> heretical love
> running away and not getting horribly mauled
Pick one

[x] dogfight with spaceships!

>>17585641
I'm in the same boat bro

enter the turning fight.

we'll hit them in the ass and not let up!

Turn fight, no doubt.

>[X] Enter a turning fight. Your smaller ship is far more maneuverable than the Necron’s own.

This day shall be a glorious one!

[x] try to make it to the narrow gap

we can crush them into the land, then pick them apart when they can't move.

>>17585693
>And if we find yandercron, lop off her god damn head and hoist it on the front of the ship to show that we don't fuck around with weirdo stalker necrons!
I couldn't agree more.

“Break off, Teach!”

“Cap? If we break now, they will block the channel!”

“Indeed.”

“You mean you want to enter a turning fight with them? That’s insanity!”

“Exactly. They won’t expect it.”

The Dark Eldar helmsman hesitates only for a second, before rapidly spinning the wheel, breaking off the run.

“Deck guns, give them something to worry about!”

At your order, the cannons of your ship increase their fire rate. Though they are raining hell on the Necron ship, the robots are hardly running scared.

You have to duck as a bolt of gauss ignites an ornate wooden statue barely just two feet to your left. Grimacing, you imagine Vect isn’t going to be too happy about his image in wood being obliterated.

No time to worry about that, though. You’ve got a fight to win.

“Full sail, hard to port! From that angle they won’t be able to train all of their guns!”

The crew obliges, and your tactics are fairly sound.

As your own guns continue to blast holes into the Necron ship, your enemy finds themselves quite unable to return the same volume of fire.

“Captain she’s turning ‘round to broadside us again!”

“Turn out of it!”

“We won’t slow down in time Cap!”

Shit.

You know you can’t win a direct broadside engagement, the Necrons have nastier guns, and a lot more of them.

[ ] Get in close, under the angle of the larger Necron guns.

[ ] Speed up and try to overshoot them before they complete their turn.

[ ] Ram them.

>>17585802
ram these fuckers and rip them so hard they have a new asshole.

>>17585802
>[X] Get in close, under the angle of the larger Necron guns.

>[ ] Ram them.
Lol no.

>>17585811
actually no get under the larger guns and shoot them really badly.

Bitch gotta get low.

X Get under the guns. Hit them below the water line!

[X] Speed up and try to overshoot them before they complete their turn.

“Get in close, we can stay out of their heavy guns!”

Teach obliges quickly, deftly maneuvering the vessel.

Sure enough, as soon as you get close, the heavier Necron guns can’t lower their elevation enough to track you.

“You sure about this, Max?!” The twins yell hesitantly as you begin to draw up alongside the Necron ship.

“Are you questioning your captains orders?” You fold your arms and raise an eyebrow at them.

*Clang… CLANG CLANG*

Whirling around, you realize the only mistake of this plan.
A dozen Necron warriors now stand on your deck, having jumped down from above.

You are about to order the crew to stand fast and fend them off.

“Don’t worry about them, leave them to us!” The twins yell, unsheathing their own swords.

With blinding speed and swan like grace, they leap down to the lower deck, swords flashing in the mid-day sun as they spin.

“Deck guns, fire everything you’ve got!” You command.

At your order, the crew works their weaponry for everything its worth. You watch, satisfied, as your own guns tear massive chunks out of the side of the Necron ship. Your own crew expertly aiming as close to the enemy craft’s waterline as they are able.

“Good show, keep it up!” You yell in encouragement.

Below you, the twins are a blur of spinning blades.

The Necron warriors aren’t nearly fast enough to match them. Senna expertly knocks aside a clumsy swing of a gauss rifle before stabbing the attacker through the head. Senda swings her two blades in a wicked arc, cutting the skull of another right in two.

It’s working.

Your plan is actually working!

You feel a bit elated, until you hear something crash hard into the deck behind you.

Get her low and blow those necrons?
Get her low and blow those necrons!

oh god, please let it be davecron, sweet golden emperor please be dave and not the yan-cron

A Necron pirate lord stands up from his crouch, uttering a cold metallic chuckle.

You stand firm.

Faster than the warriors, he expertly unsheathes his steel and brandishes it in your direction.

“Remember, I want him alive!” You hear an all too familiar voice yell from the Necron ship. Looking up, sure enough, you spot your favorite little psychotic Pariah.

“Don’t struggle, honey! I’ll take you away from these filthy meatbags!”

“What makes you think I *WANT* that?!” You protest.

…She doesn’t appear to have heard you.

“The Lady told me to bring you back alive, but that doesn’t mean completely intact.” The Necron Lord laughs again, before lunging.

You barely manage to step back with enough time to avoid the strike, your own cutlass clashing against his as you block.

Any confidence you had going into this fight is instantly and abruptly ended when the Lord continues his assault. It’s no contest. In a straight up sword fight, you will lose.

The crew of your own ship rush to your aid, but find themselves with their own problems to contend with as Flayed Ones warp to the deck behind the Lord.

Without letting that phase you, you step forward and swing your own sword.

The Necron Lord is forced back as he parries, but the counterattack is quickly cut short as he strikes back.

The twins are still engaged with a fresh wave of warriors, and the rest of the crew aside from the gunners now has their hands full with the Flayed Ones. This leaves just you and the Lord to each other.

[ ] Try to hold out long enough for the twins to come to your aid.

[ ] You might be able to trick him into turning his back to the rail, and send him into the sea.

[ ] Take the fight down to the main deck and try to match him outright.

>>17585976
>[x] You might be able to trick him into turning his back to the rail, and send him into the sea.

once we have him against the rails, we FUSRODAH his ass to the sea.

[x] You might be able to trick him into turning his back to the rail, and send him into the sea

[ ] You might be able to trick him into turning his back to the rail, and send him into the sea.

dirty tricks aint failed us yet.

[ ] You might be able to trick him into turning his back to the rail, and send him into the sea

Probably won't stop him for long, but enough so we can go to yandercron and cunt punt her to death

>>[X] Try to hold out long enough for the twins to come to your aid.

right, thats better, didnt know my ork name was still up, lol

Punt the lord to the walking board and feed him to the sharks!

[X] You might be able to trick him into turning his back to the rail, and send him into the sea.

I heard necrons can't swim.

>>17585976
[X] You might be able to trick him into turning his back to the rail, and send him into the sea.
Then we hit him with MIND BULLETS!

[ ] You might be able to trick him into turning his back to the rail, and send him into the sea
I always thought we were a suave trickster/buckler of swashes.

[ ] You might be able to trick him into turning his back to the rail, and send him into the sea.

if you're not cheating, you're not trying
smarts (GREATER THAN) might

A straight up fight is what he wants, but too bad for him, he isn’t going to get it.

You continue to match him blade for blade as you desperately think of some way to do this. You doubt he is an idiot, so you are going to have to make it subtle.

Which means it isn’t going to be easy.

“You aren’t too terrible, for a pathetic human!” The Lord hounds you, thrusting again and forcing you back.

Though you don’t humor him back with witty banter, your mind racing for an answer to this problem.

You could try to back to the rail yourself and quickly reverse positions somehow, but it’s unlikely he would fall for that. The idea of putting yourself that close to a long fall isn’t exactly thrilling, either.

No, there is only one obvious solution here.

With a vengeance, you attack hard and fast. The sudden change in tempo has the Necron Lord falling back rather than you, and you press that fact, keeping him on his heels.

The deck, really not that wide, feels as though it may as well stretch the length of a Titan. It’s a struggle to fight for every inch, and despite the Necron Lord losing ground, it isn’t enough.

Well, it just might be time to try out these honed mind powers Esh helped you with.

“Fus Roh Dah!”

The sudden psychic onslaught knocks the Necron Lord back, sending him reeling until he regains his footing no more than a foot from the edge. He realizes his predicament, but you don’t give him a chance to remedy it.

1d20 to send him over.

rolled 18 = 18

>>17586111
FUS ROH DAH!

rolled 6 = 6

Fuck him and the railing behind him.

rolled 9 = 9

OWE NOES

rolled 18 = 18

>>17586111
Well shit rolling dice and cron's never mix. All men on deck, brace for hue!

rolled 18 = 18

>>17586128
crud. do overs!

>>17586124
>>17586136
>>17586138
>18
>18
>18
I think we're fine.

stop rolling you fools!

>>17586124
and sucess, the necron's lazy fuck ass gets thrown overboard and raped by sharks and tentacles.

>>17586143
yay i helped!

>>17586151
Well done.

>>17586151
WHY!?

Now, I would like to point out that I didn't intentionally delete that nat 1. IPhone screwed with me and I pressed delete instead of return.

Politely asking to get that nat 1 story.

>>17586179

>>17586179
if we get vored again...
dunno if i should be mad or REALLY mad at you

But something catches your hands before you can move in, and crushes your fingers even through the power armor.

With a pained howl, you turn to see your assailant.

“Oh honey my honey, surely it’s time to end this false bravado. It’s getting late, if we don’t get you back soon the process won’t be complete until tomorrow!”

She kicks you in the lower back, pain jets up your spine.
Tonya sinks the blade of her staff into your armor, and you feel it go dead as she expertly severs power to your legs.

“Silly honey, this game has been fun but I’m tired and want to go home~.” She sings as she starts to drag you by the arm.
You try to struggle, and as you do, Tonya smiles and sinks her blade into your shoulder.

White hot agony shoots through your body.

“Now now, don’t make us late!” She chides you as the Necron crew lowers down a ramp.

You grind your teeth as you try to somehow curb the blood oozing out of your fresh wound.

“Oh don’t worry about a silly little thing like THAT!” She giggles.

“It will stop bleeding as soon as we get rid of this silly flesh!”
You watch the Dark Eldar skiff fade in the distance, now engulfed in flames, as Tonya hums happily to herself.

You don’t know where she’s taking you, but you can almost guarantee yourself that you aren’t going to like it…

>>17586179

>>17586214

why.jpeg

>>17586214
DELIVER THE FUCKING CUNT PUNT! TAKE YOUR FOOT AND PIERCE THE HEAVENS WITH YOUR ALMIGHTY CUNT PUNT!

"Well I can't have you bleeding all over the deck, now can I?" She asks, as though angry at your blood belligerently staining her ship.

"No no, it simply won't do."

She drags you over to a hatch, propping it open.

"Here, keep quiet until we arrive."

She drops you through the hatch and you plummet into the darkness. Crumpling up into a ball as you hit the cold floor beneath, you just want to sleep.

Something shuffles in the darkness...

Your eyes beginning to adjust now, you can make out shapes.

Terrible shapes.

One of the flayed ones gets close enough that you can make him out through the faint light pouring in from the grate above.

He lowers his face to your own.

"*Clang?*" He asks.

"*Clang clang*" Several more agree, as they start stripping you of your power armor.

>>17586244
>Clang?

Fucking lol'd

>>17586214
could be worse
we could have been fishing

Several hours of brutal Flayed One sodomy later, and Tonya finally has you hauled out of the dark hold.

"Now!" She says gleefully, completely oblivious to what you've just endured.

"Time to make you one of us!"

>>17586278
>>17586244

Welp, time to abandon all hope.

>>17586278
and it got worse
do we have a tongue still? that we may bite through and bleed out from?

>>17586278
welp, fuck this game.

y'know, a thought just occur to me... why limit max to doing only dragon shouts? Why not give him hadokens and shoryukens? That would be awesome, taking out abaddon with a shinku/metsu hadoken... or dare i say, Akuma's famous Shun Goku Satsu (instant hell murder)

The Necron Lord smirks, smug in his own skill as he raises his sword easily and readies to block the oncoming blow with little effort.

Too smug, in fact, to see the real danger.

By the time he realizes there is a plasma cannon sticking out of your left arm, it’s already too late.

The hot shot of plasma impacts him in the chest, knocking him backwards until he hits the railing. He teters there for a moment, before falling over backwards.

You run to the edge to watch him fall.

“That wasn’t a sword attackkk!!!!” He yells up at you angrily.
“Suck it!” You manage to interject before the Necron Lord crashes down into the waves. You judge that Necrons are poor swimmers, as you don’t see him bob to the surface.

“Oh no! Not the Captain!” You hear Tonya yell, and look up to see her angrily beating her fists against her own ship’s railing.

The crazy machine girl whips around as she hears something out of your own earshot.

“What do you mean ESCAPE?! We have them on the run! Hey! Are you listening to me!?”

Apparently her crew is decidedly NOT as the Necron ship breaks off. You notice it’s leaking black sludge out of the holes torn into its hull by your ships own guns.

The Dark Eldar crew cheer, shout, and rattle their weapons as they watch the Necrons turn and run.

You can’t help but join their elated cries.

“Good show Captain!” Teach claps you on the back.

“You really showed ‘em didn’t ya Max~y boy!?” The twins grin as they each take one of your arms.

“We did, didn’t we? Should we pursue them, Teach?” You ask, deferring to his obvious experience in naval matters.

The fierce pilot thinks for a second, before shaking his head.
“While we might be able to win, it might not be in our best interest. Vect is already going to flip shit when he sees the state of his pleasure skiff.”

>>17586313
Clearly you are both kind and benevolent Papa-N

>>17586324
I'd feel bad if the twins got their first real thread jacked.

>>17586312
It's not elegant enough
Give him a Genocide Cutter instead

>>17586313
Probably best that we don't damage Vect's skiff any more. Is there any looting we could do to mollify him?

“Erk…” You suddenly remember that this is not your boat. Looking around at the blown out guns, the holes in the deck and sail, and the general disarray of the whole vessel… You aren’t looking forward to having to doing some ‘splaining.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry…” Senna laughs, patting you on the shoulder.

“We’ll be fine.” She smiles.

“Just because we’ll be fine doesn’t mean daddy is going to go easy on him, Senna…”

“Oh… You’re right Senda…”

“I’m blaming it on the both of you.” You shrug.

“W-what!?” They both yell, grabbing you tightly and looking up at you, mouths agape in shock.

“Cap, if I may interject, what heading should I take?” Teach asks, eying his instruments.

“Hmm…” You rub your chin.

“Tortuga!” Senna shouts gleefully.

“The pirate port!” Senda pumps her fist.

“Well Mr. Teach, I believe you have your heading.”

The Dark Eldar pilot grins, along with most of the crew.

“To Tortuga then!” He shouts, letting the wheel spin.

The rest of the journey is rather uneventful, and you can’t help but relax as one of the crew hands you a bottle of what you taste to be rum.

The twins have changed into matching sling bikinis and are sprawled out lazily on towels laid on the deck, tanning. At least you think so. You don’t know if Dark Eldar CAN get a tan.

With the ship now making good time, you busy yourself between the rum, oogling the twins as subtly as you can, and trying to get your voice into the best pirate accent you can manage.

“Land ho!” Shouts the lookout from the crow nest.

Sure enough, off in the distance, Tortuga.

>>17586380

Screw it, go for a full on attack. They're retreating, necrons never retreat. All strategy books say you should push an enemy who is retreating.

The we can give Vect shiny necron goodies.

>>17586380
Look! Daughters! Unharmed! Oemperorpleasedontkillme
But yeah, maxim 1: Pillage first, *then* burn.

>>17586374
still, would be pretty neat, and if not then idk, maybe max "parodies" doing hadokens or shoryukens with his plasma cannon

>>17586412
> “Just because we’ll be fine doesn’t mean daddy is going to go easy on him, Senna…”

welp, live it up in tortuga, cuz ain't gonna have another chance

>>17586391
May as well live it up while we're here.

Teach guides the skiff expertly into a dock, a dozen or so crew leaping off to secure the lines.

The island is pretty fucking pirate-y, you have to admit.
A sprawling town of shanties and faded wood-sided buildings, adorned with skulls of massive sea beasts and chock full of the most villainous folk you can imagine. Many of whom are staring blatantly right at you as they watch the crew secure the wounded vessel. Some others making it less obvious they are watching.

“Damn, this is quite the place, isn’t it?” You whistle.

A staunch looking man with his hair and beard in beaded braids stomps along on a peg leg as he walks down the deck toward you and the crew.

“Welcome to Tortuga, port for the unwary and unkind.” He gestures to the town behind him.

“Now, I’ve got to ask, what makes you tough enough to think you belong here?” He folds his arms, looking at you as though he himself doesn’t think you are tough enough.

[ ] Point out the damaged ship and describe the run-in with the Necron vessel.

[ ] Let him know it’s Vect’s ship and you have his daughters with you.

[ ] Activate the flamer, inquire if he wants to find out just how tough you are. Personally.

[X] Let him know it’s Vect’s ship and you have his daughters with you.

..maybe you can share them with him?

[X] Activate the flamer, inquire if he wants to find out just how tough you are. Personally.

>>17586451
>what makes you tough enough to think you belong here?

*what makes you think you are tough enough to belong here.

derp

>>17586451
[X] Activate the flamer, inquire if he wants to find out just how tough you are. Personally.

[ ] Activate the flamer, inquire if he wants to find out just how tough you are. Personally.
Oh, we're tough enough alright

>>17586451
[x] kill someone, probably with fire.

>>17586470
For some reason I think it makes more sense un-corrected...

[x] Point out the damaged ship and describe the run-in with the Necron vessel.

no using the arm candy for anything not {heresy, redacted} related
threatening the welcoming committee may not be best idea

[ ] Activate the flamer, inquire if he wants to find out just how tough you are. Personally.

FUCK SHARING! sharing is for pussies.

point out the damage to our ship, and tell them that we gave worse to the necron';s

>>17586484
>>17586476
>>17586475
>>17586473
>>17586467
CARP.

>>17586499
You are aware that we have no proof that we were attacked by necrons, he could merely assuming that we are bullshitting.
Mentioning vects ship and daughters is probably not a good idea, as that doesn't say anything about us.
That leaves acting tough and proving it through actions.

what has Helena, Max's Sister, been up to? how was her date with Frederick?

>>17586510
i see your point
<.<
i still disagree with it, but less than before.

>>17586451

>Desperately awaiting next post :)

You take back a long swig of the rum, and reach into the pistol belt where you secured a cigar earlier.

Activating the flamer in your arm, you light up the stogie and blow a thick cloud of smoke.

“I’m the toughest motherfucker on this planet.” You say coolly.

“Doubtful, the Space Wolves are here.” The man says, looking less than impressed.

“Logan himself punched me in the face and I survived.”

“Oh. Well, that does make you pretty tough I guess.”

“So we can enter?”

“Huh? I was never going to stop you in the first place.”

“Oh…”

You look back to Teach, who is busying himself handing out orders to the crew in your stead. Looks like he’s trying to get some kind of repair job underway.

“Hey Teach, you coming?”

“Huh? Nah, Cap. The crew and I are going to fix this thing up best we can. Besides, we were just here with Vect last weekend.” He waves you along, letting you know to go on ahead without him.

“Fair enough. Hit the town if you guys get a chance, though.”

“Will do, Cap.”

You notice the twins are tugging on your arm, trying to get you moving. Both of them are back in their pirate attire, and you notice, now fairly browned up.

“Cmoonnnnn….!” The groan as they try to pull you.

“Let’s go! Let’s goooo!!!” Senna jumps up and down impatiently.

You let them drag you along, both of them pulling excitedly and babbling to each other in a high-pitch fast-paced verbal flurry. It would be exhausting to try to follow along with that conversation. You aren’t.

The main stretch of the town is a dominating street, paved with well worn black cobblestone. Lining both sides are every kind of criminal’s shop or hideout that you can imagine. Weapons shops, armor shops, pawn shops, tax attorneys…

>>17586666
team up with logan to screw with Galactic partridges

also nice quads

>>17586666
lol, tax attorneys, the worst kind of criminal....

rolled 2, 5, 3, 1 = 11

>>17586717
worst allowed in tortuga

quads, huh? lemme check something

>>17586753
about what i figured

>tax attorneys
Scoundrels!
BURN MAIM KILL EVERYTHING!

>>17586753

1 natural 1.

HUEHUEHUEHUEHUE

“Damn, this place is bigger than I imagined it would be…” You can’t help but be a little awestruck by the sheer size of it all.

You come to a T in the road, and look around feeling thirsty.

"Lets stop somewhere, I'm hungrryyyyy..." Senna groans. You can hear her stomach growl.

"I wouldn't mind sitting down for a while." Senda agrees.

"You guys have a preference?"

The twins shrug as they look around.

"Any of these joints look fine, really. They are all bound to have food and chairs." Senda remarks.

The Salty Sea Dog Tavern looks promising. You notice the whole outside of the place is actually made out of assorted bottles split in half, nailed to the wood of the structure like shingles.

At the same time, the Tortuga Saloon & Fishery seems nice. It’s on pillars over the water, and you can smell the alluring aroma of seafood even from here.

The Thieves Cove Inn is a dark lit place. You can hear what sounds like a rowdy conversation from within, and wisps of smoke billow from its open shuttered windows.

[ ] Salty Sea Dog Tavern

[ ] Tortuga Saloon & Fishery

[ ] Thieves Cove Inn

>>17586800
Saloon and fishery.

>>17586800
[X] Tortuga Saloon & Fishery

WE ARE BEST FISHERMAN!!!!

>>17586800
[X] Tortuga Saloon & Fishery

>>17586800
[X] Tortuga Saloon & Fishery

[ ] Thieves Cove Inn
nothin like a good mug of ale with two fine dark eldar chicks

>>17586821
this. completely and utterly this.

we will show best fisherman antics.

>>17586821
yah!

[ ] Thieves Cove Inn

a dark and grim place indeed.

>>17586931
I need to open a bar called "Wretched Hive"

Well, the Saloon & Fishery looks like a nice place.

You lead the girls over to it, Senna gnawing playfully on your power armor out of hunger and Senda trying to pull her off.

A tall, spindly Eldar hostess with an eyepatch grunts as you approach.

“Just the three of ya, then, eh?”

“Aye.”

She leads you over to a table overlooking the ocean, and the three of you collapse into the wicker chairs. After a long, difficult voyage here, it feels incredible just to sit down. Until the hostess hurriedly gets you out of the chair and replaces it with one made to seat power armor.

“Now, what’ll it be?” The hostess asks, tapping her foot impatiently. You notice she doesn’t even carry a paper or anything, and you begin to think this isn’t her first day on the job.

“Rum all around?” You gesture to the twins.

“Fine with us.” They reply.

The Eldar snorts, and plops down three menus before heading off. You give the menu a look, and wonder how the “Fried 3lb deathshell” tastes… Actually, you don’t know anything about any of this food.

“Oi, what the hell is any of this and what out of that hell is good?”

“Deathshell.” Senna immediately states.

“The glow eel is my favorite.” Senda replies from behind her menu.

While you wait for the drinks, you decide to look around a bit. The place is built into one big circle out over the water, and in the middle of the circle you can make out a shallow reef through the clear pale blue water.

max, esh and lycheria

>>17587048
lol. Did you draw that?

Schools of bright, vibrantly colored fish dart about. You notice several large, spike-shelled things slowly crawling over the ocean floor, which all the other fish seem to take care to avoid.

It seems peaceful, a far stretch from your encounters with the ocean on this planet thus far. The water is only perhaps ten feet deep, far too shallow for any beasts of the sea. You hope…

“Hey Max! Rums here!”

You head back to the table and sit back down. The rum is good and before you know it, your glass is gone.

In place of the hostess, a busty blonde Dark Eldar drops off a fresh round of drinks and asks what you want to order.

After much hounding, Senna convinces you to order the Deathshell. She assured you, rather hurriedly, that it isn’t poisonous. To fish, at least, and she’s never had a problem with it.

While you wait you look back at the town, and notice a wall of blue armor and fur moving through the streets. Though you aren’t sure if the Space Wolves want to see you again, you had better be prepared in case you bump into them again.

The food finally arrives, and you grimace a bit at the sight.
Deathshell are apparently the spiny things you saw earlier. They kind of look like a giant snail shell up close, though coiled tightly into a spiral and covered in what you can guess are their name-earning spikes.

Senna is nearly to the point of visibly drooling as the waitress sets down the platter in front of her.

You on the other hand, are a bit more cautious at the steaming meal. Though the white flesh of it underneath the shell does look rather appetizing.

Throwing caution to the wind, you give it a try, and it’s actually pretty damn good.

The three of you enjoy the meal, and the twins pay in some kind of coin. You protest, despite having absolutely none of those coins yourself, but they assure you that the meal was cheap and they have plenty of money to spare.

Finally, feeling downright satisfied, you leave the Fishery.

[ ] Do some shopping.

[ ] Track down the Space Wolves.

[ ] Go to the beach.

also 1d20 for poison resist

>>17587018
Bear leaves, necrons, tyranids, Partridges, he'd been through it all! But nothing prepared Max for... CUISINE!

rolled 15 = 15

[ ] Track down the Space Wolves.

rolled 2 = 2

>>17587092
[X] Do some shopping.
The girls probably want to go shopping.

rolled 20 = 20

>>17587092
wow i (almost) predicted that~!

let's stay out of the water and with the wimminz
[x] shopping

>>17587132

O_O

>>17587132
Everyone, stop rolling!

>>17587132
>20
No one else fucking roll!

rolled 6 = 6

Go to the beach

X Space wolf

impress them with our two bitches.

[ ] Do some shopping.
Lets not go to the beach, that monster is probably watching us as we speak

let alone that necron captain. his robot ass might walk right out of the damn water.

>>17587205
... Now that would suck, maybe he took a ride with "The fish that should not be mentioned"

>>17587224
hoping for something to take care of that for us. water+electronics, salt water + metal, crushing pressure + plasma blasted armor... something!

necron pirate captain riding the god-fish like a horse out of the sea, while Max stands between the devil-mount and the D.Eldar twins, shielding them from harm, plasma-arm at the ready.

>>17587224
you mean the rape fish?
by the way, did we ever kill that damn thing?
if not:
[X] go fishing

You are feeling pretty good now, the food seems to have somehow invigorated you. Senna was right, the Deathshell was a good choice.

“Well, why don’t we shop around for a little while?” You ask them.

Both of the twins perk up, looking excited.

“Really? Do you mean it?!” Senna can barely contain herself, grabbing your arm and giving it a shake.

“Err… Yes?”

“She’s just excited because daddy hates shopping and never wants to go with us.” Senda shrugs.

"Ah, well. Guess it can't be helped." You shrug as well.

You let the girls lead you along as they duck into various shops and stalls. Despite your objections, they buy you a particularly fine looking cat-o-nine-tails, though its ends are knotted leather rather than sharp spikes.

“Why do I need this?” You ask as you leave that particular shop.

“It’s for… Ahh…. Keeping morale!” Senna shouts.

“Please don’t use it on the crew, some may like it but most would probably murder you…” Senda whispers as an aside.

They model various summer dresses and whatnot, and though you were having fun, they don’t seem to be slowing down. At all.

Maybe this is why old man Vect doesn’t like shopping with them, you are starting to feel drained as they pull you into yet another shop. This one labeled “Fine Leather Goods.”

Your interest is perked when they pull open the curtain to the changing room, now clad in revealing leather bondage gear. However it is short lived, as they don’t buy anything and instead drag you along into “Captain Jack’s Stuff.” Which amounts to nothing more than piles of broken things, jars of dirt, and screaming caged monkeys that the owner keeps yelling at.

>>17587252
guessing they're lying at his feet, arms wrapping around his knees, scene painted by boris vallejo?

“Why are we even in here?” You ponder out loud as the twins both hover over a compass.

“That doesn’t even work. You have monkeys on you, you know….” You trail off.

They don’t seem to be paying attention…

One of the monkeys flips you off, and you return the gesture.

“Oi! Nobody flips off me monkeys but me! Savvy?” The owner berates you.

“Really?”

“Well not particularly, I just want you out of here so I can sleep. C’mon out you go! Out out out!” He ushers the three of you out before closing the door behind him and flipping the sign in the window from “Captain’s In.” to “Get lost ya lubbers.”

>>17587307
>captain jacks stuff
gotta be one of the best things ever.

>>17587301
Jars of dirt?

We're fucked

>>17587307
So....many....references!

>>17587305

We will now metagame and and buy the compass. It will show us a way to the harem ending.

>>17587307
Did we at least bought a compass that points us to what we want the most?

>>17587048
Obvious lack of hat-chan.

“Well that was rude…” Senda folds her arms, looking rather put off.

“At least he let me buy this compass… Though it doesn’t seem to work…” She give the broken device another look before stuffing it into a pouch on her belt.

“He sure was weird…” Senna adds, before spotting something.

“Ah!” She shouts, pulling on your arm.

“Well well well. Fancy meeting you again, especially here of all places.”

You turn around, and notice Logan Grimnar and his retinue standing on the street behind you. Each of them looking fairly disheveled, red cheeked and mugs in hand. All of them in varying states of disarray, many missing pauldrons or other bits of armor. Each has sunglasses on, of varying styles.

“Rough night?” You inquire.

“Boy, you don’t know the half of it.” One of the seasoned ones groans through his thick beard.

"It was a night that would have killed lesser men." Another agrees.

“Fucking Bjorn the drunk-handed is lost somewhere in this town, we’ve been looking for him all morning.” Logan says between drinks.

“You should have heard him, bitched up a storm.” Another Space Wolf laughs.

“I am the oldest living thing in the Imperium, I can remember things the likes of which you’ve only heard stories.” Another mocks in his best dreadnaught voice.

“After all that he gets wasted along with the rest of us. You should have seen it lad, he was still complaining with girls hanging off both of his arms!” The marine continues before taking another drink.

>>17587455
how come when i read the SW dialouge, in my head they sound like the various nords in skyrim, with Logan sounding like Ulfric?

>>17587455
The partridges reclaimed their relic?

Or a Magpie plot?

(You were in that thread right papa? Hope you get the reference)

but bjorn is with the blood ravens.

rolled 16 = 16

>>17587515

Youmustbenewhere.gif

You notice they are drinking out of rather unusual mugs.

“Hey, those don’t have your emblem…” You muse.

“Oh?! These?” Another veteran-looking Wolf pipes up, waggling his mug before taking another drink.

“Well, the Blood Ravens were gone from their base when we found it. We couldn’t just leave these lying around, don’t want them falling into the wrong hands.” Logan laughs as he takes a chug out of the mug, which is emblazoned with a red drop of blood and wings.

“They uh… They won’t mind?”

“What? Noooo. I’m sure they are just glad these didn’t get taken by some foul Chaos ilk.” Logan grins as he puts the mug to his lips yet again.

“Right… You guys are drinking pretty heavily for having such a rough night, though.”

The Wolf with the thick grey beard raises an eyebrow.

“This is drinking hard? News to me.” The others laugh along at his comment.

“Still have that pistol I gave you?” Logan asks as he picks up your arm, checking out the storm bolter there and looking fairly impressed.

“Still got it.” You pat the pistol at your belt.

“Certainly doesn’t look like you need it anymore, though.” He laughs.

“Anyways, we’ve got to get going. Bjorn is somewhere around here, a bar wench said she spotted a dreadnaught in a sombrero stumbling along through here about an hour ago.” Logan grimaces.

“Sure hope that old bastard hasn’t gotten himself into more trouble than he can handle. I’m still surprised he didn’t pass out in the saloon, for as much as he sleeps all the time…” He shrugs before clapping one of his retinue on the shoulder.

“No matter, we’ll find him!”

[ ] Offer to help search

[ ] Head back to the dock, the sun is on the way down

[ ] Let the twins keep dragging you around to stores

>>17587479
Space Wolves are pretty nord-y

I say we help the space wolves with Hangover 40k

[ ] Offer to help search

gotta help a brother out

Let the twins keep dragging us around

[x] find bjorn, them bitches would get a kick out of a dread in a sombrero

Let the twins drag us around
What's the worst that could happen

>Drunk dreadnought
>Twins
This may end badly.
And by badly I mean awesome.

[x] Offer to help search

[ ] Let the twins keep dragging you around to stores
wanting to see if we find more cool knick knacks
>>17587553
agreed, if nords and space wolves ever met in person, they would be the bestest buds in the galaxy

Twins! Twins!

>>17587543
To the ship! Private cabin, twins!

Stick with the twins, whether searching for the dread or being dragged around shops

“Hey, how about we help you look?” You ask, a bit desperate for something to do other than get dragged into another shop.

“Well…” Logan ponders.

“It couldn’t hurt. Though if you find him, I’d advise you give him some space. A hung-over dreadnaught is nothing to trifle with unless you know how.”

“Can… Can we ride around on him, once we find him?” Senna wonders out loud.

“I don’t think he’d like that…” Senda sighs at her sister.
The Space Wolves wave as they trudge off in search of their lost ancient comrade.

“Well, now what?” You ask, instantly dreading the answer.
“Moar shopping!!!” Senna yells, you don’t know how she’s maintained this level of energy and enthusiasm. You’ve been shopping for well over three hours now.

“Screw shopping, we need to head back soon.” Senda forces her sister to quit bouncing around.

“Eh, we’ve got a while left until dark I think. Don’t have to leave here quite yet.” You shrug. As little excitement as most of this shopping spree has been, you aren’t exactly rearing at the bit to go back to big daddy Vect quite yet.

They go back to their shopping mode, even Senda getting into it again. You sigh, hopefully the trip back will be uneventful, because you are exhausted.

“Hey, check out this card-stand!” Senna knocks on the side of something hard.

“Card stand? Bjorn is no card stand!” The dreadnaught rotates around, knocking the cards that had in fact been attached to it off.

“Bjorn is the oldest in the Imperium, the most ancient of warriors, the…”

The dreadnaught teeters slightly, seems to regain its balance, but then overcompensates and crashes down onto its side. People have to scatter out of the way to avoid being crushed.

“Where am I? Who are you? Get off my lawn!” The dreadnaught shuffles it’s feet as though trying to walk toward you.

“Hey, the other Wolves are looking for you, you know.” You tell the old dreadnaught, who quits trying to walk.

“Tell them to bring my prune juice.” Bjorn booms as he shoves himself back upright.

“Hey mister dreadnaught, can I ride on top of you?” Senna asks before you can stop her.

“Twins? TWINS?!!?!?” Bjorn moves his chassis toward them, as though peering at the girls.

This can only end well...

Twins riding on Bjorn...which surprisingly is back with the Wolves instead with the Ravens...

If we go with the dreadnought, he'll steal away our delicious Deldar twins.

We need to have hot bondage dom time with them first.

>>17587727
MINE! kinda. help a bro out, give us a lift? we'll get you some more rum. you're good to drive, right?

>>17587750
Hot Bondage Action for Max-y boy? Sounds like something new for him...since the tau bondage was rather....weak...

Aight I need to grab some chow.

I wonder if the thread is so slow because people aren't here due to spoilers?

How do you guys want to spend the last hour or so in Tortuga before heading back to the ship?

How about we check out that beach, either that or get our taxes done.

>>17587765
Fish

riding bjorn around with the sisters, and then when we come across the rest of the wolves, spout "found him!"

>>17587765
wouldn't be here except for HLQ

>>17587765
Drinking contest.

Two excitable, hyper girls with a bondage fetish, plus alcohol equals fun times all around.

we should tip over Bjorn, then radio the ravens about the space wolves break in to recover the gifts.

>>17587803
>>17587801
Fishing! With a dreadnought!

Or... find out more about the twins. Where they learn to sword fight? Daddy? Private tutoring? Secret lives at night as dread pirate rob..bers?

>>17587765
I humbly request... Epic street fight with random dude who looks like Akuma

>>17587849
This

>>17587765
Ride Bjorne around with the twins to find the rest of the Wolves. Then retire to our cabin with the girls.

Expecting a "why is the rum gone" joke at some stage

>>17587765

Back to the ship for the private quarters

Keepin this thread alive for papa.

>>17588007
Don't die on me. I am risking promotions for this thread!

Drinking with the twins would be cool, OR riding the dreadnaught.

Maybe both.

Bumps for the bump god!

>>17588038
I say we drink the dreadnaught.

Max, smoker of souls and drinker of dreadnaughts.

Alternatly we challenge Bjorn to a "drink under the table" challenge. If we win SW will be bro teir for life.

>>17588038
DUI

Dreadnought-riding Under the Influence

>>17588053
even if we lose. the sheer balls of the challenge will put us bro teir with them. Win-Win

"My twins." You add.

"Your twins?"

"His twins." The sisters agree in unison.

"Bah, no twins then. Come little people, let us go get tankred."

"Uhh, you mean tanked?"

"No, my friend Tankred, I've been looking for him. That's why I left those lightweights behind at the bar."

You don't know what a Tankred is, but so long as the old dread is happy, whatever.

"Can... Can I ride you now puhleeeeasssseee?!?!?" Senna asks, tugging on Bjorn's leg.

"Even in death I still give piggyback rides."

"Yay!" Senna happily and astoundingly quickly scales up the ancient armor until she stands on top.

"Ohmigosh you have to get up here Senda!"

>>17588064
blackout, wake up sans twins? or wake up with twins but NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED... it's a natural 1 waiting to happen

then its agreed? challenge bjorn to drinks!

if bjorn is wasted, does that make him...

the drunk tank?

>>17588075
What a fucking bro.

>>17588075
>Tankred
>TANKRED
TANKRED ENDURES!!

>>17588093
As long as we don't somehow end up losing the twins when we inevitably lose.

>>17588121
then they should participate as well, but we make sure they pass out first. And, if things start to go badly, we make a hasty exit having to return the two twins to the boat.

>>17588093
we have already had pre-drinks to so we are evens

>>17588093

I lolled

Senda sighs, but then humors her sister and climbs up as well.

"Now then, drink drink drink." The old fartcan booms before grabbing a distillery tank right off a building. He pours the liquid down his front. You can sense he is somehow drinking it.

"Hey! Watch it with the booze! That or get me some!" Senda yells, annoyed at nearly getting drenched by Bjorn's antics.

"Hush twins, for now is the hour of boozing." He retorts, tossing aside the now empty tank.

"You there, Commissar grey knight thing, take us to the bar, that we may reap the harvest of inebriation. For surely that is where Tankred shall be."

"Dude there are like, a hundred bars here..." You gesture around, pointing out no less than twenty.

"Silence, and do as told."

"C'mon Max, just humor him." Senda shrugs, eager to get moving.

"Bah, fine. I hope you are ready you old fart, I'm going to drink you under the table." With that, you lead them to an establishment large enough for Bjorn to enter.

>>17588142
this thread is now well worth the promotions I shall be handing out.

>>Commissar grey knight thing

>>mfw i lost it there

The first thing you notice upon entering, is the other dreadnaught. He stands at a table, surrounded by sixteen rough looking pirates, all laying face down on the table. This other dread is still pouring a cask of rum down his front.

"Where do you all keep coming from?!"

But both dreads ignore you.

"Tankred my old friend, it appears you are the last one standing."

"Tankred endures." The other dreadnaught agrees.

"Excellent. Now let us school this young whippersnapper in what it truly means to imbibe."

"We're drinking too!" Senna pouts from atop Bjorn.

"Heh, as though I would lose to a bunch of old men."

1d20 for drinking competition

I hope we get a Bronaught.

rolled 6 = 6

im sure this will go well

rolled 4 = 4

>>17588178
Oh god here we go

rolled 13 = 13

booze for the booze god

rolled 19 = 19

Sure as sure.

>>17588178
here goes nothnig!

rolled 10 = 10

>>17588178

Don't make Max look like a bitch, dice gods.

rolled 15 = 15

Outdrinking dreads? ooookay

>>17588193
>>17588205
>we wake up in a ratty old bathroom with our face in the toilet and our pants around our ankles, and the twins have left us out of disgust

>>17588193
We shall not lose!

rolled 8 = 8

>>17588209
now with 100% more dice in the email field

>>17588208
no more rollan

>Consider eatlanc
afterwards we shall eat lanc?

rolled 4 = 4

late, but why not

>>17588208
our lucky day for drinking!

don't roll anymore!

rolled 11 = 11

let's try that again

>Everyone please stop rolling, we've got a 19 already.

>>17588237
stop it you fool! your just getting worse!

rolled 18 = 18

>>17588244
But what about the nat 1 story?

Yeah.

Auto spoiler is rather irritating I must admit. Thank god for Chant

>>17588208
Are we a bad enough dude to drink a Bjorn the Drunk-handed under the table?

yep, that's more or less all there is to say on the matter.

>>17588260
>your pic
3 hours later

Bumping the best quest /tg/ has ever had.

>>17588281
also the best thread in the best quest.
>needs more heretical loving though.

"As though either of you stood a chance."

You ready your mind, and your liver.

The first round is set before you, each an entire flagon of dark rum...

Damn, you aren't walking away from here sober.

Though it takes you several minutes, you finally manage to finish off the entirety of the sweet cane booze. Already, you are starting to feel its effects.

Both dreads drink theirs with seemingly little difficulty, though each of them has an entire keg, since so much is wasted as it drips down their front.

"I'zzat all *hic* of 'et? Blah, waznt so tuff..." Senna mocks, poking you in the side.

"Silly little brown girls, that was just the warmup round." Tankred laughs.

"You had best prepare your body, the next round begins now."

On Bjorn's last word, the next go of drinks is indeed laid down before you.

This continues for a half dozen or so rounds.

>>17588287
hey, we already had our way with daemonettes, a tau, a squad of bolter bitches and deflowered an eldar.
can you ask for more than that?

HELL YES YOU CAN

>>17588298
oh god, i don't think our liver was truly ready for this

we should invent some sort of tube-like device, that can help drinks pass through small spaces. that way more get into the dreads than onto the floor.

>>17588309
Wait, we deflowered Esh? When the fuck did I miss this?

>>17588309
Heresy? No, THIS IS TEEEEEEEGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

>>17588309
AND we:
outrode Doomrider, twice
facepunched abbadon, thrice
fished for and KILLED the fishgod
bearfriended Inquisitor Darkhammer
surfed the Immaterium with the Emperor
befriended a carnifex

>>17588326
Last thread

>>17588326

Early last thread, there was some bleed over between the threads if i recall.

>>17588316
we already have those.
Its called a funnel.

>>17588343
areyouawizard.jpg

>>17588326
last thread, right at the beginning.

>>17588326

it was delicious.....

>>17588343

thatsthejoke.jpg

>>17588355
Loving all the HL drawfags ITT

>>17588341
This... this is... GLORIOUS.

rolled 1 = 1

Come to think of it, rolling for extra beer endurence

"An so dats when Logan punches me in mah face!" You finish the story, laughing so hard you can barely finish.

"Haw haw hawwwww...ZzZzZzZ..." Bjorn laughs, before the massive dreadnaught tips backwards, landing hard and splintering a table. Thankfully the table's inhabitants managed to move out of the way in time.

Well, that's one dread down...

The twins are both snoozing, propped up against one another as they sleep. Senna blabbers something in her sleep every few minutes before going back to light snoring.

"Tankred... Endures..." The other old dreadnaught replies, as the last of the keg drains off of his front.

"You is... You is a tuff ol' man, shit." You boggle.

"I am the law." Tankred burps.

"Are... Are you both sure you can handle this?" The waitress asks, setting down yet another flagon of rum.

"I was *belch* born ready." You manage.

"Whatever, your funeral buddy."

"I shall the victorious be today, Yarrik wannabee."

"Pah, in your forever entombed dreams."

Both of you get to drinking, though both of you are well past your actual limits.

"Tank... Durrsss..." The old dread drops his cask, and starts snoring, loudly.

"Oh, the rums gone..." You muse, holding the clear glass in front of your face, the world around it spinning.

>>17588298
If dreadnaughts are dead SM's and their concious is kept alive by "techonology aint gotta explain shit", how is the liver processing the alcohol?

>>17588397
... and this is what i like to call, tempting fate

>>17588403
pure heresy power

victory.

>>17588401
we need to get someone to quickly pict-record us awake and everyone else asleep before we pass out to offset the inevetitable pics or it didn't happen

>>17588401
>rum's gone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JImcvtJzIK8

"Oh, good of you to find Bjorn for me." Logan laughs as he slaps you on the back.

"Now lets see if you can make it in the big leagues."

He sets down a frosted mug of nut brown ale in front of you.

You slam it back before saying anything.

Though when you go to open your mouth...

"Bleaagghhhhh!!!!"

You wipe your face, and Logan grimaces at the fresh vomit adorning his armor.

You pass out before hearing what anyone has to say.

>have 4chan extension
>still refresh every 5 seconds
>mfw

>>17588458
We have failed!

there's that 1. still, we outrdrank two dreads. still counts as a win.

>>17588458
Can we now call the dreads as backup like doom? DO WE CHUG BOOZE AND HOW LIKE A WOLF INSTEAD OF COCAINE?

Max: Steven Bulm
Sister Lycheria: Tabitha St. Germain
Ailia: Tara Strong
Esh: Grey DeLisle
Senna and Senda: Grey DeLisle
Kaleshi: Melissa Fahn
Tonya: Dionne Quan
Mika: Andrea Libman
Karen: Olivia D'Abo
Doomrider: Tommy Blacha
Abbadon: Christopher Sabat
Nurgle: John DiMaggio
Slaanesh: Tim Curray
Khorn: Keith David
Tzeentch: Nicole Oliver
Warboss: John DiMaggio
Emperor: Crush (Finding Nemo)
Malice: Frank Welker
DarkHammer: Tony Jay
Kais: Scott McNeal
8: Phil Lamar
Vect: David Kaye
Ra'alman: Ian Holm
Tankered: Brian Blessed

Sorry I'm late, colledge

>>17588513
You don't have Papa-N when he green texts. My vote is for Morgan Freeman narrator style

I sigh at the sight, the Space Wolves sniggering but fairly impressed.

Well, I guess they should be. Not every day a dreadnaught gets trumped in a drinking contest, I guess.

"Cant leave him alone for a day, can you?"

Its true, and I knew it. Which is why I'd... Borrowed... A sister of battle sanctified jetski and followed the massive Dark Eldar pleasure craft.

I pause, watching the Astartes as he laughs and gestures to Max.

"..."

"Eh? Don't say much, do ya kid?"

"...I get that a lot..." I reply.

A heavy hand on my shoulder.

I look up, and notice its Logan Grimnar himself. Never thought I'd meet someone of his importance, until I remember I've met the Emperor.

"Don't worry about it. I know you assassins have a pretty tough lot in life." He smiles, perhaps even warmly.

But I can see right through the guise, the falseness of it all.

I can't blame him. We Vindicare don't exactly have a... Stellar reputation. After all, we are the ones who get a call to wipe out someone thought to be tainted by chaos that the Inquisition would rather just be gone with. Admittedly, that sometimes includes space marines.

Its the same everywhere. Well, the few times I've ever met anyone. Talking to others as a Vindicare is difficult, as the Ordo does everything in its power to assure you never get a chance.

Ever since being whisked away to be made into an assassin, I can probably count the number of people I've met aside from those in the Ordo on a single hand.

>>17588581
>Sanctified Jetski

not for much longer

>>17588581
YES.

kinda feel for Eight. poor (used to be) kid

The twins?

Hot Delfdar bondage? We missed it!? Nooooooo

"Dammmit Helenenea, gimme bak mah *belch* mufrsknsrrr...." Max mumbles angrily, before falling back asleep.

Thankfully the Dark Eldar crew arrive and start carrying off the twins and Max, who despite being passed out, somehow manages to walk.

"Thanks for grabbing us..." The one who introduced himself to me earlier trails off.

"Eight."

"Right. You sure you don't want a ride back with us?"

I'm not sure how to answer that. The ride over here wasn't unpleasant, despite the small issue of the Necron ship. In the chaos I'd rigged a melta-bomb to the side of it, tipping the scales and forcing their hand into a hasty retreat.

[ ] Ride back on jetski

[ ] Ride with the Dark Eldar


>Doomrider surveys the empty bar, the smashed tables the dreadnaughts had landed on, the spilled booze
>"FUCK, I MISSED THE PARTY!"
>"No Doomrider, you are the party."
>and then doomrider got sloshed

[ ] Ride with the Dark Eldar

>>17588657
[X] JETSKI TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!

[x] Ride with the Dark Eldar

earned it, he has

Jetski...after you introduce Eight to the Twins...

I think they will like each other...

>>17588657
Deldar skiff. Tow the jetski

Also have the SW's mention that Max drank them under the table for future epic brofist.

>>17588657
Dark Eldar

protectin'

Wait...let me rephrase that...

Eight rides with the the Delfdar Twins!

>>17588700
Eight rides the Deldar Twins
>fixed

>>17588700
>>17588725
...the twins are ours. This has already been established.

>>17588700
No, the DE are Max's.
Remember, his twins.

I still think Eight should end up with Macha.

>>17588735
very much so. but there's bound to be more on the ship for Eight to enjoy. plus, he gets to relax on a boat instead of doing shit for himself for once.

Remember, 8 is only 14

[x] Ride with the Dark Eldar

I shrug.

"I guess I'll ride with you, as long as we can tow the jetski back. Unlike this guy, I return things I borrow."

Teach laughs.

"Alright, lets get going then."

I walk out with them, and the cool evening air seems to have brought Max around someone.

"Kid?" He asks, a bit bleary eyed.

"Being as careful as ever, I see." I fold my arms, which shifts the rifle strapped to my back.

"Eh, just the average day." Max splashes himself with a bottle of water one of the crew hands him.

"Hey man, you should meet some of the crew. Some of those girls working the cannons. Unf!" He bites his lip and holds out his hands in a gesture for large size.

I don't say anything. The truth is... Its been a long time since I've even talked to a girl before meeting that Tau one. Am I... A bit shy? Around girls? No, I'm just focused on my mission, or so I try to assure myself.

Max doesn't press the issue, instead taking over for the crew as he hefts each of the twins over a shoulder and starts a rambling and off-tune rendition of "a pirates life".

...If only I could be so carefree...

I stop when Max pauses in front of me, turning around.

"You know, I really do have to thank you Eight." He says, his face serious for once.

"You've saved my ass more than once." He nods in respect.

"Its nothing."

"No, I mean it. If you never need anything, anything at all, just let me know."

I nod and... Smile?

"Great, now lets get back to the ship. I still need to devise a plan so Vect doesn't flay me alive for damaging it.

I follow behind them, feeling lighter on my feet. Maybe even happy?

>>17588760
Excellent! Then Uncle Max can begin the teaching of the femine secrets to him at an age where Eight can learn things much faster.

>>17588776
>someone

someWHAT

>>17588760
He's young, but where the hell did you find out his actual age?

>>17588759
Here's to hoping Macha, somehow, ends up on that ships!
Through Tzeentch trickery, preferably.

>>17588760
and he's met the emperor
his body is ready

on a less huehuehuey note, i agree that twins may be a bit much for a haven't-talked-to-six-people-yet boy. but he still needs a friend

>>17588776
Eight is one of my favorites here.
And now we've got an excuse to help him, since Max admits he owes the guy!

Good times all around.
Now, to see about having Emps convince Tzeentch to set up a meeting between him and Macha.
Then Taldeer won't be the only one with a Vindicare!

>>17588848
Already tried that.
And the spoiler tag is [/spoiler] anyway.

"Raise the anchor, heft the sails, get crackin you fish its time to hit the seas!" You shout to the crew, who chuckle but start actually preparing to leave.

The ship looks at least a bit better than it did before you left it, and it seems Teach accomplished a fair bit of repairs. Despite this, the damage done to it is still very apparent.

You wince. Well, hopefully Vect will still be as thankful you took his daughters out of his hair for a day as he was earlier.

Somehow you doubt it will be that easy...

"How does she fare, Teach?" You ask the pilot.

"Not in perfect spirit, but she'll run." He nods to the freshly repaired sails.

"Excellent." You give him a fist bump.

"We'll have a longer ride back to the mainland, I'm afraid. Wind won't be at our back like it was on the way here."

"Might be for the best, I don't know how ready I am to face Vect." You shrug.

"Well, he might not kill you. Maybe." Teach teeters his head back and forth, as though debating in his mind.

"...Thanks for the confidence boost..."

"Anytime." He cracks back.

"Now then, if you need me, I'll be in my cabin. So ask the kid with the big gun instead, because I probably won't wake up."

Teach laughs, shaking his head as he does.

You look over at Eight, who is sitting alone some fifty feet above, perched on the mast. Well, at least he decided to ride along instead of hanging back to himself this time.

You hoist the twins and head down the stairs toward the Captain's bunk.

>>17588860
the js is picking up on all the text in <span class='spoiler'>

only a few hours left anyways.

>>17588860
i'm refugee from /wg and /v
excuse the ignorance

.

and /b

>>17588873
I've tried both, neither worked.
There is a script added to the comments box to clear out any code that you may decide to add to it.
Rather fundamental security precaution there.
And as spoilers don't work on /tg/...that being said, closing the tag may work on spoiler boards....

>>17588860
>>17588827

Get stylish add-on for FF, I lost the link to the script to disable spoilers but its out there.

Alternatively, greasemonkey + http://pastebin.com/vpy3paxB works, according to /g/

>>17588899
I'm just using android.
Chant doesn't show formatting, so I just get the text.

>>17588899
>implying switching from the greatest browser (chrome)

Or just go to (in FireFox) Settings, colours, and force the text to be shown in your chosen colour. The blackout doesn't affect me.

You busy yourself shedding your power armor, which is admittedly much harder this time then what you remembered it being.

The twins have woken back up, and you surmise that alcohol doesn't effect Dark Eldar nearly as much as humans, as they are fine and you are hammered.

Oh sweet, crisp sheets, you so crazy. You almost instantly drift off to sleep.

Almost.

"Wah! What are we goona do on the bed?!" Senna jumps and lands on the bed.

>Pomf=3

"The same thing we do every night, dear sister."

"...Try to take over the world?"

"Sleep!" Senda scolds her twin.

"Blah, sleep is laaammeee. Lets have some fun instead!"

They look over at you, but its too late, you're already out.

"See, no use." Senda says, gesturing at you.

"Pfft, to you maybe."

"Oh? Just what are you going to do, dear sister?"

"Huh? Well, rape him awake, of coarse."

>>17588958
iamsuprisinglyokwiththis.jpg

>"...Try to take over the world?"

>>17588989
Kind of want to make some kind of pun relating to max's "pinky", fucking nostalgia...

>theichi opening
Ichi the killer has left an opening? You fool captcha! It's a trap!

~whip *CRACK!!*

Your eyes fly open from the impact.

"Hohoho? That certainly woke you up." Senna grins evilly as she grips the whip that just smacked you.

"H-hey... We're all tired, can't we just get some sleep?" You ask, painfully aware that your hands and feet are both bound.

And you are naked...

"Hah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Senna coos, before smacking you in the side again.

"I never took you YOU for the sadistic one!" You grunt, as you strain to avoid another blow.

"Oh, did you think that it would be me? Bad guess, I'm the nicer one." Senda says from across the room, adjusting her reading glasses as she turns a page.

She's got your number, you did expect it to be her and not Senna.

"Well, as nice as it can be. Don't let her fool you, she's totally shlicking under that lap blanket." Senna bends down, whispering to you behind her hand.

"Am not!" Senda wings a pillow at her sister.

Senna dodges it easily, laughing and dancing around as her sister continues to throw things and she dodges out of the way.

"Ahh?! Look, you've kept me busy and now he's asleep. AGAIN!"

"Oh don't blame me." Senda scoffs.

"Too late, now come help me."

"Ugh, fine! Just don't bother me when I read afterwards!"

>>17589022

Something feels good...

You watch in shock as Ra'alman sinks you deeper into her.

"Yess, come to me my lover~" The fish god coos, pulling forcing you to thrust with her powerful tail.

"Oh no! Nope nein nyet!" You shout, realizing only afterwards, that you had been sleeping.

"Hnuh?" Senna inquires, looking up from her tongue-work.

"Well, *lick* I guess you were right, that did work." Senda says, surprised.

"I'm not going to get any sleep until I finish, am I?" You grumble.

"Until WE finish, fixed that for ya." Senna smiles maliciously.

[ ] Break out of your bonds

[ ] Keep the cuffs on

>>17589066
No silly twin.
Until Max Finishes it
Break Out

>>17589066
[X] Keep the cuffs on, for now.

>>17589066
[ ] Pretend to struggle good naturedly

Let's see where this goes.

>>17589066
Break out! No elfdar, dark or not, can dominate a human!

we bide our time my brothers and then when they are vunerable we break out and fuck their brains out.

[X] Cuffs stay on, whats the worst that could happen

[ ] break the cuffs

xeno's dont fuck max decarus
max decarus fucks xeno's

>>17589102
>youmustbenewhere.jpg
thats the point.

>captcha: The Decrker
we should try and perform this position

>>17589148
>handcuffed
>at sea
>Ra'alman still lurks
>worst that can happen

Want to find out?

[x] Keep the cuffs on
DE dominatricies? Hell yes.

>>17589066
break out of the bonds!

They will know the *loving* wrath of the Emprah

>>17589171
aww bitch.

Is it too late to call Dreadnaughtbro?

>>17589171
BACK YOU DEVIL!

>>17589148
yan-cron could come, murder everybody, and steal max away.

>>17589171

[X] Cuffs stay on

>>17589066
We are the only ones who do raping around here.
We can break these cuffs...

>>17589171
Well, it's not like we can brake the cuffs anytime we want if the other option was something to go by

[x] Cuffs stay on

Thought id missed the quest, good to see its here. Also, hell yes DE twins!

>>17589189
The next time we see her, she is going to be opened up, and reprogramed, Mika and SLaDOS should have alot of fun with that.

>>17589221
Next time we see her we slag her with plasma fire

>>17589171
Hands?! Who need hands to fish the high seas! We shall please the lovelies beheld to us without the use of such filthy appendages, and the great fish will know our might and repent!

[x] Keep the cuffs on

>>17589226
which we cant do if we are cuffed.

[x] cuffs come off

"Oh no, I can't get out of these bonds!" You fake being startled.

"Fuah..." Senna pulls her mouth back, a strand of saliva linking it to your Inquisitor, who despite the copious amounts of alcohol, is on his feet.

"Well of coarse not, how would it be any fun if we just let you do what you want?" She asks.

Senna jumps up on you, straddling over your waist, before Sends gives her a shove that sends her twin back onto the bed.

"As if you get to go first, you interrupted my reading, I go first!"

"B-but I did most of the work getting him ready... Ahh?!" Senna protests in disappointment as Senda starts her fun.

It takes a shocking amount of time for the less hyper (though that isn't saying much) twin to lower herself all the way.

"This feels... Different, than what we usually use, sister." Senda comments, her face flush.

"Well yeah, it isn't fake, for one. For two, it isn't one of us using it on the other!" Senna replies, as though it were obvious.

"You guys... Use things, on each other?" You are genuinely interested, and like where this conversation is headed.

"Well yeah, what set of twins doesn't?" They ask, looking between each other with a "dis nigga" look.

"Now be a good boy and squirm around like you aren't enjoying it." Senda licks her lips.

>>17589242
>"Now be a good boy and squirm around like you aren't enjoying it." Senda licks her lips.

Yes ma'am~

"Oh yes, exactly like that..." Senda bites her lip as she works herself into a rhythm.

She's so tight it's like she's purposefully squeezing down on your power sword. What she interprets as you playing along is in actuality, you writhing in pleasure.

"Feh, if I have to wait, then..." Senna plants herself on your face.

"Don't just lay there, get to work!" She commands.

You obey, and pretty soon her hips are shaking and she's almost grinding on your mouth.

This continues for a good five or so minutes, and you start to feel that lightheaded sensation. Until Senda hops off and clamps down hard with her foot.

You jolt at the sensation.

"I told you, this isn't over until we're finished." She coos, reaching into a drawer.

Wait, why is she grabbing out a syringe?

"Oh this? Don't worry, this will just keep you... Fresh." Senda smiles, squirting out a small bit of the fluid and tapping the thin needle.

[ ] Oh, ok, whatever

[ ] Panic

[X] Oh, ok, whatever

... and now i must leave
well, i'll just get the rest of it at...
OY!
suptg awesome person, can you fix suptg()thisisnotatrueending ()com/archive/17585606/ to not have spoiler all over the awesome? plzkthx

>>17589319
eep!

Go with the flow baby.

>>17589319
[x] Oh, ok, whatever

Just roll with it, do some mock yet convincing panicking to play along but don't actually panic or try to escape.

[ ] Oh, ok, whatever

[ ] Panic

[X] Make it a double

roll with it. i doubt they will intentionally kill us. who knows it could actually supercharge us or our mind powers. don't forget Delfdar are as psychic as elfdar

>Needle
[x] ...that needs a bit more explanation

>>17589319
has this been tested on HEWMANS?!
already had 1 poison fort roll earlier at dinner!

now i really gotta go

[ ] break bonds, inject self, then fuck them till they bleed

>>17589394
>In this thread, people believe you have to be apha as fuck to enjoy ones self

we are a Commissar of the imperium. attack and aggression is the only answer

Well, whatever gets them off you guess...

"Holy shit wait what!?" You yell as you feel something prick your shaft.

"Oh hush, don't be such a baby. Its just a simple combat drug is all, slightly modified, but still..."

That does nothing to quell your rising sense of panic as you feel the cool liquid being injected, which is terrifying and painful and oh damn you were not prepared for this.

The concoction takes effect nearly instantly, causing you to swell to nearly double your girth, as it were. Your carapace gets so rock hard its almost painful, no wait, it is a little painful.

"See? That wasn't so bad, and my, what an effect! Those traders in the Commorragh were right!"

"Wow, that is pretty effective..." Senna muses, prodding it with her finger.

Senda wastes no time in hopping back on, and when she does, you almost have a heart attack.

Literally, you can feel your heart spasm.

"Oh shit girls, I think that was perhaps a bad idea."

"Don't worry, don't worry, you're probably just feeling the minor pulmonary and or cardiac side effects!"

"That doesn't make me feel ANY BETTER, AT ALL!!!"

"Too much talking, get back to work." Senna scoffs, forcing herself back down on your face.

>>17589429
tl;dr
HHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGG

>>17589429
wait, carapace?

do we now have a bug dick?

Oh to have a slight domination fetish...

>>17589456

I...really? Is this your first thread? Papa-N replaces crass words like "dick" with 40k terms. Like our cock being a mighty Inquisitor, plunging into the depths of the unknown and heretical.

>>17589476
>>17589513
Can't believe I missed that

>and gave him a huehuehue suggestion

>soniamdissapoint.jpg

Senda's movements become more rapid and erratic, and despite yourself you can't help but enjoy the ride. Her pale breasts bounce seductively in your face, contrasting starkly with her now tanned body.

"C'mon, c'mon..." Senna teases her twin, reaching out and twisting her nipples.

"Hurry up and cummmmmm!!!" She gives them one final hard squeeze, and Senda jolts.

"Hahhhh!!!!!" The Dark Eldar girl riding you shouts as you feel her convulse, her insides wrapping tightly around you and pulsating. Her orgasm lasts nearly a full minute, before she collapses down on top of you, her head falling right into her sisters lap.

You let yourself fly as well.

Well, you try to anyways...

"What the shit, I can't shoot anything?!" You are very shocked and more than slightly disturbed.

"Oh quit being so melodramatic. You can't FOR NOW, it will go back to normal. Eventually." Senna laughs.

"Besides," She continues, sliding her panting twin off of you. "Its my turn now."

Rather than facing you directly, Senna watches over her shoulder as she lowers herself down, back toward you.

As mortified as you are about your current situation with the Inquisitor being barred from his exterminatus, you can't help but appreciate the view.

Senna's ass slaps down hard against you as she picks up the pace, and her cute little pink rear hatch pops into view each time her hips thrust down onto you.

"Excuse me, Max." Senda says, sliding up to your chest and getting to her knees.

"Payback time!" She shouts, before pulling back her hand, and delivering a hard and echoing slap to her twin's backside.

"H-hey!" Senna tries to protest, but Senda smacks her again.

"Shut up, you know you like it!" The "less sadistic" twin grins.

Senna's hips thrust down frantically, Senda continuing to smack her until her right cheek is noticeably red.

You feel one final smack/thrust combo finish her off.

"Nggghhh....!!!" Senna slams herself down and holds there, as the same stimulating feeling wraps around you during her climax.

"Wow. I so needed that." Senna sighs in satisfaction.

"Indeed. Well, time for some sleep." Senda replies stretching out and feeling the cool sheets against her skin.

Only they both stop their idle conversation when they notice you aren't laying down. In fact, you are very erect. Even more, while they had been chatting, you'd slipped your bonds.

"Bed? Sleep?" You laugh, turning around to face them. They both panic as they look back and forth between your heads.

"No no ladies, there will be no rest for the wicked tonight." You laugh, approaching them. They back up until they hit the headboard.

None of you get any sleep that night...

[ ] Frederick's date with Helena

[ ] Endless Eight

[ ] Thread closed due to spoilers

>>17589651
Heh, enjoyable thread, as always.

[x] Helena

>>17589651

Excellent end, Papa

[X] Endless Eight

>>17589676
Slowest HLQ ever though. Not that I mind, had nothing to do today and it was fun.

Damn spoilers really took down the board speed a notch, but I'm glad I didn't put this off until Friday because I think it went well.

[x] Thread closed due to spoilers

great place for it

[X} Endless Eight- honestly, I find him our little Vindi a lot more interesting than Helena, sorry.

I'm a guess the first one is proverbial "go on papa". By
endless Eight I assume you mean we get to see what
Eight is doing. Stopping is not an option. That said
go on papa.

[ ] Frederick's date with Helena

holy shit i forgot all about this

[ ] Frederick's date with Helena

i must know.

>>17589699
Well, at least the spoilers were only for a day.
And I agree, the change of pace was nice.

Endless eight ftw. Tell me he gets hit on by sweet Delfdar

>>17589651
>Endless Night

>>17589651
Helena

Well, I guess I can do both for a bit

Someone remind me in the next thread to post on how to remove the spoilers so anyone who wants to read the archive isn't fucked over.

Frederick idles nervously as he stops the bike outside of Helena's barracks. He borrowed it from a friend for tonight.

Checking his chronometer, he itches the back of his head with one of his claw arms, wondering what's taking her so long.

One of his friends congratulated him on the date, and said something like this might happen, but just to be patient.

Another replied simply with "Bitches and hereteks."

"Sorrryyyy!!!" Frederick almost jumps in joy as Helena comes barreling out of the door.

"D-don't worry, plenty of time left to make the showing." He pipes up, somehow finding his courage despite almost being knocked off the bike by her beauty.

She almost looks like a different girl. Short skirt blowing in the wind, clutching her small handbag with a huge smile. A far cry from her usual gruff wrench-in-hand covered-in-tank-grease fatigues and black boots look.

Frederick isn't complaining, not one bit.

"Thank you, Omnissiah." He whispers, knowing she can't see him say it through the hood.

"Lets get going!" Helena, laughing happily, climbs on behind Frederick. The tech-priest has to stop himself from jumping with glee as he feels her fleshy orbs press into his back. he made sure to hold his additional arms out of the way, just in hopes that something like that would happen.

At this moment, he's happier than he's ever been. His hood flies down as he guns the engine, his unkempt crop of jet black hair whipping in the wind.

Helena smiles to herself, knowing full well what she did. She doesn't care, she is going to make this date a success no matter what.

how tech'd up is frederick the techpriest?

>Well, I guess I can do both for a bit
Oh papa you crowd pleaser you.

>>17589830
Y R U SO GEWD AT WRITEFAG!?

>>17589855

Four mechanical arms, including one ending in a plasma pistol and another in a drill. Despite his shy attitude and how new he is, he's rising quickly through the ranks and viewed as a hard worker by his superiors, hence the plasma pistol.

>>17589865
Sold my soul to the devil. We fucked. She came.

since we know you have an endgame planned, harem included, have you planned out any bad-ends?

The ship rocks lazily side to side in the gentle breeze, waves lapping gently at the damaged sides. Thankfully it's still afloat, I was getting pretty worried watching the battle unfold before I could get to it.

With Max at least somewhat secure down below, I can finally rest easy. Poor guy, he probably just passed out as soon as he got down there.

I'm not used to the waves, or the sea. I've seen it plenty of times, on many different worlds, but it just isn't something I think I'll ever get completely used to.

The jungle is what I really know. Though I haven't been to Catachan since the day the man in grey pulled me from her grasp and thrust me into this life. It may be a death world, but somehow it was home.

The Dark Eldar were accommodating enough, having given me as much food as I could eat and some fresh water. They also had some good cigarettes, which I busy myself with. A bad habit I'd picked up, but when your freedom is so restricted, you do what you can just to feel like you've made a decision on your own.

I look down at the ragged photo, for what is probably the hundredth time. I really should throw it away, burn it, something. All it ever does is make my heart hurt. I don't know the word to describe the feeling.

I'd tried once before, but had ended up going back to retrieve it. It is the only link I still have to a past other than the Ordo. Something real, more free.

I watch the xenos below, conversing with one another as they work. The sight is interesting. I don't get to see much other than a target in my crosshairs too often, well, that and expanses of wilderness or half demolished cities.

I almost wish I was one of them. What it must be like to have at least some kind of personal motivation, to be able to decide almost everything on your own.

Though I don't know what happens now. What I'll do after all this is over. Likely be picked up by my handlers and ferried on to my next mission.

That thought is depressing, but I know its pointless to struggle against inevitability.

>>17589938
eh, you mean trollan? sure there will be some but I don't really plan it out. I don't plan a ton as it is, everything but Tortuga being the destination was made up as I wrote.

I do have an endgame in mind, and eventually HLQ will end, but I'm not mean enough to end it badly.

The bad-end kind of stuff is more what I'm planning with to go into Eight's story. Though I've only done some light planning/etc for it thus far. It will be a far more serious thing than HLQ, while maintaining as much comedy I hope.

>>17589958
>>17589966
If you just thought that up on the spot I will believe that devil thing you said. Even if it was pre-written shit's still good.

>>17589984
>Eight
>Bad end

Um...
I'd...
I'd like to restate my opinion of letting the guy meet Macha, here.

is it actually possible for us to fuckup badly enough and have one or more of the girls leave us/die/ become enemies?

Frederick, a true gentleman in most regards, offers his hand and helps Helena off of the bike.

The theater isn't a terribly ornate thing. In fact, in reality it's an old indoor firing range with a projector set up inside. It was built at the rampant demanding of the guard stationed here, as there was little else to do here but train and get into trouble. Bored guardsmen a well run garrison does not make.

Helena cheerfully follows Frederick as he enters, and her eyebrows raise as he stops abruptly in the doorframe.

"Is something wrong?" She pipes up.

"Err... Nothing really, we're just the only ones here."

What he doesn't tell her is that he had paid off the guard in charge of theater duty for the week to post an all-points bulletin everywhere but the tankers lounge that the theater would be closed tonight for cleaning. The tankers he didn't have to worry about, they have their own large projector in their commons and never bother with the far hike to the crummy run-down theater.

Frederick picks a seat in the middle, plopping down on the simple folding chair situated on the cold concrete below.

Helena takes the seat to his left, brushing her skirt out as she sits, due to its short length.

"What's on tonight?" She asks, though her real interest is far from the screen.

"Galactic Partridges: How we Defeated Horus." He reads off the card.

"Wow, those guys sure are tough bastards, aren't they." Helena ponders, her brow knit.

"Yeah, I heard they recently cleared out a massive Necron tomb on Yagis V."

Helena raises an eyebrow.

"Yagis? My brother is there."

"Well, if the Partridges are there, he's in the safest place in this galaxy." Frederick smiles.

>>17590046
I suppose yes, though you would really have to bone yourself somehow.

As it stands, the majority of /tg/ seems to want yanderecron dead, so it might be a choice to kill her or not

>>17590095
well the only way to sex her seems to be necroning ourselves, so...

>>17590095
I'm on the side of reprograming the crazy out of her

>>17590085
Praise the Partridges.

>>17590116

Incorrect!

Papa-N has implied through the opening choice there may be a way to reprogram her.

Leave no harem member behind!

what made you start heretical love? what was the inspiration?

and where do you hope max ends up?

Concerning Yanderecron, at this point it's going to ultimately come down to a choice between fragging her or trying to "fix" her. As it stands, I think it will be a close vote.

In other news I'm excited to be getting my tablet soon. I'm hoping it will get me back into drawing and I'll drawfag some of the shit from HLQ. I used to enjoy drawing until I lost about 50% or so of the nerves in most of my arm and it was just too hard to do anything detail-wise with a pencil. But that was years ago and I was never really great at art, and I've learned to cope and don't have a problem with fine motor skills in my hand anymore. The drawings will probably turn out awful and be subject to immediate exterminatus.

You guys want more Eight or Helena?

>>17590221

Eight! The hint he may come to a horrible end means we need to cherish the time we have with him!

>>17590221
Eight.

Maaaan, i want Yanderecron to be fix'd

rolled 1 = 1

shit, cant decide.

1. eight
2. helena

Eh papa? Whose your favorite girl?

I have a sneaking suspicion it is Esh personally

>>17590200
Boredom, mostly. Though I like writing and had always wanted to do some kind of quest thread for /tg/. I don't know where/how I had the original thought for HLQ.

I have some future plans for Max and that's all I can really say at this point. Though his story won't be the main focus.

>>17590269
I don't want to say, because I don't want it to influence /tg/'s ultimate decision at all.

So more Eight, then?

>>17590293

MOAR EIGHT

max as a cameo/ supporting character? sounds sexy.

and more eight!

I yawn, exhausted, and drop down from the mast. Though I've stayed awake in excess of one hundred hours before, this sixty or so hour stretch has me pretty beat.

On top of that, I've got a lot of minor aches and pains that all seem to add up to one gnawing discomfort. Again, nothing I'm not entirely used to, but still nothing pleasant. Just because I was trained to cope with it, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

Another yawn as I make my way to the starboard side of the skiff. I'd seen a pile of tarps and assorted sail pieces and whatnot, and I figure it's as good a place as any for some rest.

Sleep and I haven't been good bed partners for a year or so now. I have a hard time falling asleep, and when I finally do, often times I find I wish I hadn't.

I'd heard talk about such a problem, from some of the older Vindicares. Though that definition of old is pretty harsh. Generally we are lucky to live into our late twenties, though I'd only ever heard that through scuttlebutt in passing between other trainees.

I lay down gingerly on the tangle of cloth. The feeling is decadent. Its better than I could have even dreamed of. Same with the food, now that I think about it. I can remember, or think I can remember anyways, a few tastes of Catachan. Various local fauna and flora, the most distinct a tough yellow lizard about five feet in length that had a particularly sweet flesh, if I remember right.

The tablefare I'm used to, however, is far from anything worth remembering. Protein bars, which would be better if they were flavorless. The clear, near tasteless high calorie powser contained in my mask for extended operations...

None of it holds a candle to what I'd eaten tonight. It almost felt wrong for food to taste that good. And here I'd thought that some guard rations I'd pilfered before meeting Max were without a doubt the greatest cuisine in the stars.

do you/did you play tabletop 40k? if yes, what army?
if no, what drew you to do a quest in the 40k universe instead of, say, star wars. or generic fantasy?

>>17590426
So what exactly is Eight Photo?

>>17590432
Yes, and I still do if I can kick the two friends who still play off of TOR and their asses and to a table.

I play a small Nurgle army, and I've never played competitively in the slightest, just fun local games between bros. I've always liked the 40kverse. I like Star Wars, or did until all this newfangled old republic nonsense. The emphasis being placed almost entirely on space wizards has kind of ruined it for me, I was always a Han fan.

>>17590446
Parents.

Movement off to my left makes me pry my eyes back open.

Teach is standing at the railing near me, looking toward the star strewn black sky. Though I'm not sure he knows I'm here, somehow I get the feeling he does. Which is strange, as I'm not used to being spotted.

"Nice night out, isn't it?" He asks without looking over.

"Its alright, I suppose." I reply, a bit annoyed to not be able to fall right asleep. At the same time, I'm both glad and anxious to be talking to someone.

Teach looks over at me, tugging lightly on his long black beard.

"You're a killer, aren't you?" He asks.

My face darkens, and he must have seen it because he quickly waves his hands in peace.

"Apologies, no harm meant. I just get the feeling you are, which is decidedly odd because Max is most certainly not."

I sink down slightly into the cloth as I ponder how to answer.

Have I killed? Yes.

A lot? Undoubtedly.

Does that make me a killer? My stomach lurches, I know the answer I'd like to have... But I know it would be a lie. Yes, I am a killer.

Teach seems to notice my deep thought, and quickly seeks to lighten the conversation.

"Never mind that, honor among warriors is what I stand by. Are my crew treating you well?"

I nod.

"Good, good..." Teach looks back out to the sea.

>>17590526
Suddenly spagetti falls out of Eights pockets

Teach wanders off to go "check the heading" and I'm left now awake and not desiring sleep.

I guess it can wait. According to him, the combination of a strong current and poor wind means the tide is not to our favor. We are going to have to detour around the island, as the channel between it and the mainland is too shallow for our keel.

I could clean my weapons, though I remember I did that just a few hours ago. Its become more of a ritual that calms me down then an actual necessity. The Exitus was made to go long periods without cleaning, as so often is the case in the field.

Instead, I...

[ ] Go check on Max

[ ] See what's going on below the deck, most of the crew seem to be down there now.

[ ] Wander around the upper deck and watch the seas.

[ ] See what's going on below the deck, most of the crew seem to be down there now.

or

[ ] Wander around the upper deck and watch the seas.

>>17590566
>[X] See what's going on below the deck, most of the crew seem to be down there now.

rolled 1 = 1

1. below deck
2. watch the ocean

>>17590566
+1 for some deck action