>>31915719
>An (ex)Guardsmen Quest
We better be a guevesa.
>>This is bad, isn't it?

>>31915719
>You tell me, doc.
>This is bad, isn't it?

>>31915719
>You tell me, Doc.
>It's bad, ain't it?

>>31915719
>Are you an angel

>>31915719
It's not an angel, it's a Sororitas!

>>31915939
>That's not an Angel! It's a Sororitas!
>That's no moon!

Are you an angel?

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>>31915963
>>That's no moon!
Its heaven

>>31916034
That's a demon wearing human skin.
Look at the head, it's turned at an unnatural degree, the neck would be broken already.

>>31916118
Faith miracles, son.

>>31915719

With nothing having yet jumped out and attempted to either shoot, stab, or eat you, you don't see too much of a reason to panic. Whatever's currently in your system is probably helping with that.

Looking up at the figure, you swallow a few times before managing to get your voice working again.

"You tell me, doc." You say, attempting to lean up. A helping hand keeps you steady and before long you're sitting up on the medical bed you find yourself in. Your vision almost cleared, you shake your head and look at the woman next to you.

"It's bad, isn't it?"

Underneath the hood, white teeth contrasts against dark skin as a young woman grins at you. Curious green eyes look you over, her head cocking to the side as she studies you. Suddenly, you feel more like a broken down chimera than a person.

"Oh, please." She chuckles, waving a dismissive hand. "If I were in your position I'd be thrilled. Life as a servitor isn't so bad. So I've heard, at least."

>...what?
>Come again?
>PANIC
>Other?

>>31916129
>Holdout Las to your own head.
"Emperor take me, I won't be some useless Mindscrubbed slave."

>>31916154
Seconding

>>31916129
>Come again?

>>31916126
That sounds like heresy talk to me.

>>31916188
Ain't heresy if you venerate Dat Ass, Commisar.

>>31916129
Wait what servitor? That's bullshit of the highest degree, you've done nothing to deserve this!

>>31916154
...or we could hold lasrifle against *her* head instead.

>>31916227
We're a faithful servant of the Imperium soldier, doing that would be the highest degree of folly.

It's better for her to offer us an alternative, than for us to get purged for assaulting a useful member of the Mechanicus.

>>31916129
Did you remove all my boy bit's or can I have one last good tumbling as a human My Lady?

>>31916129
>>PANIC

Maybe she's, and this is only a MAYBE, maybe she's JOKING with us?

>>31916154
This.

If we still have a gun. How thoroughly do they strip you pre-surgery in the far future?

>>31916306
>techpriest
>sense of humor
Pick one.

>>31916129
>Other
As long as I get to be your servitor, doc.

>>31916245
I'm not yet entirely sure that she's a legit techpriest. It might be a ruse!

>>31916319
Your weapon's would be stored in a locker if your even LUCKY, otherwises it was left behind or is in the armory... a few decks BELOW us.

>>31916287
>My lady.

*tips helmet*

>>31916326
Koriel Zeth had one. Albeit an odd one.

>>31916129

And just like that, you're proven once again that complacency only leads to trouble. Hearing the sudden spike in beeps, your hand shoots for your laspistol... only to find it not there. Or your armor, for that matter. Instead, a horribly pale green hospital gown is in its place. Now that you think about it, maybe that's an upgrade.

"Come again?" you demand, using your only offensive weapon: scowling. "That's bullshit of the highest degree! I've done nothing to deserve this!"

"Quite right." The woman nods solemnly. "That's why I'm frakking with you."

You stare, gaping for a few moments before the woman breaks down into childish snickering. Behind her, a third mechanical appendage sprouting from her shoulder grips the bed for support.

"You're face! Oh, that was rich." She says, straightening once more and trying to look professional once more. And failing. Horribly. "Sorry about that. Thought a little humor might help."

The urge to find your weapon again returns as your eyebrow twitches in annoyance.

>Yeah. Real funny, doc. I'm dying.
>What the hell was that? And who the hell are you?
>Just... for Emperor's sake... tell me what's going on!
>Other?

>>31916353
>Go to reach for weapon to give self Emperor's peace.
>Realize it's not there.
>"I'll be damned if I'm gonna live life as a mindscrubbed servant. Either you can keep me useful, or kill me now."

>>31916383
>Yeah, Real funny Doc. I'm fuckin' dying here.
>Where am I?

>>31916383
>>Just... for Emperor's sake... tell me what's going on!

Apparently we are face.

>>31916383
>Yeah, real funny doc. I'm dying.

I'm a sucker for shitty puns.

>>31916383
>Other
You fucking cuntburgling piss weasel, that wasn't funny at all! Your bedside manner is absolutely terrible, I'm going to file a formal complaint to your superiors!

>>31916383
Tell me are Saint's of the God Emperor usually this lovely or did you tweak my brain a little too hard?

>>31916443
YES we mad!

>>31916383

"Yeah. Real funny, doc. I'm dying." You say, in no mood for this crazy woman's attempt at humor. Seeing your demeanor quickly sour, she offers you a sheepish smile and coughs into her hand. Taking a breath, you take a look around you. This place is obviously meant to house a crowd, but you two are the only ones, minus a few dormant medicae servitors nearby.

"Where am I?" You ask.

"The medbay of the Antebellum," she answers, as if you're supposed to already know. "you've been out of it for nearly a week now. Been feeding you through a straw and waiting to see if you'd pull through."

Having returned to a semi-serious manner, the woman begins to pace back and forth as she starts to rant.

"Oh, believe me, I was all for turning you into a servitor. We always need more of the buggers; damn things always seem to break down so fast. That, and we could use the spare parts. But NO, that's not what she has planned, and no one gets to have a say once the 'plan' is set...'

>Let her rant
>Who is 'she?' On that note, who the hell are you?

>>31916611
>Let her rant. We'll find out about her later. Let's see if she lets something important slip.

>>31916459
I vote this. Hit on the crazy tech priest.

>>31916611
>>Who is 'she?' On that note, who the hell are you?


>the fuck is this? the fuck is that? the fuck are you?

>>31916611
>>Let her rant
Try to get out of bed

>>31916631
We need to learn more about Dat Ass of her's. She is clearly a Tech priest Saint sent by the God Emperor

A humble Guardsman being brought aboard a spaceship for some incredibly intensive medical care means one of two things: we had a really, REALLY compassionate colonel, or we're caught up in something very, very bad for us.

I vote we try and find out as much as we can about this place and these people.

>>31916650
>the fuck are your saying?

>>31916675
There can be no doubt. The Emperor wills it.

>>31916611
Let her rant, try to pick out clues who we are. If they discover that we have amnesia they might still turn us into a servitor.
>>31916631
Let's not, though.

>>31916691
>someone set us up a bomb

>>31916611
>Who is 'she?' On that note, who the hell are you?

I think we're a steve, wouldn't be surprised if we was a john though

>>31916859
Honestly, we sound like a Bob.

>>31916859
Steve sounds familiar, though. We probably were in a heavy weapons team?

>>31916611
Let her rant and try and move around a little to see if we are operational.

>>31916871
My name is Bob, we are Bob.

>>31916689
>Ex Guardsmen Quest
Then
>Inquisitorial Acolyte Quest

>>31916905
Rober Paulson, Heavy Weapons specialist in His Emperors Army.

>Join the guard, they said. It'd be fun, they said. Or we'll shoot you and your family for treason, they said.

>>31916871
>Bob
Pls No
I knew a Bob before he was a real dick commisar told the fagget hold the line then he tried to say I wasn't holding the line.
Fuck Bob I was holding the shit out of that fucking line

>>31915800
>We better be a guevesa.
Fuck Gue'vesa, they are traitors to humanity, Chaos aligned humans may be selfish psychopaths but at least they put humans before xenos even if those humans are only themselves.

>>31916934
**Robert

>>31916934
Heavy Weapons Bob sounds fine to me, seconding.

>>31916611

As she continues to talk the mechadendrite behind her lowers down and almost seems to cower behind her like a child watching their parents have an argument. Only in this case it's utterly one-sided. You look around for someplace to make a run for it, but the only exit you see is behind her and you're not sure if your legs could carry you.

"When a hellgun's acting up and they need mommy to fix it, who do they come to? Me! Someone has a whittle scratch on their big bad carapace? I beat it back into place! And it likes it! But no one ever asks me what I think when we're heading off to Throne knows where! I mean, I rarely ever go with the ground teams, and they tend to bring me back all sorts of stuff to take apart..."

She paused, frowning and looking as if she'd just kicked a baby grox. Then she turns on you with big, worried eyes.

"I'm horrible, aren't I?" She asks, rubbing her hands together anxiously. Somehow you've witnessed a one argument be lost and won at the same time. "I mean, I know we're all cogs and we've all got our parts. You know what that's like, right? My job is to fix things and you're job is to... um... die heroically?"

Behind her, the doors leading into the medbay whirred, sliding open with a quiet hiss. Walking through is a redheaded woman, slightly taller than the techpriest and looking much more composed. The plain black fatigues she wears gives no hint to who or what she is, though she watches the techpriest with bemused interest. As she notices you're awake, however, she gives you a smile that makes your stomach sink.

>Wait it out and see what happens.
>Greet the new arrival! (I'll probably regret this but you guys decide)

>>31916998
"Looks like we're both bad at our jobs, ma'am. Now quiet, before this lady from whatever Spookshow determines you're a heretic, and you go to the Special Hell."

Wait for the redhead to speak. When it comes to spooks, it's best not to talk too much.

>>31916998
> Wait it out and see what happens.
An inquisitor? We're screwed, aren't we?

>>31916998
>Greet the new arrival! (I'll probably regret this but you guys decide)

"Can someone please tell me what in the emperor's name is going on?"

>>31917062
She looks like she's with a retinue. Inquisitors like their flash, there's very few subdued ones.

>>31916998
"Yes, you are horrible."

(because she is)

(horrible person, that is)

>>31916998
>>31917044
>>31917062
>>31917076
>>31917083
COME ON GUARDSMEN LET'S GREET THE NEW ARRIVAL. ON YOUR FEET

>>31916998
Imperium Harem quest is go!

No but seriously greet our new arrival "I sincerely hope whoever you are you can shed some light on the situation. The tech priestess has been somewhat pre disposed arguing with herself."

>>31917108
She's not showing rank, there's no need to stand at attention. That would be a mistake, and prolly get our ass chewed out. Wait for her to tell us what she wants.

>>31916998
File a formal complaint to the redhead that the techpriest is a jerk.

>>31916998
First impressions are always important! Better great the shit out of that new woman.

>Hello, seems like I have kept you waiting long enough, mam. I guess a briefing is in order?

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>>31917118
>Imperium Harem quest is go!

>>31917083
Point. So it could be a member of her retinue, and it's either another guard (probably a stormtrooper) or an arbites (since the look thing).

Worst case scenario, she's an assassin.

>>31917164
She might be just a secretary though. Let's not assume things and salute her, it'll just make us look clueless. no insignia = no official rank

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>>31917164
>Worst case scenario, she's an assassin.

>Implying inquisitors aren't always the worst case scenarios

>>31917224
You don't salute someone who's not showing rank. There's a reason they're not showing it.

>>31917246
I was bit unclear, but yeah I'm against saluting her.

>>31917295
Gotcha, my appologies.

Rolled 18

>>31917358
SHANANANNNAN

Rolled 7

>>31917358

>>31916998

(Sorry, gents. Fuck you grammar)

You had a bad feeling as soon as the woman entered, and it only gets worse as she grows closer. Even so, you steel your resolve and prepare for the worst. Besides, you're still a Guardsman for the moment. No one can say you were ever otherwise.

Straightening as best you can, you give a curt nod to the woman as she stops just short of the techpriest. Though you told yourself you were not in the mood, you feel a familiar sense of sarcasm taking hold.

"Ma'am." You say. "I'd like to file a formal complaint."

"Oh?" The woman finally speaks, arching a brow and causing the techpriest to nearly jump to the ceiling. "And what would that be, Sergeant?"

"You're Techpriest is a jerk, and her bedside manners are horrible." You say with a straight face.

"Hey!" The woman in question glares at you, as if this was some new revelation. Her companion, however, merely smiles a slightly more friendlier version of the one from before, a chuckle escaping from her lips as she looks you over.

"I'm glad to see your sense of humor is intact." The new woman says.

"So it seems." You agree hesitantly. "I suppose a debriefing is in order?"

"If you're feeling up to it." She nods. "Let's start from the beginning. What's the last thing you remember?"

>Roll a 1d20. First three count.

Rolled 6

>>31917392
Emprah guide me!

>>31917408
>>31917379
>>31917376
Could be betterm could be a whole lot worse... Knowing /tg/ at least.

>>31917422
Rolling good isn't that important, we're a guardsman after all. We've used to the universe shitting on us.

Rolled 2

>>31917392
Do the old two count?

>>31917452
Let's say not, for the hell of it.

Rolled 2

>>31917392
We remember everything

Rolled 11

>>31917408
>>31917452
>>31917492
why can't the old 2 count?
god damn it OP.

>>31917508
We have no idea of anything, do we? It's okay, it's a fresh start! We have forgotten our crippling gambling addiction and lust for xeno butt, for example, good riddance!

>>31917392

You close your eyes and take a breath. After a few moments of concentration things begin to resurface. Fragments, mostly, but enough to give an idea of who you were.

A fortress-city, vaguely familiar. A figure, too distorted to recognize, slaps you on the back as you both watch a sunset.

Children dressed in flak armor running drills, with a drill sergeant dogging them the whole way. A sense of fatigue, but also pride.

Various fights, from urban streets to jungles to deserts. Too many to count.

And then...

Faces you know but can't name appear. All of them laughing, smiling at you. Then, they stop laughing. Their expression darken and suddenly they're glaring. One screams, blood erupting from her mouth. The others follow suit, screaming, calling out for help. Your help. Begging. Then they're coming for you now. Millions of them. Jaws open, waiting, drawing closer and-

A hand grabs you by the shoulder and your eyes shoot open. Something resembling worry is etched onto the redhead's face, the distance between you slackened considerably. Even the techpriest is looking on in a mix of confusion and uncertainty. It's only then you hear the rapidly beeping heart monitor, matching the hammering in your chest and your rapid breathing.

"Words, Sergeant." She urges, not unkindly. "Use them."

"Mi..." You falter for a moment, waiting for the room to stop spinning before you continue. "M-Michael Dunkin. 291st... Cadian Shocktroopers. Dispatched to... to..."

"Don't push yourself." The redhead says. "If you want, I can fill in the rest."

>No. I remember this. I have to.
>If you could... please.
>Does it even matter anymore?

>>31917666
>>If you could... please.

Rolled 20 + 15

>>31917666
>Does it even matter anymore?

>>31917666
No. I remember this, I have too!

Rolled 14

>>31917666
>No. I remember this. I have to.

>Cadian
Fuck we've seen some shit
I'm assuming with a natty 1 we remember too much and have a heart attack

>>31917697
>>31917700
>>31917701
It seems we are at an impasse.

>>31917666
No, I remember this. I have to.

>>31917666
>>No. I remember this. I have to.

>>31917717
>>31917718
>>31917720
What Impasse?

>>31917701
>too

You retarded?

>>31917915
Glad to instead of a helpful post you decided to be worthless. Keep it up, I'm sure you'll find welfare one day.

>>31918001
>Retarded namefag doesn't even spell commissar right

Keep it up, retard.

>>31917666

"No." You said, shaking you head stubbornly. "I remember this. I have to."

The more you think back, the more bits and pieces continue to fall into place. After a minute of silent recollection you start again. At times you have to stop and start, both from a lack of certainty and the pain the memories bring.

"We were deployed to Tadirra... II? No, III. To help the local PDF put down a revolt. Nothing major, right? We didn't even understand why we were being sent there." You continue. "Go in, enforce the peace, then move on. That... was the plan, at least."

"But things went everywhere but." The redhead said, getting a nod from you.

"Give me cultists, give me orks; hell, give me traitor astartes. That I can handle. But no, the Emperor wasn't feeling very generous that day. One minute we're mopping up the last few pockets of resistance, and then..."

Another image. Giant masses, what might pass as a ship by 'their' standards, hovering overhead. Spores rained down from the sky in the thousands.

"Tyrannids." You finally say. "Too many to count."

"That's usually how it is." The redhead remarks with a sympathetic smile.

"And damn did they make it known." You chuckle, though there's no humor to it. "Us, the PDF, even the rebels not infected put up one hell of a fight. We gave as good as we got... and it wasn't enough. We lost the planet, didn't we, Ma'am?"

She nods and you feel a familiar weight set into your gut. It's the feeling of losing. Not just a battle or a war, but friends as well. As you talk, things continue to crystallize until you can almost smell the smoke again, hear the screams, but you shrug the feeling off and trudge on.

"There was barely a half-dozen of us left in the platoon by the time came for us to book it off planet. Only we didn't leave. The spaceport was being overrun, and we were trying to find anything with wings to get us out. And then..."

"...you ran into us." The redhead finishes.

(Cont.)

>>31918051
If you had read up instead of coming to troll you would understand where it was taken from. Its a joke for this thread but I gusse I should let my spelling get worse so you can get off toOOOOOOO it. That makes you randy dones't it abby?

>>31918118
>muh nids
well fuck.

>>31918198
>Reading a one off comment, let alone making a name out of it.

By all means, keep typing like you're having an aneurysm. Maybe you can hide your stupidity by "pretending" to be retarded.

>>31918383
Do u lik me speking so? ths get u hardy?

>>31918118

Wait, that's not right. You remember leading the others through the spaceport, and then ran into... oh.

"That was you?" You ask, more than a little surprised, and getting a nod in response.

"Keep going." She says.

"We made it into this hangar where a firefight going on. Two men, an astartes, and a whole mess of 'Nids. Only it wasn't an astartes, was it?"

The thing that had been wrestling the Lictor had been a sight to behold; red, gold, and black armor covered in ichor and struggling to keep the thing's claws from eviscerating it or one of it's companions. Judging by the state of the floor, she hadn't been so luck with some.

"So we came in and started drawing some of them off you." You say, and then you fight the urge to scowl. "And as a reward we got butchered."

"You and your men gave us the time we needed to get the transport going." The Redhead explains. "For their sacrifice, I'm grateful."

"I'm sure you are." You snap before you can stop yourself, but she lets it go. Looking away, things start to fog again.

"The last thing I remember is seeing the Lictor about ready to open your suit like a tin can. It reared back and I..."

"Saved my life, yes." The Redhead smiles again, a bit more earnestly than the last. Then, just as quickly, it fades. "Quite the marksmen, to make a shot like that. After which you were stabbed through the back by one of the lesser creatures. You would have been torn apart as well, but I thought I'd return the favor before we left."

She says this like she might actually mean it, but it's a hard pill to swallow now that you know everything.

>I guess a 'thank you' is in order?
>How about returning the favor to Jaeki? To Maus? What about them? Anything for them, miss?
>So... where does this leave us?
>Other?

>>31918427
>So... where does this leave us?
Time for plot.

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>>31918383
>>31918408
Are you two serious?

>>31918427
>I guess a 'thank you' is in order?
>So... where does this leave us?

>>31918427
>>So... where does this leave us?

>>31918460
^

>>31918524
^

>>31918427

You want to be angry. For yourself, and for the others. But that would be stupid, and you haven't gotten this far by being stupid. Allowing yourself a deep breath, you look back at the woman with a resigned expression.

"I guess a 'thank you' is in order." You say, trying and failing to keep the dryness out of your tone. Even so, you press on to more important subjects. "So... where does this leave us?"

"I was hoping you would ask that." The Redhead smiles that same unnerving smile again and sits at the foot of your bed. From her side she pulls out a dataslates and presses a few keys into it. You can't see from here what it is, but the techpriest, who for a while now has been watching on with complete attention on you, edges over to look over the woman's shoulder.

"We've got several things to go over, so let's start with something fun." She suggests cheerfully, signaling to the air around her. "You've gotten most of your faculties back by now, I'd wager. Let's see if you're as sharp with wit as you are with a rifle. From what you've seen so far, who or what do you think I am?"

>Your answer?

>>31918650
I'm guessing inquisitor.

>>31918650
A saint of the God Emperor - Directed towards the tech-priest with a coy smile.

>>31918650
Rogue Trader?

>>31918427
>So... where does this leave us?

I doubt she's expecting us to really be thankful at this moment, we essentially saved her twice by buying her time (at the cost of our men) and singlehandedly saving her (at the cost of nearly dying).

Probably best to just be as neutral and professional for now and leave it at that.

>>31918650
"I hope I'm wrong but I'm guessing Inquisitaion, either that or a Rouge Trader of some kind."

>>31918650
Inquisitor, assassin or Rogue Trader.
None of the choices seem appealing.

>>31918650
Arbites.

But seriously, probably an Inquisitor of some sort.

>>31918650
Inquisitor or Rogue Trader. Depends on whether or not you've got a friendly Sister with you

>>31918650

"Inquisitor. If not, Rogue Trader or some sort of assassin/spy. Am I even close?"

>>31918650
"With the kind of gear to be mistaken for Astartes and the authority to have me debrief to you rather than my usual chain of command? I'd have to guess Inquisition. Or maybe a high-ranking Arbite of some kind. I guess if I really wanted to go out on a limb I could say Rogue Trader, but you don't seem quite... gaudy? enough for that and I can't imagine what profit could've been found in the middle of that mess."

>>31918650

Ordo Xenos would make sense

>>31918650

You take a quick look at her once more, and by then you've got a fairly clear idea. You've, at least up until now, never seen or met one face to face before, and it's shocking to say the least. Not quite what you were expecting, but that may be a good thing. With your answer in mind, you answer in earnest.

"I can think of a few choices." You say. "None of them very pleasant. I don't think this is Navy, but you're well stocked, so Rogue Trader would be a safe bet."

"But?" The Redhead asks.

"But no Rogue Trader in his right mind would have a set of armor looking like that. Nor be able to get their hands on that type of hardware; easily, at least. Finally, a Rogue Trader wouldn't be able to offer a debriefing or, more likely, know what a debriefing even is. Do I have to say it?"

"You do."

"Inquisitor."

"Lady Inquisitor." The Techpriest corrects with a huff.

"Very good." The Redhead gives a pleased smile "Ordos?"

"Xe...nos?" You begin, unsure if this is some sort of trick. When all she does it nod again you relax, but just like that she's back to the dataslate.

"Now you have two options. I can either skip over what's said about you and your men and move onto a solution to your current problem."

"Or?"

"Or I can tell you how you died."

Does she really have to smile when she says stuff like that?

>Skip. I prefer to be certain I'm alive.
>Might as well hear it.

>>31919087
>Might as well hear it.

Gimme dem warp shenanigans

>>31919087
>Might as well hear it.

>>31919087
>>Might as well hear it.

>>31919087
>may as well hear it
fuck this, we ded its official.

>>31919087
"Not like everyone gets to hear how they died. Might make for good story over drinks if it isn't classified!"

>>31919153

>>31919087

You said I was stabbed earlier. I'm wondering how I am alive more than I wonder about my death.

>>31919087
>Might as well hear it.

If we're officially being marked as dead, I can only assume this means she has plans for us that involve us having a new identity or otherwise being off the books.

>Might as well hear it
Heres hoping that you at least made it heroic

>>31919087

(Sorry about that, gents. Went to grab a bite to eat)

"Well when you put it like that I might as well. Might make for a good drinking story."

"Splendid." Redhead smiles before handing the dataslate to her companion. "Melodi, be a dear for me."

Acting like a puppy given a treat, 'Melodi' takes the offered item and dramatically clears her throat. Taking the dataslate in her mechadendrite, her hands are free to make all sorts of odd and unneeded hand gestures. As she reads, you can't help but get the feeling she's using a bit too many theatrics.

"Incident #23562C: The Last Stand of Second Platoon. Oooh, ominous. Assigned with defending the northwestern quarter of the starport of the capitol Traxis, the remains of first company manned the position for four days without falter or complaint. Although their will was strong and their faith stronger, both ammunition and bodies slowly but steadily grew smaller until eventually a breach was made by the killer hordes besieging them! With hundreds of civilians still trailing behind the evacuation, however, first company and the rest of the 291st refused to falter or break.

Being the last surviving officer in his unit- having been brevetted to lieutenant at the death of his predecessor- lieutenant Dunkin lead the retreat of his section admirably, not allowing the xenos an inch without watering it in their own blood. Sadly, it wasn't long before no more than a few dozen remained. With transport and safety now in sight, the survivors made a choice. Allowing more civilians the chance to live another day, the surviving members of first company, now little more than stragglers attached to second platoon, refused to leave their post."

(Cont.)

>>31919853

"The last known contact with lieutenant Dunkin was of him issuing new orders to his men, refusing to give the approaching xenos the pleasure of seeing them finally break. Lieutenant Dunkin and all of first company are presumed dead, and are all posthumously suggested for the Ward of Cadia."

Though she started out excited and intrigued, she ends with a sober tone and expression you hadn't seen on her before. Even after snapping at her before, you don't exactly get any sort of enjoyment out of seeing her deflate like that.

>Say something to Melodi. (What?)
>It'll do, Miss...?

>>31919934
>>It'll do, Miss...?

>>31919934
"I'm a bit too alive to be presumed dead, aren't I?" With a smirk.

>>31919934
"I made officer? I feel like that's a fate worse than death."

>>31919934
>Say something to Melodi. (What?)

"Don't feel bad, it's actually a far better accounting than most any of us get on the line, and if even a fraction of it is true, we've done our job for the Emperor no matter the cost. Can't complain about that, especially if it gives my men the recognition they deserved."

>>31920066
^i'll totally back this

>>31920063
Seconding.

>>31919934

"I made officer?" You asked, feigning horror. "That's a fate worse than death."

Melodi cracks a smile at that, handing the dataslate back without a fuss. Seemingly starting off where she left off, the Inquisitor continues.

"Some would say." Redhead nods in agreement. "So I take it you approve?"

"I've read worse from dime novels."

"Good. Ah, before we continue." She says, as if something just now occurred to her. "Lady Inquisitor Christina Massey, Ordos Xenos, at your service."

"I have a feeling it's the opposite." You reply, much to her amusement.

"Perhaps, perhaps." She nods. "I've brought you aboard my ship, given you medical treatment far outside the scope of Guard standards, and refrained from tying you down in an interrogation room. I do suppose that means I want something, doesn't it?"

Before you can reply she goes on, pocketing the dataslate and focusing completely on you.

"We both know your old life is behind you now. For all intents and purposes you're a dead hero, and that's how your people will remember you. Now, I'm offering you something different. A bit more of your time before you pass on. Join my little band, serve the Emperor as I do, and see a lot more good done before either of us see the grave. I need a new bodyguard, and you need a new life. I'd say we make a suit, don't you agree?"

>Serving the Emperor is why I joined the Guard.
>Well, it beats the alternative, at least.
>Do I really have a choice?
>Other?

>>31920063
Thirding. We are Cadians. Death is something we joke about.

>>31920394
>Well, it beats the alternative, at least.

>>31920394
>>Well, it beats the alternative, at least.

Speaking of suits, what kind of fancy armor do we get?

>>31920394
>Serving the Emperor is why I joined the Guard.

"Wouldn't want anyone to know I screwed up the dying part, now would I."

>>31920394
> Serving the Emperor is why I joined the Guard

>>31920394
>So what's my new name?

>>31920394
>Serving the Emperor is why I joined the Guard.

>>31920394
>Well, it beats the alternative, at least.

Doing great so far!

>>31920589
>>31920587
>>31920518
>>31920500
>>31920480
>>31920465

Well, shit. Tie breaker time.

Someone roll a 1d10. Odd is resigned acceptance, even is anxious faithfulness.

Rolled 1

Rolling for the Emperor

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>>31920713
>Odd number

>>31920713
>this heretic.

>>31920662
Casting a vote for anxious faithfulness last minute to break tie.

Not samefagging I swear.

>>31920713
Frailty of faith is heresy!

Rolled 8

>>31920713
Rolling to purge the heresy out of this poor anon.

>>31920394

"Well, it beats the alternative, at least." You say. "Speaking of suits, what kind of fancy armor am I going to be working with?"

"Oh, please." Melodi scoffs, now back to her old self. "Like we'd like you near anything resembling 'fancy.'"

"I hate to say it, but I'm afraid she's right." Christina nods. "You'll have to prove yourself before we go trusting you with the fun toys. I suppose you'll have to just settle for carapace and a hellgun, for now."

"That all?" You ask, already feeling your odds of survival rising. Then a question rises. "Wait. I'm dead. Does this mean I get a new name?"

Whatever the Inquisitor was to say next, you seem to have taken her rather off guard. She regards you with a curious expression while Melodi simply looks confused.

"We're not quite like the holovids." Christina says. "New names typically only come with undercover missions, and most of us tend to rely on first names only. That is... of course... unless you feel the need to change your name? I can promise you that you're probably not the only Michael Dunkin to die today. Humans have a severe lack of creativity."

Would starting over completely fix things? If you took a new name, a new identity, would that means you'd lose your old demons? Would anyone even care?
>No, I suppose not.
>You said it, right? Michael Dunkin's dead.

>>31920662
I'm a bit sad the Ordo Xenos don't get into any of the fun shit.
Now the Ordo Hereticus they how to party.

>>31920968
>No, I suppose not
Na michael dunkin sounds find too me

>>31920968
>No, I suppose not.

>>31920968
>>No, I suppose not.

>>31920968
>No, I suppose not.

Nah mang we'd the real slim shady

>>31920968

Darth Vadar is my new name.

May the Fourth be with you.

>>31917118
Gonna need to post more vore and monstergirls to get that going.

>>31920968
"I was just curious, really."

>>31920768
Alas i have been found wanting this day requesting the emperors mercy to clean this stain from my soul

>>31920968

After everything that's happened, a change of name would probably do little, if anything, to help. No. After all that, your name is the only thing you really have left.

"No, I suppose not." You admit.

With that Christina stands up from the bed, craning her neck to and fro before turn to face you again.

"I take it you're now acquainted with Miss Coyle?" she asks.

"I suppose so." You shrug.

"Miss Coyle?" Melodi shudders. "You make me sound like an old lady. Call me Fritz. It's what everyone else does."

"As you may have guessed, she's a bit of a combined package. Part engineer, part medic, she looks after the health of everyone and everything." Christina explains, ignoring the remark with a sideways glance. "She knows the inside of most machines as well as she knows the human body."

"Metal, flesh, we've all got bits that tick." Melodi says, trying to act bashful. "They all have their use."

"Just so." Christina nods in agreement. "That's one of my people, but it takes more than one to skin a grox. Think you can manage a walk, let me introduce you to the other people you'll be working with?"

>Answer?

>>31921395

"If she says I'm good to go, yeah, I can manage it."

>>31921395
"First I'd like to know just how I'm going to be working with them."
I assume she wants us as a replacement bodyguard, but then why would she withhold the good toys from us?

>>31921395
"I'll manage, I'm worried Miss Coyle will take me apart in my sleep if I stay here."

>>31921569
>I assume she wants us as a replacement bodyguard, but then why would she withhold the good toys from us?

She already said why, we need to prove ourselves. The fun toys don't come cheap, and as it is, we're getting "just" carapace and a hellgun, which already upgrades us.

Hell, I wouldn't give us fun toys until we do something kickass and show we aren't morons.

>>31921395

"If she says I'm good to go, yeah, I can manage it." You say, looking to the medical enginseer. Suddenly becoming the focus of the conversation she tenses a moment before nodding furiously.

"Right, right! Yeah! The last of your torn bits mended yesterday. Just don't go doing anything crazy and you'll be fine."

"I'm sure I can manage. Besides, I'd rather not risk you taking me apart in my sleep if I stayed." You answer, though the teasing seemed to have gone over her head.

"Hey!" She scowled, crossing her arms and giving a huff. "I'm under strict orders to leave your squishy bits alone! And I have NOT taken anyone apart in their asleep... recently."

With that unwanted revelation, you throw the blanket off of you and-

-stare in shock at your right leg. What? When did tha-

Oh, right. Ork mortar round. Sindar. Saving... Maus...

"Michael?" Melodi brings you out of your musings as she anxiously watches on. "I didn't mess anything up, did I?"

If anything, you got an upgrade. Before, everything below the knee was a shoddy hunk of ugly green cybernetics that only worked half the time and hurt like a frakker when in water. Now, in its place was a slim, smooth, and almost lifelike version of the real thing; jet black and trimmed with gold. A few testing movements shows that, as you suspected, it's as fluid as can be.

Even so, Melodi watches on as she tries, and fails, to hide her anxiety as she awaits your answer. Christina, meanwhile, merely watches on in mind amusement.

>A new leg! Just what I wanted for Candlemass!
>Well this is... new.
>And I was just getting used to the old one, too.
>Other?

>>31921876
>A New Leg!

>>31921910
second

>>31921876
>Damm Melodi, I could kiss you for this thank you.

>>31921876
>A new leg! Just what I wanted for Candlemass!

"You did good. Old leg never worked right, especially in water. Amazed the old thing lasted as long as it did, honestly."

Rolled 5

>>31921939
this

>>31921876
>A new leg! Just what I wanted for Candlemass!

>>31921876
>A new leg! Just what I wanted for Candlemass!
Just got here but, is this a fresh quest or was there stuff before?

>>31921979
fresh

>>31921910
>>31921928
>>31921955
>>31921967
>>31921979
"I don't know how much I may or may not be getting paid, but getting you something nice is now officially a standing goal."

>>31922020
+1

>>31922020
+2

>>31922020
+3

>>31921876

Your eyes go wide at this new revelation, and you turn to face Melodi with a look of astonishment. Then, after just long enough time for her to start squirming, you smile.

"A new leg!" You say, happy enough to sound like you might hug the thing. "Just what I wanted for Candlemass!"

For a moment Melodi seems conflicted, uncertain if this is a joke, then decides to accept it at face value and beams.

"Yeah, well." She scoffs. "It was nothing, really."

"I don't know how much I may or may not be getting paid, but getting you something nice is now officially a standing goal." You promise her, much to the surprise of both women.

"My, my." Christina chuckles. "Glad you're already thinking about spending my money."

"W-What? Like... a gift? Well, I mean, you don't HAVE to..." Melodi trails off, though the smile fails to fall from her face at the prospect.

With your spirits lifted by the sudden turn to a more cheerful atmosphere, you swing your legs over the bed and begin to cautiously get to your feet.

>Roll a 1d20. First three count.

Rolled 4

>>31922278
Rolling fall damage

Rolled 14

>>31922278
well lets hope the emperor favors this roll better then my last!

Rolled 1

>>31922278
>tfw our leg is a necron

>>31922349

Goddamnit. You don't get to roll anymore.

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>>31922349
............. Fuck

>>31922349
Well then it seems it is. Is that good?

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>>31922349
Gonna get purged now thanks anon.

Rolled 8

>>31922372
Hey at least it wasn't something important?

Usually D20's love me

Rolled 5

>>31922391
At best, our leg phases out and we fall flat on our face.
At worst, we Necrons nao

>>31922391
no because it will attempt to kill us and take over our body to turn us into a soulless machine.

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>>31922349
This thread is either going someplace wonderful or ending very, very soon...

Rolled 20

>>31922391
>>31922409

What we're going to get a promotion for catching a necron infiltrator

>>31922411
>Usually D20's love me
>Rolled 8

No, they hate you today, or at least aren't loving you very much right now.

>>31922417
>>31922423
Or we necron buddy. I'm trying to look on the very small bright side

>>31922437
see bright side... your kidding me right

>>31922437
>>31922436
>>31922349
CRITS

CRITS FUCKING EVERYWHERE

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Rolled 8

>>31922437
>>31922411
>>31922377
>>31922349

>mfw this is me

>>31922436
>>31922349
no rolls for the both of you!

>>31922436

You're a heretic too, aren't you? BLAM

Goddamnit, surrounded by heretics today.

>>31922437

Now that's just not right.

>>31922278

(I hope I get to say this often. I love you guys so much.)

You first start with your actual leg, feeling the cold flooring beneath you with a sense of determination. With renewed vigor you move quickly to steady your new leg and right yourself.

Maybe a bit too quickly.

Your robotic leg slides across the ground before you can steady yourself. Like the first time you had grav chute training (which, for some reason, had yet to resurface until now) the ground rushes up to meet you and you prepare for impact.

*WHACK*

With a groan you land face-first on the floor, followed quickly by two feminine cries of dismay.

"Sergeant!"

"Michael!"

"...fffffrakking..."

Before you can push yourself up you feel yourself being lifted upward, and with a bit of effort you find yourself being helped back to your feet by Meloni's mechadendrite. As Christina lends a fleshier hand the appendage retracts to hide behind it's owner once more.

"You're off to a flying start, Sergeant." Christina smirks, not even trying to hide her amusement at your expense. "You just need to work on your landing."

"Are you alright?!" Meloni asks. "Don't worry! I can handle broken bones, bruises, possessions, cuts, and gunshot wounds just fine!"

>Salvage your bruised ego?

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>>31922278
>>31922349
>>31922436
>>31922437
>mfw OP was just seeing if we fell over or not

>>31922542
"THEREAREN'TANYGUNSHOTWOUNDSANDNONEEDTOMAKETHEMI'MFINE!!!"

>>31922542
Glomp the Tech priest in love for her lovely third 'arm' helping you back up.

Rolled 16

>>31922542
>Grit those teeth

>>31922575
heh I'll toss in with this.

>>31922542
>Salvage your bruised ego?

Deep breath.

"Well, shit. I guess that's what being dead does to you."

Sigh, then work on actually walking without faceplanting.

>>31922542

"Being treated so gently was too alien for me, techpriest. Im more familiar with pain you know?" Shaking your downturned head, simultaneously acknowledging the goof

>>31922674
shaking your odwnturned head and chuckling...*

is what i meant to say

>>31922551
That's just what it looks like. Many threads from now, when we are having a nice SOL bit after a grueling campaign, when you least expect it, our leg will finally trip us to our death along with the other limbs.

>>31922705
I'm not sure that is really what you meant to say anon, or are we concussion now?

>>31922734
heh, would be funny to have dodge rolls be the leg tripping us and making attacks against us miss.

>>31922542
"That went a lot smother in my head, but at least the table didn't."

>>31922542
"I'm fine, guess this leg will just take some getting use to."
and this too >>31922638

>>31922575
...cute. Alright, this one.

>>31922542
"Owww... Don't sweat it, I've.... uuurrrggghhh... had breakfast that hurt more than this... Nothing a little - agh! - practice can't fix!"

>>31922542

"Therearen'tanygunshotwoundsandnoneedtomakethemI'mfine!" You tell Melodi with the speed that stuns even her.

"Uh... yeah. Right." Melodi nods, having slightly calmed down.

"If both of you are quite through." Christina prompts, tapping her foot, though she seems to be enjoying the show just fine. "I believe we were doing something productive?"

"Yes, Ma'am." You reply, following the Inquisitors gaze as she signals to another nearby bed. Laying on it is a folded set of fatigues much like hers, along with a pair of boots sitting at the foot of it.

"I thought you might like something with a bit less of a draft. We'll give you some privacy while you dress, at least." Christina says as she waves Melodi over. Together, they turn their backs to you, but not before the Inquisitor looks over her shoulder one last time. "If you need us, just flail around on the floor to get our attention."

>Get dressed quick. You've wasted enough time.
>Eavesdrop while you change.

>>31922955
Get dressed quick, it not like you'll be able to sneak around with that new leg.

>>31922955
>Get dressed quick. You've wasted enough time.
As much as I want to listen in, gonna be professional.

>>31922955
Eavesdrop while you change.

>>31922955
>Get dressed quick. You've wasted enough time.

Melodi probably has ways to peek on us anyhow, so it would be too obvious if we tried to listen in.

>>31922955
"Flailing on the floor means 'Send help'; Flailing against the wall means 'You can look now'."

>Eavesdrop while you change.

>>31922996
Too true.

Second.

>>31922955
>>Get dressed quick. You've wasted enough time.

Rolled 8

>>31922831
>Get dressed quick. You've wasted enough time.
We really shold not froget that she is still a Inquisitor and we really shold not try to get on her bad side by spying at all on her

Eavesdrop while you change.

>>31922955
>Get dressed quick. You've wasted enough time.

>>31922955

"Flailing on the floor means 'Send help'; Flailing against the wall means 'You can look now'." You tell them.

Melodi lets out a laugh while Christina only rolls her eyes. As much as you'd like to try and hear what they're saying about you, you haven't exactly made the best impression. Having been a fan of the 'hurry up and wait' technique for quite some time you're change within two minutes.

"I'm done flailing." You call to them, and as you approach they both turn back to you.

"Now maybe we can get somewhere." Christina sighs. "Will you be joining us, Melodi?"

"Ah, sparks." The techpriest sighs. "I'd love to, but my babies are calling. No one else is gonna look after them, so it's up to me. Here's hoping you stick around long enough to get me that present, Michael."

"Makes two of us." You reply, and with that you two bid your farewell.

"At least you two get along." Christina remarks, and despite yourself you get a new uneasy feeling. "Follow me, Sergeant, and do watch your step. Some of the others aren't quite as friendly as Miss Coyle."

With that, you first set out to meet...
>Mr. Sandman
>The Father
>The Ace
>The Captain
>Father Time
>The A-Team

>>31923236
THE FATHER!

>>31923236
>Mr. Sandman

>>31923236
>The Father

>>31923236
>The Father

Father forgive me for I have sinned..... I didnt burn the heretic for 5 hours only 3

>>31923236

>The Ace

>>31923236
>The Father

Curious about certain of the other possibilities, but this will do.

>>31923236
Anyone but the sandman. We were asleep for long enough already.

Rolled 5

>>31923236
>Father Time
Forgive us for those ones we rolled earlyer

>>31923236

Both of you start down the ornate hallways of the ship, all sorts of various paintings and tapestries lining them. Occasionally you pass a mob of crewman or, judging from the armor and weaponry, security patrols, but they either nod respectfully or simple steer clear of the two of you.

"I'm sure you have plenty of questions." Christina offers as you board an elevator. "Lucky for you, I'm rather good at giving answers."

With a lurch the elevator starts upwards, a faint but annoying chime playing in the background.

>Elevator smalltalk?

>>31923475
>Did you find a photo when you carried me out of that mess?

>>31923501
this plot twist

>>31923475
She creeps you out enough as it is best to stay quiet.

>>31923475
"Did you happen to also save my kit? I had some stuff on me that i'd rather not lose."

>>31923545
+1

>>31923501
>>31923519
Guardsman can't have family

Rolled 1

>>31923501
>>31923545
Like these two

>>31923538
she seems nice enough, and she hasn't blown our head off so there's a plus

>>31923519

This.

>>31923501
>>31923545
These

>>31923568
Then how do we exist? Are we some sort of clone?

>>31923570
Ok you don't roll either.

>>31923568
we can we just wont see them or maybe she is a guardswomen.or a sororitas

>>31923501
This though....

>>31923568
look up whiteshields

>>31923643
Nah its our brother and father who may or may not be dead

>>31923601
ah sorry frogot to get rid of the e-mail feild but on the postive side I am rolling the ones out

>>31923700
Nah its our sister who we loved Targy style.

>>31923700
no sister? or mom? or childhood friend? or squad photo on top of a dead hive tyrant?

>>31923475

As the silence begins to drag on something seems to click and you turn to the Inquisitor.

"When you brought me in," You begin. "did I have anything on me? A picture, anything?"

She pauses at the question, either having not considered the question or hoping it wouldn't come up. After what seemed like a brief moment of internal conflict she reached into a pouch at her waist and bring out a small pict and hands it to you.

"You had a few mementos when you came in, yes." She says. "I had most taken to your room, but I wasn't so sure about this one. I considered ridding it for you."

It's an old, worn thing, slightly faded by time. The faces, however, are still there. Familiar faces, much younger from your Whiteshield days, all grinning and piled together with over half of them giving the other grox ears. The only thing breaking the happy mood captured was the red X that marked most of their faces. By now, there are only four not crossed.

There's you, Cyrus, Maus, and...

With a flash you're back on the rooftop, watching the sun set over Kasr Dromuss. Daniel's sitting beside you, grinning like the perfect big brother. The last you knew he was a Kasrkin, deployed deep into 'Nid territory...

"Do you want to know?" She asks, breaking your attention away from the object. "About whether or not your brother is...?"

>No. I don't.
>At least tell me he went down swinging.

>>31923758
at least tell me he went down swinging

>>31923758
"No. I know he's dead, and I know he died with a slew of nasty insults on his lips..."

>>31923758
>At least tell me he went down swinging.

>>31923758
I am a gaurdsmen death is nothing new. Tell me he at least went down swinging

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>>31923758
>At least tell me he went down swinging.

>Shed one manly tear when she tells you

>>31923758
>At least tell me he went down swinging.
"I'm already dead, might as well get the rest of my downers over with so the only way left for me is up."

>>31923758
"Nah I know he's gone, he told me he wasn't coming back when he jumped on the valk, did you find a small necklace with some teeth, a bolt round and a ring on it? He gave it to me before he left, only thing he owned."

>At least tell me he went down swinging
deploying deep into nid territory yup he is dead and if i know him giving some indigestion by now

>>31923758

Just like that you're back where you started; alone. You try to think otherwise, but you know the answer before you even speak.

"If I know Dan, he bit it on top of a mountain of 'Nids." You say.

"I can one-up that." Christina smiles. "He's alive."

At first you don't respond, waiting for some sort of sick joke to spring up. When you get nothing, however, your brow furrows in confusion.

"How...?"

"He was one of the last ones off-planet. Three guesses why, and the first two don't count. From what the rumors are, he was forcibly removed by his comrades."

Which basically meant that he was brought aboard a transport with a black eye and a lack of consciousness. Somehow, you find yourself smiling at the image.

"I'm sorry I can't say the same for your unit." She continues. "Estimates for casualties for our forces are at 90%. And that's being generous."

>Anything else?

>>31923936
Cant we recruit him? He'd make a hell of a body guard by our side.

--
Oi op you left the cb

>>31923936
Burst out laughing
"Think we could 'borrow' him for awhile?"

>>31923936
What sorts of trouble will we be getting up to?

>>31923936
>Smile, "That motherfucker always knew how to get me worked up."

>>31923985
>>31923994
these

>>31923936
"10 percent is better than nothing, and if the others faired half as well as we did the 'nids paid their due for that world."

>>31923936

A small spark of hope begins to build.

"That motherfucker always knew how to get me worked up. Does this mean you recruited him too?" You ask.

"Unfortunately not. He and I never crossed paths, though he sounds like quite the fellow." She shakes her head. "Besides, I think he'll be needed where he already is."

And just like that, it's extinguished. Still, the fact that he's alive leaves you feeling relieved.

"So where will WE be needed?" You question her, and a familiar, but wholly unwanted, smile returns.

"You might not think it, but our time with Tadirra III is done. Now we're heading someplace new, but you'll learn about that soon enough. For now, we're getting you settled in."

The elevator doors open with a chime, and a short walk later leads you into a small but expensive looking temple. Solid gold replicas of the Emperor and other Imperial hero's line the walls, the former being the largest and standing tall behind the pulpit. Kneeling at the alter is a man dressed in the robes of the Ecclesiarchy, his head bowed in prayer.

"Our next member." Christina explains in a hushed whisper. "Father Mikel is a good man, and good at his job. Just don't get on his bad side."

>Make a remark
>Wait for him to finish
>Join him

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>>31917666
>M-Michael Dunkin

>>31924122
>>Wait for him to finish

>>31924122
>Wait for him to finish

>Join him
No better time to get on his good side besides need to give some thanks that awere brother is still kicking

>>31924122
Bow your head in a quick prayer as well (never hurt to at least show a little faith)

>>31924122
>Join him
"Emprah we ask ye to bless our tea, amen"

>>31924214
>>31924244
Leave the prayers for the priests, we will honor the Emprah in our way. By destroying his enemies.

>>31924122
>Wait for him to finish
We need to get a read on him first.

>>31924249
Join him

>>31924149
(Something wrong, friend?)

>>31924122

You were never much for church back on Cadia, and even less so as your career as a soldier progressed. Eventually, after everything you've seen, you've all but given up on faith, deciding more on soldiering. Along with Christina you wait patiently at the man goes through his prayers.

After several minutes he seems to have reached an end, standing and turning to face you. He's obviously a man on in his ears, his scalp sporting various religious tattoos in place of hair, but he holds himself like any proper guardsman all the same.

When he sees the two of you, specifically you, he gives a gentle smile and nods his head in greetings.

"Another sheep for the flock." He says in the tone of a grandfather. "Welcome, my son."

__________________

Aaaaand I think we'll stop it here. We're not QUITE at 300 posts, I know, but this is my first quest and I was hoping for a quick round of feedback before I called it a night. I'll try and shoot for the 300 marks from now on, but I can't make promises.

So, anons, how'd I do for a first-timer? Pros? Cons? I can't get better unless someone tells me something other than 'get gud, scrub.'

On a related note, would someone be willing to archive this, or at least tell me how to do it myself? My newfag is showing, I know, but I'm learning.

>>31924122
>>Wait for him to finish
we never really where religious, just enough so we weren't BLAMED by the commasir

>>31924368
It was good. I liked the story and how well you incorporated write-ins.

When might you run again?

>>31924368
You already getted gud, scrub.

Stay gud, scrub.

>>31924368
I'm assuming you mean the suptg archive? Foolz archives it automatically.

>Go to suptg archive
>Press the Request Interface button
>Follow the instructions on there
>Remember to put collective game in the tags