>>31960929

Father Mikal is a sizable man to behold; not giant, but large enough to take note. He may bare the clothes and tattoos of the church, but you know another guardsman when you see one. The older man greets both you and the Inquisitor with a kind smile and a nod.

"Another sheep for the flock," he notes. "Welcome, my son."

"Father, this is Sergeant Michael," Christina waves a hand toward you. "You've already met, I believe."

Now that you think about it, there IS something vaguely familiar about him...

Then you realize he was with Christina when you first met. He looked much less serene then, covered in 'Nid blood as he was, but by that point you probably looked much the same.

"So we have," Mikal says. "Come to join me, or simply meeting new people?"

>Just passing through, Father.
>I would, but Miss Massey has other plans for me
>Perhaps another time..
>Other?

>>31961144
>>Perhaps another time.

Tempting, but there's others to meet.

>>31961144
>Just passing through, Father.

>>31961236

There are*

Welp. Grand start.

>>31961144
>Just passing through, Father.

For today, at least.

>>31961144

"Just passing through, Father," You explain. "For today, at least."

You expect some sort of request or suggestion to attend the next service, but instead Mikel only nods in understanding.

"We all have our time and place," He says. "Please, don't let me keep you. I'm sure you'll find much more interesting company elsewhere. Sergeant. My Lady."

With one final, curt nod the father turns on his feel and starts off toward a door behind the statue of the Emperor.

"Well, that's one down," Christina notes. "What did you think?"

>He's not gonna preach through every firefight, is he?
>I don't know him well, but he seems like an alright sort.
>Where did he serve before he took up the cloth?
>Other?

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>>31961144
>Perhaps another time..

Come friend s resist the inner commander shepards there's xenos to kill and hot babes to bang. Just like Shepard wanted us to.

>>31961613
>Where did he serve before he took up the cloth?

>inb4 Tanith

>>31961613
>Where did he serve before he took up the cloth?

>>31961613
>Where did he serve before he took up the cloth?
Just got here, and glad to see this going again. As for your twitter I feel the same way when ever I look at twitter, facebook, and tumbler.

>>31961613
>Where did he serve before he took up the cloth?
>Other

Did he find his faith and then immediately join you, or was he already a believer when you asked him to join?

>>31961613

Your suspicions continue to nag at you as you and Christina exit the temple. Deciding it wouldn't hurt, you voice your question.

"Where did he serve before he took up the cloth?" You ask.

"Oh, ho. How observant," She praises you with a smirk. "He was with the Valhallan 108th before he joined the clergy. That didn't last long though. Father Mikel has certain... habits that his Ecclesiarchy friends frowned upon. Rather than execute him or waste him in a Penal Legion, I decided he'd be most useful with me."

You consider asking her about these 'habits', but you decide against it. Chances are you'll find out eventually. Now, though, you take off to find...

>Mr. Sandman
>The Ace
>The Captain
>Father Time
>The A-Team

>>31962038
>>The Captain

>>31962038
>The Ace

>>31962038
>The Captain

>>31962059
>>31962038
NEVER FEAR COMMISAR OF DAT ASS HAS RETURNED!

>>31962038
>The A-Team

>>31962038
>The A-Team
Duhn-dah-duhn-duhn, duhn duhn duhn!

>>31962168
Oh, it's this dumbass. Okay.

>>31962247
Gald u cum back big boy

>>31962038
>The A-Team

>>31962038
The A-Team

>>31962038
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MVonyVSQoM

>>31962038

You're led back onto the elevator and down you go, traveling for a time with the same quiet, annoying jingle as before. Thankfully, it's a short trip and before long you're out and moving down a hall.

"The Antebellum's Armsmen are made of tougher stuff than most, but I always like to have a few tricks up my sleeve," Christina explains as you near the end of the hall, where a blast door awaits. "Alpha Team is one of such tricks. Stormtroopers, like you, but specifically trained by the Inquisition. They're professionalism and firepower add that extra punch we sometimes need."

The door's mechanisms begin to whir to life and after a few moments it slides free with a faint groan. Inside, you see the familiar makings of a barracks. The same bland beds, starched sheets, bleak walls, and the ornery men using them beating the crap out of one another.

"YOU HIT LIKE A GIRL!"

"THAT'S CAUSE I -AM- A GIRL, YOU GAKKER!"

Well, Troopers.

There are five of them, all told. Two of them are locked in hand to hand combat while another two seem torn between stepping in and watching. The last seems oblivious to the whole affair, preferring to instead read a book on his bunk.

Judging by Christina's expression, this isn't a usual occurrence, and neither man nor woman seem ready to back down.

>Wait it out. See what happens.
>Time to bring out your inner DI and put an end to this mess. (Roll a 1d20. First three count.)
>Other?

Rolled 18

>>31962806
>Time to bring out your inner DI and put an end to this mess. (Roll a 1d20. First three count.)

TENSHUN!
ABOUUUT FACE!

Rolled 5

>>31962806
>>Time to bring out your inner DI and put an end to this mess. (Roll a 1d20. First three count.)

Rolled 17

>>31962806
>Become a whirlwind of fist and feet and end this

>>31962855
Nice roll, guess I'll with it so its not wasted heh

>>31962806
>Time to bring out your inner DI and put an end to this mess. (Roll a 1d20. First three count.)

>>31962855
Goin' full drill sergeant? Noice.

>>31962806

Trained for the Inquisition? These are the people you grew up hoping to be?

Pathetic.

"AAATEEN-SHUN!" You bark, storming forward before Christina can object.

The whole room seems to freeze, and by then you're blood's pumping well and good.

"ABOUUUT, FACE!" You call, and as if on nothing but instinct the four snap to attention, facing you as one. Even the fifth, a large dark man with ornate earings and what you presume is a Mohawk, has put down his book and is watching you.

The others stare on in shock and confusion, looking between you and Christina. The Inquisitor hasn't made a noise so far, so she must be letting you take the reigns.

>WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, RECRUITS? *Go in angry*
>Someone has three seconds to explain what I'm looking at. *Cold fury*
>Other?

>>31963109
>>Someone has three seconds to explain what I'm looking at. *Cold fury*

>>31963109
>Someone has three seconds to explain what I'm looking at. *Cold fury*

>>31963109
>Someone has three seconds to explain what I'm looking at. *Cold fury*

That actually worked? Neat

>>31963109
>Someone has three seconds to explain what I'm looking at. *Cold fury*

>>31963246
dat

>>31963109
Full. Metal. Jacket. It has to be done!
>WHAT THE HELL IS THIS RECRUITS!

>>31963109
>Someone has three seconds to explain what I'm looking at. *Cold fury*

Do we out rank them?

>>31963332
Officially, we are a lieutenant. So probably.

>>31963332
I don't think so unless we're the inquistors personal bodyguard not one of her red shirts

>>31963332
ahh but they dont know that yet.

>>31963332
We're a no-name Sergeant from some no no-name regiment fresh off some no-name dirtball who's officially dead. They're Schola Progenum Stormtroopers trained by the Inquisition.

Though right now, given their behavior, I'd say just about everyone outranks them.

Also, when we're done setting their shit straight: "Now, where are these Stormtroopers I've been hearing about?"

>>31963466
I agree with the guy that said we go Full Metal Jacket DI Hartigan on them.

>>31963109

With their attention firmly on you, your voice lowers to a more reasonable but no less authoritative tone, turning several degrees cooler as well.

"Someone has three seconds to explain what I'm looking at." You say, glaring at each man and woman in turn.

They're certainly not what you were expecting, but then again you never really had a concrete image to begin with. One thing does surprise you, though.

Most of them are Cadians.

Three of them, two men and the woman of the squad, have the same dark hair and violet eyes as yourself. Well, one of them's actually lacking a single hair on his head, but the facial hair works just as well.

The other, besides the one laying down, is someone you can't tack down, though. Blonde headed, clean-shaven, and looking everywhere but at you, you try and tack down his birthplace but come up with nothing.

"Just a friendly little sparing match, sir," The bald one says, attempting to sound joking. The black eye he's beginning to sport says otherwise, though.

"You expect me to believe that?" You ask, giving the man a hard stare. Then, just before he starts to squirm, another speaks up.

"I started it, sir," The woman pipes up. "We're all a bit high-strung, and I... I guess I snapped a little."

"Heh. No kidding," Their fifth man chuckles, having stood up and approached the group from behind. She seems to contemplate turning around and saying something, but decides against it.

"That's no excuse, Corporal, and you know it," You say, giving the pips on her shoulder a quick glance. She grimaces, but offering no rebuke, and with a grunt you set your hands on your hips and scan the group.

"Now," You say. "Where are these Stormtroopers I've been hearing about?"

"We're it, sir," Baldy says. "Well, what's left, anyways."

(Cont.)

>>31963702
...Emperor protect us...

>>31963597
>>31963321
(I would have loved to have gone full Sergeant Hartman, but quiet and scary works too)

>>31963702

Well, you suppose that makes sense. Considering the beating the normal troops took, it's a surprise there are as many as there are standing before you. Still, you're expression remains hard.

"Who commands here?" You ask, and the woman stiffens.

"I do. Corporal Kelleher, sir," She says, snapping to a crisp salute before giving a rueful smile. "Though I suppose it's soon to be Sergeant."

"Indeed," Christina says, having finally decided to join the conversation beside you. Her face is made of stone, much like yours, but you can't help but see a flicker of respect when she glances at you. "Sergeant Walkens asked me to make it so before he died."

Despite the heavy words, the Inquisitor's level tone seems to sober them substantially. You understand that losing friends is never an easy time, but acting like hotheaded idiots never helps. Having recovered, Kelleher and the others look resigned to whatever comes next.

>You're angry. I get that. More than you think. *Inspire*
>So, what? You think picking fights will bring back your dead? *Reprimand*
>Other?

>>31963702
oh christ this is gonna be terrible.

>>31963950
>You're angry. I get that. More than you think. *Inspire*
Work on making commissar.

>>31963950
>>You're angry. I get that. More than you think. *Inspire*

>>31963950
>*Inspire*

Why tear them down when you can build them up?

>>31963950
>You're angry. I get that. More than you think. *Inspire*
we are the highest ranking officer here right now, its our jobs to inspire and make the group not suck.

Rolled 6, 3, 5 = 14

>>31963950
>You're angry. I get that. More than you think. *Inspire*

>>31963950
>You're angry. I get that. More than you think. *Inspire*
>So, what? You think picking fights will bring back your dead? *Reprimand*

Whynotboth.jpg

>>31963950
>>You're angry. I get that. More than you think. *Inspire*
>>So, what? You think picking fights will bring back your dead? *Reprimand*

>>31964010
Break them down AND build them up.

>>31963950
>>You're angry. I get that. More than you think. *Inspire*

>>31963950

>You're angry. I get that. More than you think. *Inspire*
>So, what? You think picking fights will bring back your dead? *Reprimand*

>>31964010
I like it!

>>31963950
Stormtroopers, I am disappointed. Your sergeant likely expected better. For one, you started a brawl before you even secured your arena. You didn't start a betting pool amongst the other troopers, For fucks sake, you didn't even post a watch in the hall.

>>31963950
>So, what? You think picking fights will bring back your dead? *Reprimand*
>You're angry. I get that. More than you think. *Inspire*

In that order. As >>31964030 said got to break them down and build them up.

>>31964010
>>31964027
I meant to put Reprimand first then inspire it'll be weird to inspire them and then just tear them down we ain't some green commisar

>>31964089
you, i like you

>>31964010
>>31964089
Some good ideas poppin in.

>>31964132
Same here.

>>31964089
Nice. Let em know what we learned.

>>31964089
I like it! Definitely something that should be said.

>>31963950

Looking over the squad, you sigh, most of your ire gone. Maybe it wasn't just a lack of discipline on their part that got you so angry, but that's a thought for later.

"What are we? Stormtroopers, or a bunch of juves at the Schola? You've got more training in your pinky finger than a PDF platoon has put together. Act like it!" You say. Then, however, you tone and expression soften.

"You're angry. I get that. More than you think. But picking fights with each other isn't going to bring back your dead. They're gone, and now it's up to you to carry on. You think Walkens would approve seeing you act like this, Kelleher? Would those that died want to see any of you tear one another apart like this?" You ask, getting only remorseful and ashamed expressions. Good. They're learning.

"You've only got one direction to go from here, and that's forward. You want to get angry? Get angry! But use it on your enemies, not yourselves! You work together, you fight together, and if need be you die together. That's the Guardsman way, and no matter how much fancy gear you have, that's what you are. Be proud of it, and be proud of the people that you served with."

A new sense of determination seems to have found its way into the group; even the blonde-haired trooper actually decides to make eye contact with you. They all seem to collectively take a breath, and then you reel on them again.

"And another thing!" You start, making them all (except the fifth member, who seems to merely be there for the others benefits) freeze once more. "If you're going to start a brawl, you're going to do it in a way your sergeant would approve of. That means securing a proper arena, get a betting pool started with the other troops, and for fucks sake, post a watch in the hall!"

You pause just enough for them to gape, then grin. Kelleher is the first to let out a snort, and after that the squad lets out a much-needed laugh (you even notice Christina cracking a smile beside you).

(Cont.)

>>31964442

After a few minutes the laughter dies down and the somber mood is all but gone. Wearing an honest smile, Kelleher shakes her head and looks back to you.

"Thanks for that, sir," She says, but just like that her expression changes to one of uncertainty. "Uh... on that note... no offence, but who the gak are you?"

About that time the others seem to come to the same question, and look on to you for an answer.

>You've spoke enough. Let Christina introduce you.
>Introduce yourself!

>>31964798
>You've spoke enough. Let Christina introduce you.

>>31964798
>>You've spoke enough. Let Christina introduce you.

>>31964798
>You've spoke enough. Let Christina introduce you.

>>31964798
>Let Christina do the introducing.

>>31964798
>You've spoke enough. Let Christina introduce you.

>>31964798
> Introduce yourself!
We are a soldier among soldiers, we had ought to pay them the courts of introducing ourselves.

>>31964798
I've got $20 on thread 15.

>>31964798
>You've spoke enough. Let Christina introduce you.

>>31964798

Having come down from the high of slipping back into the shoes of an instructor, you suddenly feel physically and mentally exhausted. You don't let it show, or so you think, but all the same Christina picks up the slack when you pause to keep from teetering.

"This is Michael Duncan, previous member of the Cadian 291st, and he'll be joining us for a while. I take it you have no objections?"

"Of course not, ma'am," Kelleher says, now the proper soldier. "He'll be taking over here?"

"Oh, no," Christina gives a smile you're already too familiar with. "You're not getting out of this THAT easy, Roxy. George had a lot of faith in you, and so do I."

The Corporal colors somewhat at the praise, but nods all the same. Quick to move on, she straightens and gives another salute.

"Corporal Roxy Kelleher, at your service!" She says, and the other quickly follow suit.

"Trooper Gabriel Ely," The big man rumbles, smiling. "Call me Gabe if you like. Or not. S'up to you."

"Trooper Jami Griggs," The blonde trooper mumbles. "Probably next to die."

"Trooper Dominic Beaudoin," Baldy grins. "Thrilled."

"Trooper Jonah Bedard," The final, and so far silent, member of the squad responds in a voice as quiet as a whisper. You return the salute to them all, and soon enough they relax and begin to drift to various parts of the barracks, with only Roxy remaining behind.

"So, new guy, huh?" She asks. "Will we be seeing you during drills? I'd like to see if you shoot as well as you talk."

>Is that a challenge, Corporal?
>If I have the time.
>Probably not.
>Other?

>>31965244
>>If I have the time.

>>31965244
>>Is that a challenge, Corporal?

>>31965244
>If I have the time.
Just woke up, haven't even had breakfast yet.

>>31965282

>>31965244
>Is that a challenge, Corporal?

>>31965244
>If I have the time.

>>31965244
>>Is that a challenge, Corporal?

Rolled 10

>>31965244
"Ohohohoho, is that a CHALLENGE, Corporal?"

>>31965486

>>31965244

The change of attitude is a welcome once, and you find yourself grinning at the thought.

"Is that a challenge, Corporal?" You ask.

"Guess we'll have to wait and see, sir," She says with obvious anticipation, bidding both you and Christina goodbye, and with that both of you take your leave.

It isn't until the blast door is closed and you're almost to the elevator that the Inquisitor stops you.

"I appreciate what you did, but I don't need you pushing yourself so soon," She says, a hint of concern in her voice. "You haven't had a real meal in weeks, I'd wager. How about a stop at the mess before we continue?"

>I'm fine. We can keep going.
>Yeah. Solid food sounds good right about now.

If option A, pick...

>Mr. Sandman
>The Ace
>The Captain
>Father Time

>>31965583
option A
Father Time

>>31965583
>Yeah. Solid food sounds good right about now.
make nice with the cook

>>31965583
>Yeah. Solid food sounds good right about now.
Turn to page 69

>>31965583
>Yeah. Solid food sounds good right about now.

>>31965583
>>Yeah. Solid food sounds good right about now.

>>31965583
>Yeah. Solid food sounds good right about now.

>>31965583
>>I'm fine. We can keep going.
>Father Time

>>31965610
>>31965617
>>31965620
>>31965621
>>31965631
>Solid Food Mind

>>31965583
>>Yeah. Solid food sounds good right about now.

Need me some caffeine with some amasec.

>>31965583
>Yeah. Solid food sounds good right about now.
>Father Time

>>31965583

At the mention of food your stomach lets out an unhappy snarl, and with clear amusement Christina waits for some sort of remark to try and cover it. Instead, you only sigh and give a nod of agreement.

"Yeah. Solid food sounds good right about now." You admit.

"Wonderful," She smiles, clasping her hands together as you board the elevator once more. "I assure you, you'll find much better menu here than in your old profession."

"Here's hoping."

After a time you come to a new stop, and a short walk later sees you to a fairly crowded mess hall. Compared to most ships you've been on this place certainly has top scores in decor, and the smell that hits you as you enter is a promising one.

There's a sizable line awaiting their turn for the cooks ahead, but they all take a sudden step to the right as Christina nears. A handful of them nod or offer a short greeting, but most either continue their own conversations or at least try and not act like they're staring.

"Well look who's decided to grace us with her presence, boys!" A merry voice calls, and an overweight man in a cooking hat and apron behind the counter signals you closer. "It's been a while, Lady Massey."

"I heard some complaints about the quality of the food you were serving the men," Christina warns, though the smile she wears (a friendly one, this time) lessens the affect. "I came down to investigate."

"Ah, I see," The man nods sagely when he spots you, offering you a grin and an over-dramatic bow. "Greetings, and welcome, to Marbo's kitchen! The finest eatery in the Imperium."

"Debatable," Christina chuckles.

>A pleasure to meet you.
>Yes, yes, well and good, but where's the food?
>Other?

>>31966040
>>A pleasure to meet you.
"Are you related to one Sly Marbo?"

>>31966040
>>A pleasure to meet you.
Don't fuck with the people who handle your food

>>31966040
>A pleasure to meet you.
>>31966130
True that.

>>31966130
this

>>31966040
>Yes, yes, well and good, but where's the food?

We are an busy man who has no time for peons.

>>31966040

"Name's Michael," You offer him a smile. "A pleasure to meet you. Say, you're not related to a SLY Marbo, are you?"

The cook seems to give this serious contemplation before shaking his head.

"I don't believe so. Why?" He asks.

"Oh, nothing. Just a hunch."

"Uh huh," Marbo nods slowly, shooting Christina a look that seems to scream 'another one?' Still, he's quick to give you your meal and you're happily surprised at your find. Caffeine that looks relatively drinkable, ackenberry waffles, and something resembling a meat that's not possibly the guy in Second Squad that bit it last week.

With breakfast in hand you and Christina look for a free seat.

>Roll a 1d20. First three count.

>>31966130
What? fuedal lords did that shit daily and I can assure you that never went wrong. Now have some of this wine served by this peasant whose parents I executed in front of him for not paying the wheat tax.

Rolled 8

>>31966322

Rolled 4

>>31966322

Rolled 12

>>31966322
Rolling

Rolled 10

>>31966322
For some reason thanks to a certain GM I always assume Female inquisitiors are either cold hearted bitches or the tsuniest tsunes this side of the tsun galaxy

Rolled 17

>>31966322

Rolled 11

>>31966322

Rolled 1

>>31966322

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>>31966432
Thank the empra you was such a Slowtail with that roll

>>31966344
This guy get`s it. Authority is the thing that we want to reach for. Specially when we are not going serve with him on the front...
>>31966370
>>31966377
>>31966380
hhnngg.

>>31966383
(Interesting options. I'll think about it.)

>>31966322

For a moment you think you're not going to find anything, but then you catch movement to your right and look to see a young man waving at you.

"Oh, bugger me," You hear Christina mutter. "I was hoping to save him for last."

More curious than anything, you follow her to the table where the man- a short fellow in the fatigues of a pilot- eagerly awaits you.

"Mi'lady!" He calls, seemingly thrilled to see her. "Would you like my seat? If you want I co-"

"That's quite alright, Eric," She halts him with a hand, taking instead a free chair. You join her, drawing the man's attention away from her as he cocks his head to the side.

"Eh? Since when have you been with us?" He asks, obviously confused.

"Michael," Christina sighs. "This is Eric; my team's pilot."

>I'm a recent addition.
>Try working on speeding up your takeoff next time.
>I've been around. You just haven't noticed until now.
>Other?

>>31966596
>>I've been around. You just haven't noticed until now.

>>31966596
>>Try working on speeding up your takeoff next time.

>>31966596
>I'm a recent addition.

Try working on speeding up your takeoff next time. No better way to make friends then to insult their skills and downplay their importance!

>>31966631
Let's fuck with the pilot.

>>31966596
>>I've been around. You just haven't noticed until now.

I guess you must fly solo often. Inferring nothing I assure you.

>>31966596
>Try working on speeding up your takeoff next time.

Rolled 13

>>31966596
>I've been around. You just haven't noticed until now.
this should be fun

>>31966596
>I've been around. You just haven't noticed until now.

>>31966699
this

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>>31966596
>(Interesting options. I'll think about it.)

Fuck

>>31966723

My sentiments exactly.

>>31966596

Enjoying a swig of caffeine, you regard the pilot with an easy smile.

"I've been around," You shrug, as if it was old news. "You just haven't noticed until now."

After a few moments of staring he squints, hand bringing up a fork that points menacingly at you.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't you go pulling any of Specter's bullshit! I got enough trouble watching out for one, I don't need two! The last thing I need is another ninja to worry about and he's dicking with me, isn't he, Mi'lady?" Somewhere halfway through his last sentence, Eric changes from vindictive to sheepish as Christina doesn't even try hiding her enjoyment to the unfolding scene.

"Yes, Eric, he's 'dicking' with you," She says, raising a brow at his wording and causing the pilot to flush red and stammer.

"A-appologies, Mi'lady! I shouldn't use s-such language like that," He manages.

>Tease him a bit further. (How?)
>Give him a break.

>>31966855
tease him a bit more.

" Oh I'll dick with you all night if your in the mood for it. "

>>31966855

Give him a break.

>>31966855
>>Give him a break.

>>31966855
>>Give him a break.

>>31966750
The inquisitior the GM described to us was 60% that ass too phat, 40% Blonde, and 100% Tsun.

Needless to say my dick was diamonds and the psyker I played lusted after her relentlessly. I tried to use one of my warp powers to find out what gift I should buy her rolled a peril and somehow killed two other npc's one was an acolyte another was our main contact.

GM hit all my fetishes nearly killed us several times.

>>31966881
>>31966855
this.

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>>31966881
Yeah no

>>31966881
am i aloud to vote against something? if so i would very much like to do that

>>31966946
>>31966967
Why are you against dicking with the guy? His an NPC who -because of his slow ass- got the rest of your buds killed for not starting the Ship fast enough.

>>31966855
>Give him a break.
>>31966881
veto

>>31966946
>>31966967
>>31966990
It is not likely going to lead anywhere, and little sexual harassment keeps the pilot on just enough edge.

>>31967035

Since you are talking about keeping the pilot on edge, my concern is that the Lady Inquisitor here will like our teasing and join in, thus making this betamax pilot jealous.

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>>31966988

>>31967119
But such betamax pilot is surely not loyal for team, nor cares about us. I feel that he is more of risk factor that is going to brake down at some point. His previous mistakes just prove how unfitting pilot he is, therefor only safe precaution is to rid of him, and psyops seems reasonable enough for now.

But we can leave it be for now, but I bet that this is going to end badly with lose canon.

>>31966855
>>Tease him a bit further. (How?)

I am perfectly alright with >>31966855

>>31966855
>Tease him a bit further.
How about we give him a hard time for launching so slow?

>>31966855
>Give him a break.

>>31966855
(Fucking fuck, I was all but done when my computer went retarded and exited everything. Sorry about that.)

The thought of continuing your torment is an intriguing possibility, but you decide against it. Instead, you turn your focus to your meal and dig in like the starving man you currently are. Though disappointed at the end of your teasing, Christina moves on regardless.

"You're eating," She notes. "So I take it repairs are done?"

"Mi'lady!" Eric says, feigning hurt. "I wouldn't be worth the oil under my nails if I didn't take my job seriously. I brought the ole girl back to tip top shape two days ago. I was looking to try and find you to tell you so, but I knew you were busy so I decided against it."

Christina takes this all with a few nods as she spends a moment to work on her own meal. Then, putting down her mug of caffeine, she looks at him again.

"So you talked the captain into getting us those engine upgrades?" She asks, smiling sweetly.

Eric pauses, blinks, opens his mouth, then slams it shut with an audible clack as he jumps to his feet.

"Right on it, Mi'lady!" He says before taking off, his own food suddenly forgotten about. Impressively, he manages to just avoid a cleaning servitor stacked high with dirty plates. It's not until he's well out of sight that Christina leans over, laughter clear in her voice.

"I actually forgot to tell me," She explains. "But at least now he'll be quick about it."

>A bit cruel, don't you think?
>That's evil. I like it.
>Will you be talking to me like that from now on?
>Other?

>That's evil. I like it.
>Will you be talking to me like that from now on?

Why not both?

>>31967470

>That's evil. I like it.

>>31967470
>That's evil. I like it.
>Will you be talking to me like that from now on?
Both

>>31967521
+1

>>31967521
+1

>>31967470
>That's evil. I like it.

I also have learned to fucking hate that pilot already.

>>31967521
I'll toss in as well

>>31967470
>That's evil. I like it.
Let`s not start sounding insecure about our line or actions.

>>31967521
Sounds good to me.

>>31967470
(Edit: Sorry about that. Forgot to add the second half)

In an equally quiet and mischievous tone, you lean over and meet her halfway.

"That's evil," You say. "I like it."

"I'm glad to see we'll be getting along swimmingly," She says.

"Will be talking to me like that from now on?" You ask, honestly curious.

"Oh, heavens no," She scoffs, waving her hand dismissively. "It's just he's the easiest of the bunch to get flustered. And the most fun."

Then, however, her expression softens a bit.

"Don't go too overboard, though," She tells you. "He may be a bit naive, but he's a good kid. Don't let him fool you, either; he knows what happened back there cost both of us dearly."

Then, as if conversing about the weather, she's back sitting straight and finishing up her meal.

"We can dawdle a moment if you want," She offers. "Is there anything you'd like to ask or discuss?"

>Well, actually... (What?)
>No, back onto the tour. (Pick one from the previous list)

>>31967719
Well actually... How did you come across the tech-priest/medic.

>>31967750
+1

>>31967719
>>No, back onto the tour. (Pick one from the previous list)
the Captain

>>31967719
>No, back onto the tour. (Pick one from the previous list)

Father Time

>>31967819
+1

>>31967750
Seconded.

Can somebody fix the OP? It says "Guardsmen" plural when it should be "Guardsman" singular. My OCD is acting up, but I can't edit images for shit.

>>31967819
Sure why not.

>>31967955
When we meet the Emprah, we shall be counted as more than a singular guard.

>>31967719

You contemplate your options before finally deciding on something.

"How did you and Melodi come to know one another?" You ask, to her apparent surprise. She takes a moment, as if trying to form an answer.

"We've known each other a long time," She says. "She was my second ever operative, and I started out that small quite some time ago. I suppose you could call us childhood friends, if you're feeling sentimental. Luckily, I'm not in the mood."

She stirs the almost empty cup of caffeine before draining it completely.

"Anything else?"

>Perhaps... (What?)
>No, thank you. (Who do you see next? Pick any, minus The Ace)

>>31967991
Father Time time!

>>31967991
Father time

>>31967991

Father Time

>>31967991
Father Time.

>>31967991
Might as well, father time.

>>31967991

"I think that covers things for now," You shake your head, and after disposing of yours and the Inquisitors plates (She offers a curious 'thank you') you continue on.

This time you're lead to the higher levels, the halls smaller and much more expensive than before. You have a few choice words to make about the waste of money, but decide against voicing them. Instead, you follow Christina wordlessly as the explains.

"While Melodi may be my second oldest agent, Leopaldo Roland-my savant- is the first. And in more ways than one," She informs you, stopping at a door seemingly at random and keying the console nearby. It opens, and both of you step inside to find a room covered with numerous but neatly stacked piles of books, files, and dataslates. At first you don't see or hear anything.

"Leo?" Christina calls out, and a mound of paper goes flying as the desk at the far end of the room moves and a form detaches from it.

"Hu-wh-ha-Yes, Lady Massey?" An very old, very weathered old man asks, blinking a few times before he finally seems to find the two of you. When he sees you, however, he smiles.

"Ah, Sergeant," He pauses. "Or should it be Lieutenant? We never quite decided which one you would prefer."

>I never asked for the job of officer. You can keep it.
>It could have its perks, I guess.

>>31968312
>>I never asked for the job of officer. You can keep it.

>>31968312
>It could have its perks, I guess.

>>31968312
>It could have its perks, I guess

>>31968312
>It could have its perks, I guess.
Would rather decide my fate, than have it decided for me.

>>31968312
>>It could have its perks, I guess.

Did she just imply that he took her V card? Or should I go to bed?

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>>31968376
That sounds suspiciously close to heresy anon

>>31968428

Nah, I thought that as well.

>>31968312

It could have its perks, I guess. To start with we'll need epaulets and a sick cape.

>>31968312
>>It could have its perks, I guess.

>>31968428
Yeah no that what I read too. You're fine.

>>31968428
>>31968533

>>31968472 is me. Maybe we should throw in a "...wait, more ways than one? (raised eyebrow) Er, I guess being an officer could have its perks."

>>31968607

>>31968533 here, and yes absolutely. Best worst idea ever.

>>31968435
I didn't say ask her heh
>>31968472
>>31968533
>>31968607
Cool cool, then I'll stay for a while longer.

>>31968428
(I meant that as in he's the oldest agent she has. I think I'M the one that needs some sleep, anon.)

>>31968312

You were just find where you were, but maybe this could prove helpful later on. With that decided, you give a noncommittal shrug.

"It could have its perks, I guess," You decide.

"Very good, very good," Leo nods, typing something into a nearby dataslate. "Yes; Michael Dunkin, age twenty six, born on Cadia, Kasr Dromuss, to the parents of-"

"I think he knows his history," Christina says. "Most of it, at least."

"Quite right. My apologies," He says with a small shrug. "As you may have gathered from my workplace, I can answer most any questions you have. All I require is time and a subject matter."

"Just don't work him too hard," Christina advises, much to Leo's chagrin.

"Are you implying something, my dear?" He asks.

"Your old, Leo," Christina chuckles. "We both know it. No need to try and avoid the fact."

"Oh, yes, quite right," The Savant returns the smile. "Much like you, born on Ostio, age-"

"Another word and I throw you out the airlock."

>No, please, I want to hear more.
>Best stay quiet. An angry woman is one thing, an angry Lady Inquisitor is another.

>>31968673
>>No, please, I want to hear more.

>>31968673
>Best stay quiet. An angry woman is one thing, an angry Lady Inquisitor is another.

It's clear this is a common routine between them, don't butt in.

Rolled 7

>>31968673
Stay quiet, but grin like a crayon eating motherfucker.

>>31968673
>No please, I want to hear more.

>>31968706
this

>>31968673
>Best stay quiet. An angry woman is one thing, an angry Lady Inquisitor is another.

>>31968673

You don't need any sleep, keep writing.

>No, please, I want to hear more.

Let's see how far we can push this one. Maybe we tried the same kind of thing with new officers back in the Guard.

>>31968673
>Best stay quiet. An angry woman is one thing, an angry Lady Inquisitor is another.

>>31968673
>Best stay quiet. An angry woman is one thing, an angry Lady Inquisitor is another.

Getting a woman to reveal her true age is nigh impossible.

>>31968673

"Oh, but I have so much to tell!" Leo grins, and suddenly you're starting to get a picture of how Christina became the woman she is. "I thought you liked being transparent with your agents, Lady Massey."

"When it suits me," She growls, and even though it's not pointed at you, you take a step back. Partly to avoid her scorn, and also so the grin you're sporting goes unnoticed.

"Oh, yes, apologies. Must have slipped my mind," Leo sighs, head bowing. "As you say, I'm growing quite on in my years..."

"But you're so hard headed you'll be around a thousand more," She sighs, torn between being aggravated and laughing. "Anything USEFUL you're able to tell our newest member?"

The savant closes his eyes, head tilting side to side as he gives the question serious contemplation. Then, he opens his eyes again and looks to you.

"When he's part of the ground team, steer well away from Father Mikel," He informs you, voice grave.

"Sound advice," Christina nods.

>...why?
>Good to know.

>>31968673
>No, please, I want to hear more.

>>31968868
>>...why?
seems important to know

>>31968868
>Why?

>>31968673
>No, please, I want to hear more.

>>31968868
>...why?
Best get the specifics so we know what to watch out for.

>>31968673
>No, please, I want to hear more.

>>31968868
>...Why?

Not sure I like where this is going...

>>31968868
>He's been through some shit right?

>>31968868
>Good to know.
He goes berserk dosen't he?

>>31968868
>>...why?

>>31968868
>>...why?

>>31968956
What a great guy, though.

>>31968980
You talking about Kharn? Fun guy.

>>31968868
>...Why?

>>31968991
Yeah I remember one time we was playing basketball I asked for the ball he threw a fucking chain Axe at my head.

What a guy.

>>31968868

A familiar sinking feeling forms in your gut, and it's not from breakfast. You don't want to, but you force yourself to say the word.

"...why?" You ask.

The savant and Inquisitor exchange looks, and Leo lets out a weary sigh.

"Have you ever heard of or seen an Eversor?" He asks, then gives a cheerful laugh. "Oh, of course not. Then you'd be dead. While nowhere near as potent or deadly-be a kind boy and refrain from telling him so-, he's still very much a potent ally."

"I'd like to say my savant's exaggerating, but I'm afraid he's not," Christina confirms your fears, though you're not completely sure what they're of. Certainly Mikel was an imposing figure, especially if he tried to be, but he reminded you more of a grandfather than a warrior, even with his past experience.

"Now, if you excuse me, I believe I have some files to... find," Leos says, scanning his surroundings. "A12 was below C32, but I moved both to the second file to the right after the left began to overflow..."

"I think this is a good time to part ways," Christina suggests, and you're inclined to agree. You bid ways with the old savant who's already off on a tangent of his own. After the door shuts behind you the Inquisitor lets out a sigh, but she seems to have enjoyed the visit all the same.

>Make a comment?
>Off to meet...

>Mr. Sandman
>The Captain

>>31969066

Sandman, save the Captain for last

>>31969066
Well...pardon my language, ma'am, but that's fuckin creepy. Off we go, then!

>Mister Sandmaaaan....bring me a dream...

>>31969066
>>The Captain

>>31969066
>Mr. Sandman

>>31969066
Sandman!

>>31968956
And it sounds like he totally goes berserk. That's such a bad thing, he's going to kill us.

>>31969066
>>Mr. Sandman

>>31969066
>>Mr. Sandman

>>31969066
"From the ghost stories I heard I always thought Eversors were psychotic , druged up beserkers. Why did the Father seem.... so calm?

>>31969066

With yet another member down you head to a by now familiar elevator. You've realized by now that it's oddly small for such a large ship, and that it's probably meant for Christina and a select few alone. Still, the jingle could be excluded.

"Do you remember what I told you about the Antebellum's armsmen?" Christina asks as you disembark. "Whenever I need serious firepower without conscripting local troops, they answer the call, and I need someone capable to handle most any situation leading them."

You continue until you come through an entrance to find a training yard, much like the ones you'd been on before. Obstacle courses, gun ranges, and various other ways to train. The one in particular Christina leads you to, however, is a number of black and gold armored soldiers gathered around a table, with a handful of wooden targets nearby and a container behind them. The tallest among them, a lanky man with shaggy hair and a blue sunburst tattoo on his cheek, points at the container and speaks much like you had before, clear and authoritative.

"Put your hand on that wall, trooper," The man in question hesitates, clearly uncertain, then almost jumps out of his skin when the DI speaks again. "PUT YOUR HAND ON THAT WALL!"

With great hesitation the trooper walks over and presses his hand against the surface, and though you glance at Christina she seems to be more than enjoying herself. Looking back, you just manage to catch the DI throw something, and a moment later the armsman in question is screaming and gripping the pressed hand with his free one. The hilt of a dagger protrudes from the man's palm.

Smirking, the DI casually strolls through the crowd and turns back to them, signaling to the wounded man with a hand.

"The enemy can not push a button... if you disable his hand," He explains as if it's the easiest and simplest concept in the galaxy. Scowling, he looks over his shoulder. "MEDIC!"

(Cont.)

>>31969348

It's about that time he sees you two.

With a grunt, and without turning back to look, the DI grabs the hilt and yanks it free. He's already on his way over as the man hits the ground, carefully wiping blood free of the blade on his pants leg before return it to its sheath.

"Ma'am," He nods to Christina before turning to you and grinning. "Well I'll be damned. You made it."

>Nice throw.
>Surprised?
>Have we met?
>Other?

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>>31969397
>Nice throw
>Have we met?.

>>31969397
>Nice throw.
>Have we met?

>>31969397
>Nice throw.
>Have we met before?

>>31969397
>>Have we met?

Errr, our guy is a hard ass, but he's not an officer. He'd probably empathize with the boot.

>>31969397

"Nice throw, sir." (I assume he's actually a Captain)

"Have we met, sir?"

>>31969397
>Nice throw.
>Surprised?
Dat Starship Trooper ref!

>>31969397
>>Nice throw.

>>31969397
>Nice throw
>Have we met?

>>31969397

Though his teaching methods are new, you've seen worse.

"Nice throw," You offer. "Have we met?"

"Once, planet-side," He nods. "Put down that Lictor well and good. But where are my manners?"

He extends a hand and gives you a friendly grin.

"Commander Vincent. I rule this bunch'a lackeys and get them ready to die for the Emperor. Or live, if they decide to put forth the extra effort."

>Michael Dunkin. Bodyguard.
>Lieutenant Dunkin. A pleasure, sir.
>Doing a fine job, Vincent.
>Other?

>>31969580
>Other?
Mike

>>31969580
>Lieutenant Dunkin. A pleasure, sir.
try to get on his good side

>>31969580
>Michael Dunkin. Bodyguard.

>>31969580
>Lieutenant Dunkin. A pleasure, sir.

>>31969580
>Michael Dunkin. Bodyguard.

Don't suck up to the hard-arse. They hate that. Give them professionalism they can respect. Nothing is worse than being the new guy who brown-noses.

>>31969580
>Michael Dunkin. Bodyguard.
fuck yeah bodyguard, presumably guarding the lady =][=

>>31969580
>Michael Dunkin. Bodyguard.

>>31969580
>Lieutenant Dunkin. A pleasure, sir.

What is point of rank and titles unless you can use them.

>>31969662
hmm in that case how about
>Lieutenant Dunkin Bodygaurd

>>31969580
>Michael Dunkin. Bodyguard.

>>31969580
>>Lieutenant Dunkin. A pleasure, sir.

>>31969580
>Michael Dunkin. Bodyguard.

>>31969682
That seems like a pretty good compromise

>>31969580
seconding >>31969642

>>31969682
Sounds decent to me.

>>31969682
A good compromise to me.

>>31969580

You take the offered hand a give him a firm shake, both of you looking the other over. Vincent seems like a man that's seen his fair share, and then some. Sounds familiar.

"Michael Dunkin. Bodyguard," You say.

"No shit?" He asks. "Well, good luck with that. You're gonna need it. No offense, ma'am."

"Oh, of course," Christina rolls her eyes. "Vincent plays several roles. Outside of combat he trains the men, while in it he either serves as a sharpshooter or commands a contingent of armsmen."

"Yeah, ma'am. Great planning on that one," Vincent gives a toothy grin. "Give the sniper command."

Instead of giving a quip Christina only smiles; perhaps it's an old joke. Regardless, the Commander looks you over before raising a brow.

"Lookin' pretty good for a dead man," He remarks. "Think I could see what we'll be workin' with? I'll go easy on ya, I swear."

________________

With that I'll call it a night, as I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. I could keep shooting for every other weekday, but weekends would mean I'd have virtually all night and even the morning after. Which do you guys prefer? Shorter, more often threads during the week or longer, less ones on the weekend?

>>31969817
Longer threads sound better for your health and for the quality of this quest, which I'd just like to say is superb. Love your writing man.

>>31969817
I'll second >>31969840 though I wouldn't mind a weekday thread every now and then if you've got the time for it.

Also, got that twitter yet?

>>31969817
Thanks for the run.

I'd prefer weekdays, otherwise I'll have to miss half the thread but, its really what ever works for you I don't mind.

>>31969886
going with this

>>31969840
I would tend to agree and thanks for running this!

>>31969817
Thanks for the thread OP, loving them, also what >>31969886 said, you talked of getting a twitter last thread, got it yet? It vastly helps with communicating thread schedules/delays etc and posting links when threads go live, makes organising it much smoother