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Focus! You had to focus. With bullets flying around and landing close to you it was a near impossible task but you had to use your privileged mind to do so. You had no time to rest because every second you stood still a nonlethal yet painful bullet impacted on your soft and weak flesh.

Your adversary was an incredible marksman, he was not only able to hit you on your weak spots even when your body was mostly metallic and the still organic parts were covered by a thick armor. His attacks were unpredictable, he exchanged between direct confrontation and ricocheting his bullets with ease and by the time you became concentrated enough to dodge his bouncing bullets he then decided to shoot directly at you and always catching you off guard.

You felt kind of embarrassed, you enemy was older than you, used a primitive weapon and seemed to be mostly unaugmented. As a transhuman warrior of the Omnissiah not winning this fight and showing the true owner of bionics and human technology over flesh would be incredibly shameful.

Anger was slowly accumulating on your body and soon your attempts to dodge his bullets became more and more risky and aggressive. At first you tried to tackle him down but to your surprise he didn't flicked and dared to use the grip and cannon of his revolvers as improvised close combat weapons.

This Skitarius was really agile and intelligent, able to calculate the optimal angle to shoot and also to avoid your attacks with a lot of grace. That’s what an entire life of void and firearm training produced on him.

Panting heavily you decided to do your best too. You grabbed the handle of your modified chainsword and pointed at him. He laughed cocky and even got closer to tease you and inspect the weapon, a reckless mistake. You pressed the second trigger for an instant and a small ball of fire was launched from the tip of the blade. Even with his agility he wasn't able to move back fast enough.

>>39871534
It was a good trick but not an effective one. As learned before those Skitarii train with photon explosions to get more used to sudden light spikes. It’s confusion only lasted a few seconds whereas any other person would have needed at least an entire minute. Those precious seconds were time enough for you to swing the blade, he weakly tried to block it with his dual revolvers but your impact was smashing.

He was thrown pretty far away, it was admiring the fact that even after such a hit he managed to hold the handguns on his hands and not press the trigger accidentally.

You had to win the fight, there was no other option. If he won he would demand answers and the Inquisitress would surely interfere. Unlike the girls this person was an adult man that managed and lidered an important group of loyal warriors. Erasing his mind could carry catastrophic results for this particular temple. Killing him wasn't an option either, it would strain the relationships between the two Skitarii armies and make your impressionable students get a negative impression of you.

>>39871570

Without any other option you decided to activate your warpmask and let fear be your blade. He stood up still somewhat blinded. The effects of the mask still didn’t had effect on him due to the distance between you two.

>Walk calmly and hug him asking for this to end. If he doesn’t complies force him to look at his own soul and sins at a really close distance
Roll 1d100. 80 or more to convince him; if fails then 70 or more for the mask for this to work
>Use a mix of your light emitting lenses and your flamer to keep him blind and cornered for some more time
Roll 2d100. 85 or more for the lens trick. to work. 80 or more for the flamer to blind him. If both are success its effects will stack
>Use your chainsword to pin him down and subdue him into surrendering.
Roll 1d100. 70 or more for this to work
>Use your weapons to knock him down. Declare yourself winner by K.O.
Roll 1d100. 75 or more for this to work
>Write in
I’ll judge

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>39871591
>Use your chainsword to pin him down and subdue him into surrendering.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>39871591
>>Walk calmly and hug him asking for this to end. If he doesn’t complies force him to look at his own soul and sins at a really close distance

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>39871591
>>Use your chainsword to pin him down and subdue him into surrendering.

>>39871654
eh. I'll go with this. Less bad blood afterwards.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>39871654
I'll back this. Had to go check what we were doing again hahah, forgot it was konterus' relative.

>>39871591
>Walk calmly and hug him asking for this to end. If he doesn't complies force him to look at his own soul and sins at a really close distance.

The mask is now on, you don't really know how how far does its reach go and how effective it will be with the rest of the students, acting somewhat damaged you cover your face with one of your clawed hands, leaving only your four bright lenses shining like the eyes of a predator on a dark night.

Your steps are slow but strong and imposing. He looks at you and even if he cannot still completely recognize your factions his mind understands that there is now something wrong and scary on yourself.

In the first time since he has memory he panics and his fingers become unable to properly reload and chamber the rubber bullet. With a sigh and your shadow covering him he just calmly leaves his two twin revolvers on the floor.

You get on your knees and hug him softly.

"I am so sorry to communicate you of your brother's death. He died a hero and saved many lives with his acts, including mine. Feel proud of the genetic link you have with him because you possibly share many of the heroic traits that he had. It is what your brother Konterus would have wanted."

He weakly hugged you back and cried in silence, his whimpering forcefully muffled by your robes to avoid him the shame of acting like a human being and letting his emotions overtake him around his own warriors.

With your face still half covered and distorted by the forcefields you looked at all the students, both local and yours and ordered them to return to their training and duties. Quickly the room emptied.

>Leave him crying alone. The loss of his brother is something he has to overcome on his own.
>Try to chat with him, distract his mind from the grief.
>Ask him for round two. Let him punch you a few times to release his contained rage.
>Write in.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>39871932
I'm split between the second and third option. I'll let the dice decide for me.

1=chat
2=round two

>>39871932
>Ask him for round two. Let him punch you a few times to release his contained rage.
More combat is good for both of us.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Alright the ten minutes of voting have passed and we have a tie. I'll let the luck decide.

>Try to chat with him, distract his mind from the grief.
1
>Ask him for round two. Let him punch you a few times to release his contained rage.
2

>>39871932
>>Try to chat with him, distract his mind from the grief.

>>39871932
>Ask him for round two. Let him punch you a few times to release his contained rage.

You removed your warpmask, there was no use for it anymore. The man pushed you ashamed of himself and sobbed alone, covering and trying to not be seen. You had no place to go and were the only one besides him to have known Kontarus, this was also a hard moment for you and thus you didn't wanted to leave his side.

"W-why are you still there!?" Asked the still crying Nintar somewhat enraged.

"I also knew him, he was one of my only friends. This is also hard for me. I am sorry."

He was angry and had the reasons to feel like that. Honestly you only tried to win to show your superiority over him but now that you two were alone you didn't minded if he tried to punch you into a pulp. You were already feeling pain after all.

"Punch me if you want. I will let you."

He clenched his fist so hard that it even agitated and then threatened me with doing so, only to recoil his arm in the last
moment and regret it.

"Don't be an idjit, no matter how much I punch you, he won't come back, and I'm sure as hell that he wouldn't want me to dig my knuckles into your pretty face."

He was angered but serene, if taunted again he wouldn't doubt into punching you. You sighed internally, letting him release steam would be for the best.

"You given such an offer and you reject it? What kind of fighter are you?"

Since he was still on the ground he first roundkicked you down and then got on top, next thing you managed to feel was a series of hard punches landing on your cheekbones and your brain impacting again its internal walls over and over.

Roll 1d100. The higher the roll the better the result.
>Let him continue doing so.
>Return the impacts with a headbutt.
>Try to grab and lock him down.
>Write in.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>39872350
>>Return the impacts with a headbutt.

>>39872350
>>Return the impacts with a headbutt.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>39872350
>Return the impacts with a headbutt.
Bawling brawling time!

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>39872410
>>39872350
Messed up roll

>>39872416
nice save

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>39872350
HEAD BUTT!
Also FUCK YEAH HERETEK QUEST!

>>39872350
>Return the impacts with a headbutt.

If you let him endlessly punch you he might go to far and even end killing you, besides it isn't a true fight if only one participates.

With a sudden movement you block his arms and use the strength of your back muscles and your hardened reinforced spine to impulse you and headbutt him hard.

Your two foregrounds contact each other for a second and hurt for minutes. Headbutting someone while not really tabboo it is considered very dirty to do for Techpriests and Mechanicus, our brains are our most important part of ourselves after all.

I might have gone too far. My hears buzzed and my brain hurt. Unlike him I had nothing to protect my skull as it was completely exposed. A small trail of blood splatted him, at first I thought it was a wound on him but after some seconds I managed to notice that while bloodied he was untouched, that blood came from my head. I softly touched my surface and noticed a small crack that slowly poured blood.

My heartbeat jumped up and made me feel suddenly stressed. What if it was an important vein? Nintar fell completely defeated, your attack was way too much for his already tired and weakened body.

You stood up and your brain pulsated so hard that you were even able to feel and hear your blood flow and pulsations. You were weak but still undefeated.

>Cry for help for you two.
>Leave Nintar on the ring, go to the medicae bay on your own.
>Try to grab and draw him to the clinic.
>Write in.

>>39872682
>Try to grab and draw him to the clinic.

>>39872682
>go to the medicae bay on your own.
>Contact others to grab Nintar, on the way

>>39872682
>Try to grab and draw him to the clinic.

>>39872682
>Try to grab and draw him to the clinic.
Comm for a medic

>>39872682
>Unlike him I had nothing to protect my skull as it was completely exposed.
Lolwut. So the upgrade to a metal skull that has a warpsteel armoured plate made our head more fragile?
Not particularly convinced about that.

>Try to grab and draw him to the clinic.

>>39872950
Nah, you got it wrong. He still has a normal skull, the warpsteel is just a mask that he can automatically equip. The mask isn't even truly armored, besides its special effects it is as effective as true steel. And normal steel in 40k is as defensive as paper.

>>39873016
He thinking about the metal faced old character pic

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>>39873039
You mean this picture? I know it has some filters but I think that the differentiation between the skull and the metal bits is pretty noticeable.

>>39873016
Wait, did we never get that Metallic Alloy Cranium then?

>>39873110
Nope. Check the Bionics pastebin.

>>39873125
Well, I went one stage further and checked the archives and relevant old version of the bionics list in case it somehow fell out.

You're right, we didn't ever agree on getting it. I guess I just got confused by the picture change at the time or something.

>>39873165
It's cool buddy. Everybody makes mistakes, I'm pretty much a disaster when it comes to names. I switch between Konterus and Kontarus, Liwet and Lewit etc...

>>39872682
>Try to grab and draw him to the clinic.

With every movement your brain hurts and explodes a little bit more. It feels like it is slowly developing into a migraine, it could even end turning into a lethal aneurysm if you aren't quick enough.

Lifting his body is painful and slow but your strong muscles and still perfectly working bionics are able to do the task, honestly you doubted that you could be able to do it without your actual augmented arms.

Most people are training, using their beloved slug weapons and generating a storm of gunshots that both deafen your pleas and tease your already weakened cerebral cortex. A few Skitarii from both temples managed to break their focus and leave their tasks to aid.

There was a small infirmary close to them but it was designed to attend small wounds and mostly had Oxygenated water and other kind of equipment designed to clean wounds and remove bullets. It wasn't enough for what we were suffering. We had to descend to the lower levels of the Cathedral.

With their help we managed to get into the elevator and push the button for the designated floor where the main hospital was.

>>39873380
The descent wasn't truly long but the slow speed and the tension made it into a torturous experience. Everybody felt nervous and confused and in your case the worrying was twofold. You weren't only worried because of your bleeding skull and the unconscious warrior but also because of the diplomatic trouble that this might generate.

Warp dammit you were a guest and ended almost killing him. If an Arbiters detective dared to investigate and used its skills and influences to discover covered secrets it might even discover that you were also close in the death of his brother and wrongly believe that you are trying to hunt his entire genealogy for some unknown and obscure reason.

Paranoia was kicking your weakened mind and making its way into your fears.

>This is too much for you. Surrender and fall unconscious. The warriors can take you into the hospital. This way you might avoid all the paperwork and interrogating questioning.
>Try to stay awake. This is your entire fault and it is your duty to carry him to safety.
>Use your last energies into writing a report and explaining everything to the Inquisitress. She will surely aid you with any legal problem that might occur but her punishment might be even harsher.
>Write in.

>>39873401
>Try to stay awake. This is your entire fault and it is your duty to carry him to safety.
>Compose a digital message fro Karelia letting her know you've stopped off at the Skitarii headquarters for a little while.

...Can we quickly grab an upgraded skull whilst we're in their medical care here?

>>39873458
Supporting.

>>39873401
>>Try to stay awake. This is your entire fault and it is your duty to carry him to safety.

It's dinnertime in this part of the world so I'm gonna eat some pizza or something and then return. Please be patient.

>>39873458
>...Can we quickly grab an upgraded skull whilst we're in their medical care here?
I have something planned regarding that for the close future.

>>39873401
Can't he use the wi-fi to contact the clinic ?
Don't tell me they don't have a hotline.

>>39873401
>>This is too much for you. Surrender and fall unconscious. The warriors can take you into the hospital. This way you might avoid all the paperwork and interrogating questioning.

>>39873401
>Try to stay awake. This is your entire fault and it is your duty to carry him to safety.

>Try to stay awake. This is your entire fault and it is your duty to carry him to safety.
>Compose a digital message for Karelia letting her know you've stopped off at the Skitarii headquarters for a little while.

On the left part of your visual field a mind-to-text document editor popped out. Slowly you tried to write a message for your superior the Inquisitress Karelia explaining your visit to the Skitarii HQ in case she needed your services. Each word and phrase felt like a tattoo directly on your brain.

The paranoia made you rewrite the text over three times because you were worried about it sounding way too dull even for you or cheerful enough to be considered odd.

As soon as the message was written you sent enter and felt like a million of strands crossing your mind and creating a net before expanding and travelling away using the wireless fidelity area that surrounded and flooded the air you were breathing in.

With the message sent you felt way better and even dared to relax for a little bit. Your relief was foolish. The moment your muscles stopped being so tense they started shaking and you lost control. At the same time the doors opened and thus you two fell down into the main entrance of the AdMech hospital.

It was good that you managed to stay conscious so far. If you had surrendered both you and he might have gotten further concussions when falling against the walls of the Elevator or so.

You could barely take it any longer, there was a black fog surrounding your eyes. On your last moments awake you just took several pictures worried and wanting to know if the blackness was part of your weakness of mind or a defect on your lenses caused by the fall. Before you lost consciousness you managed to take about fifteen pictures of the paired stretcher carrying servitors that were linked by the bed and whose movements were synchronized.

>>39874280

Honestly if the Inquisitress or any other tech-adept meddled with your recent memories trying to discover what kind of accident happened and saw all those pics it would feel really puzzled.

About two days later you woke up with a headlight above your face, instinctively you blocked the blinding light with your hands, You were worried about how painful it would feel after your damaged brain noticed all that light but...no headache developed at all, the lux was as blinding as before but it didn't affected your head.

You softly touched your skull and felt a rubbery half crystalline substance covering the spot were you once had your crack. After standing up and looking around you managed to enter into a small lavatorium located near your room and look at yourself, there was some kind of transparent white-ish gel covering your wound, it became solidified and sealed the opening to avoid blood loss or air clots. You were saved.

Hunger kicked your stomach and you had to open the dish they left you and eat the disgusting hospital food that they made. Hospital food always had some infamy but when it came to Mechanicus managed hospitals that infamy increased a hundredfold. Things like a good taste were completely secondary and thus irrelevant to people with our mindset. It was a good thing that you didn't had a tongue anymore, all you had to do was grab that paste and pour it down inside your ingestion port.

After relaxing and resting for a while you stood up again. Worktime was never over.

>Try to find the Skitarius Nintar and check on his status.
>There is no time. Karelia asked you to reunite with her in a few hours. Awake your servoskull and take the needed trains to reach her.
>Contact with Karelia and tell her the truth. Ask her for advice.
>Write in.

>>39874314
>Try to find the Skitarius Nintar and check on his status.

>>39874314
>Try to find the Skitarius Nintar and check on his status.
>But make it quick
Also, let us all agree to never headbutt anything ever again. That outcome was with an 88, for crying out loud, I'd hate to see how mentally impaired we'd be at below 50.

>>39874418
This.

>>39874314
>>Try to find the Skitarius Nintar and check on his status. but make it quick

>>39874314
>Try to quickly find the Skitarius Nintar and check on his status.

You grab your servoskull Morti and plug it into one of the many servers. After that a pop-up informing me of the correct connection and the available memory appear on the screen. I execute a tracking magi-software and load the quickest path from that hospital to the rendezvous point with Karelia.

In the meantime you do the same and connect on other computer to avoid stressing the machine spirit's RAM and leave them to do one process at the time. In your computer you check the Databases for recent admissions. There are countless names, mostly people that are converted into servitors but after some time you manage to find him. Grand Skitarius of the Pandoríka Orbital Station. He seems to be stable and out of danger, it was just the accumulated burden of the fight and the loss. His white cells are pretty low but that's normal after suffering such a trauma. In a week or so he might be able recovered enough to challenge me to a rematch.

With this done you logged off the computer and your eyes once again showed the real world. Morti's eyes were flicking lights nonstop, he still needed some time to finish the download. After it was done you let her fly free and guide you towards the exit.

As you traveled on one of the trains you glared outside and saw that life wasn't completely enclosed in the walls that formed the hulls. There were many people with voidsuits that somehow were able to transport and move at great speeds by using rails, cables and even antennas, some other flew with jetpacks and around the rich and mercantile towers several sealed hovercars were visible.

>>39875042

When you reached the same spot were the Speculum Animæ was docked you didn't only saw Karelia but also Liwet, Mellizune and even the Space Marine Juliannus. This last one was completely covered with robes leaving virtually no visible detail of its appearance to any onlooker. He still got some funny looks anyway.

"You are on time. Good." Said Juliannus with his deep mechanical vox caster.

"Greetings, what is the point of this meeting?"

"You and Juliannus have some stuff to take care of, none of my concern. The girls and I have a family meeting. Have you already heard of Nalasha Hermann?"

"Cannot say that I do Miss."

"She's our aunt! Daddy's older sister and also the planetary governor. Lives in the central spyre!" Said the excited Liwet.

"We are going to make some...contracts. Can your servoskull record video, sound and image right?" Asked Karelia.

"Yes, it is able to do so. The feed it provides isn't the best one thought."

"We require constancy of the legal validity, as long as it is visible and can be heard it will be enough." She added.

Without any way of saying her no you just gave her the control over your dear servoskull, at least temporally.

After that a merchant transportation vehicle came. The Space Marine opened the door on the back and hopped inside.

"That's your transportation Heracor."

Scared and confused on what was going on you said your goodbyes and get up in the back of the transport. As soon as you did everything got more sense. Besides you and he there was also a giant coffin in there. Way too big for any human, there was a Space Wolf inside. They were going to take you to the cultural meeting of the Astartes known as the "Grave Exchange"

>Ask Juliannus about what will happen.
>Stay silent and try to spend the voyage resting as you still feel a little bit tired.
>Wonder and meditate about Nalasha and how might she be.
>Write in.

>>39875074
>Ask Juliannus about what will happen.

>>39875074
>Stay silent and try to spend the voyage resting as you still feel a little bit tired.
The space marine will speak if he desires conversation and I'd rather we were best rested for when we deal with the ceremony and so forth.

>>39875074
>Stay silent and try to spend the voyage resting as you still feel a little bit tired.
He already told us what will happen, I think.

>>39875074
>>Stay silent and try to spend the voyage resting as you still feel a little bit tired.

we know what will happen

Ok, I'm not dead. The next answer is gonna be a wall of text, sorry about that.

>>39875074
>Stay silent and try to spend the voyage resting as you still feel a little bit tired.
Once inside the demigod rips his robe and turns it into little more than rags and tattered cloth. This act could be considered culturally insensitive against a robed person like you because for an Admech Member his robe represents more than just the membership into the cult. Honestly you know he didn't did it to annoy you. He might be a little bit condescending with you but he also seems to have some sort of respect with your persona.

As soon as the small ship elevates from the ground and leaves the artificial gravity your stomach starts to revolve, its contents turning into floating slags of acid and half digested food. Juliannus doesn't flinches at all, he just activates the magnets on his soles and doesn't lets the lack of gravity affect him at all. Inspired you try to imitate him and lock yourself against the metallic floor but the fact that your robes start to float end making you look like some kind of cephalopod, and destroy any chance of looking graceful in his presence.

The voyage takes about twenty minutes. Since there are no windows and no way of knowing what direction did the ship take I feel lost. I am obviously somewhere in the space station but there are a myriad of places were that could be.

He exists first, and I go second. We are in a unidentified and plain looking location, surely just one of the thousands of warehouses available to be rented or used by the orders of a superior order, like the Adeptus Astartes. After we leave the back of the ship a group of servitors enter and remove the giant coffin from its interior. There is a group of about twenty Space Wolves in front of us all of them wearing their iconic grey blueish armor with yellow details and brown pelts.

>>39876449
They look big but as soon as we get close to them I notice that they are way bigger than I expected. Juliannus is as big as they are but when he is alone the effect of his height isn't so spectacular, now that I find myself surrounded by a group of Astartes I feel dwarfed, both in height and in spirit as I know that I am right now looking at people that have fought the horrors of the galaxy and will surely continue doing so long after I die.

We are stopped when there is about five meters between them and us. The Wolves let the servitors place the casket between them and us. Between their lines there are some that are more noticeable than the rest. One was a Space Marine with some dendrites and bionics, surely an adept of the true technological ways, next to him there was one with a white armor, looked like a medic; the next one was a man with a long beard and a rune covered armor, he also donned a strange bubble shaped helmet that I couldn't identify, close to him stood a warrior that donned a black armor and had a wolf skull shaped helmet, he looked fierce yet just, on his side there was the tallest and most decorated of them all, surely the leader of the group.

We both knelled down and then the Marine with the Wolf Skull shaped helmet spoke first.

"I Ulf Eriksson. Wolf Priest of the Space Wolves welcome our two guest and thank their effort to bring today our fallen brother. Say your names so we can speak and be as grateful as you deserve."

He pointed his Crozius Arcanum at Juliannus and then he stood up looking all proud and after removing his helmet spoke.

"I am Juliannus Domusalba of the Heralds of Vengeance chapter and descendant of Guilliam's seed."

There was some silence after he spoke. To the point of becoming somewhat awkward, the Wolf Priest slightly looked towards his leader but after he returned an angry glare the marine continued with the ceremony and pointed at me

>>39876471
"I-I am Heracor Nahive of the Æterna Skitarii and current Grand Skitarius of its temple."

Ulf activated a rune on his weapon and this crackled as if it were a lightning rod.

"TODAY WE SAY GOODBYE TO OUR BROTHER IN ARMS, THAT DIED WITH HIS NAME STAINED, BUT NOT TAINTED."

The servitors opened the lid of the coffin and revealed his dead body, his enormous sword rested on his hands.

"NJAL FANGFIST WAS ALWAYS A BRAWLER, SINCE HIS INFANCY IN THE SURFACE OF FENRIS HE ALWAYS FOUGHT WITH OTHER PEOPLE OF HIS AGE AND EVEN OLDER, DURING SOME OF HIS ESCAPADES HE EVEN DARED TO CONFRONT FENRISIAN WOLF CUBS AFTER WAITING FOR HOURS OR DAYS FOR THEIR MOTHERS TO LEAVE IN THE SEARCH OF FOOD!"

All of them cheered loud and raised their arms.

"HIS PROWRESS WITH THE FIST WAS ONLY BESTED BY HIS SKILL WITH THE SWORD AND AFTER BECOMING A TRUE BATTLE BROTHER HE SOON MADE LEMAN PROUD BY SLAYING THOUSANDS OF XENOS AND OTHER KIND OF BEASTS!"

The cheering turned into a roar as soon as the Wolf Priest mentioned his fighting skills.

"HE HAD TO BE INCARCERATED BECAUSE PUNCHED A COCKY PLANETARY GOVERNOR. HIS ACT CAUSED US TROUBLE WITH OUR FRIENDS THE INQUISITION AND THEN IT DEVELOPED INTO A CIVIL WAR WHEN THE MAN BECAME HOSPITALIZED AND HIS POLITICAL ENEMIES DECIDED TO TAKE ADVANTAGE."

This time there were many booing and angry roars, specially when the Inquisition and that governor were mentioned.

"TO AVOID MORE PROBLEMS WE OFFERED TO JAIL HIM FOR SOME YEARS IT WAS LATER DISCOVERED THAT THE GOVERNOR WAS MEDDLING WITH HERETICS AND WANTED TO LEAVE THE IMPERIUM BUT NOT EVEN AFTER DISCOVERING THAT THE HOLY INQUISITION WANTED TO FORGIVE HIM. THEIR PRIDE IS WHAT BLINDS THEM!"

The roar was so loud that you had to cover your ears, you even noticed some of the windows bouncing from the vibrations.

"BUT NOW WE MIGHT BE ABLE TO RECOVER THE SPIRIT OF OUR DECEASED BROTHER AND USE IT TO BREED MORE MIGHTY WARRIORS LIKE HIM!"

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>>39876484
The medic looking marine walked and used a long needle to try to extract something from his insides. After it was inside his equipment he pushed some buttons and then a few seconds of tense waiting happened before a green light activated and showed that while somewhat damaged, part of his geneseed was still usable.

The servitors moved the body away towards their transportation. Some of the Space Wolves called to personally talk with Juliannus and the technologically adapted marine called for me instead.

After we were alone from the roars and other cheering that formed between the space marines he finally proceeded to talk.

"It is nice to see you to, fellow son of the Omnissiah. I have heard that you were the one that found him. I am glad that you did so. He was a really beloved brother."

You nodded feeling both intimidated and shy.

"My name is not important but I want you to know that I am a Iron Priest. A Space Marine trained in the arts of the Technology and scholarized in Mars to help my chapter and humanity using my knowledge with the technology."

He walked towards a rune filled metallic box, it had a complex looking lock on it. After he opened it he showed me a Wolf Skull, similar to the one the Wolf Priest wore but this wasn't a mere helmet, this was a integral skull.

"When I heard of you I wanted to show you my gratitude by personally crafting you a reward. This is a Wurgen Skull, a skull made from a Fenrisian Wolf and adapted."

Before I could react he grabbed a cable and placed it on the connector on my nape, automatically transmitting the information about that skull.

>>39876506
>Wurgen Skull: The rune covered skull of a Fenrisian Wolf that has be modified to fit human vertebrae. Any worthy techpriests or Iron Father can exchange their skull with this one to have the spirit of Fenris with themselves during all times. It can also be converted into a servoskull or be attached into the end of a dendrite.

>1. Wurgen Facies:
If this procedure is taken Heracor will remove his own skull and exchange it with this lupine one. It will be an excruciatingly painful procedure where he will be clinically dead for a few minutes while the skilled Magos Biologis unite nerve, veins and muscle tissue.

With the exception of the Warpsteel Mask that will need to be reshaped the rest of the bionics will be able to be reinstalled on this new skull.

It carries several advantages like respect from the Space Wolves and fear from the weak spirited ones. Its bigger dimensions also allow for more bionic and weaponry installations.

>2. Wurgen Servoskull:
With the necessary modifications this skull can be given a grav engine and be turned into a sanctioned servoskull. Due to its bigger dimensions it can be fitted with more advanced cogitators and weapons and turn it into a potent familiar to aid in battle.

>3. Wurgen Dendrite:
If connected to a dendrite and a power source this servoskull can be modified with data stealing fangs that can give you direct information and parameters of the bitten objective, regardless of if it is organic or mechanic. It can also be instead fitted with ranged weaponry like in the other two options.

>>39876530
After that he also gave me a small medallion with his chapter color scheme, it contrasted a lot with my colors but I felt pretty proud of it. With the skull on my hands I had to think what to do with it, I couldn't miss such opportunity after all.

>As soon as you reach to a workshop do one of the three Wurgen Procedures.
>Keep the Servoskull for now.
>Reject the Skull and ask for knowledge instead, that's the only true reward that a Techpriest can ask for.
>Write in.

>>39876545
>As soon as you reach to a workshop do one of the three Wurgen Procedures.
>2. Wurgen Servoskull:
Need more guns

>>39876545
>As soon as you reach to a workshop do one of the three Wurgen Procedures.
>1. Wurgen Facies
A bigger head also puts us in good stead for upgrading to a gigantas body.

>>39876545
>>As soon as you reach to a workshop do one of the three Wurgen Procedures.


wurgen debdrite

>>39876530
>>2. Wurgen Servoskull:
>As soon as you reach to a workshop do one of the three Wurgen Procedures.

Welp, since it's a tie, I think it's best to put this vote off for later when there's more people rather than leave it to the dice to decide.

>>39876865
It's almost midnight for me and I have class tomorrow morning. What if I make an strawpoll to vote?

>>39876890
Bad idea it'll get samefagged to hell. Also servo skull wins.

>>39876623
>2. Wurgen Servoskull all day
but lets get some faceial mods soon, i wanna praise the ominissia with my viasage

>>39876530
>wurgen Facies
Apart from the cool and pretty badass factor, getting more possible uppgrades is useful, campared to occuping more dendrites.

>>39876890
Whatever you do, dont strawpoll. There wil be ridiculous amount of samfagging and that sort

>Sorry guys but I'm pretty tired and today isn't a really active day so I'll end it soon. This will be the last answer and then I will leave the 30 minutes of questions and so.

>>39876530
>As soon as you reach to a workshop do one of the three Wurgen Procedures.
>Wurgen Servoskull

You rub your head and feel once again the patch that they applied on you to repair your crack. Still...no. Replacing your entire skull with this one would be way too much. Another servoskull with advanced weaponry would be way more useful.

With a great bow you go back towards Juliannus, you think you saw a tear before he placed his helmet but you weren't sure, most of your attention was on the skull anyway.

Once on the transport once again you noticed that he was gifted with a decorated bolt pistol and one of their pelts. We didn't spoke at all during all the way back but you didn't mind, the ceremony was over and now you were way more relaxed.

Could Machine Spirits get jealous? You hope they don't otherwise Wurgen and Morti could fight each other.

Back on the dock Juliannus didn't spoke a word, not even with Karelia and just went straight to his private room.

Shortly after she gave you Morti back.

"You can check those recordings if you want but do not delete them."

>>39877290

Mellizune seemed kind of sad too while Liwet was filled with happiness and had a big smile on her.

To avoid strange looks and glares you decided to return to the Cruiser and use the workshop it had to work on your servoskull. Even if we were already docked and all the refuiling and repairing works were done the activity on the inside continued being pretty intense. The cleaning crew's duties never ended and after all the workers inside still had to return at night to sleep so many other activities like the dining halls and so on were also pretty active.

After expending the entire night working hard on the Wurgen Skull you managed to place a potent grav-engine on it. The moment you saw it floating in the air you felt happy and then fell asleep on the table.

Today there wasn't a lot of activity but we advanced a lot plotwise. I'm pretty happy honestly.

As always you all have 30 minutes for questions, archive descriptions, critics and suggestions before I archive it and go to sleep.

>>39877332
Mellizune still remembers a bit doesn't she? Or her mind does just enough to make her sad.

What did Karelia want with the recordings?

>>39877332
Thanks for running

>>39877405
>Mellizune still remembers a bit doesn't she?
There isn't any perfect mind erasing technique, regardless of if it has been done with drugs or psyker powers. She might experience déjà vu or other kind of phenomena like hearing voices that in reality are just fragments of past memories.

>What did Karelia want with the recordings?
As she said she had some legal contract to do with Inquisitor Rodan's brother. The servoskull recording is just a legal technicality to leave constancy of its veracity.

>>39877444
Thanks for playing.

>>39877472
Thanks for running!

>>39877472
Will we run into squats?

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>>39877828
SQUATS DO NOT EXIST YOU DAMM HERETIC.

Honestly, I don't see why not. A Squat Tinkerer and a Space Wolf Techpriest would make an awesome fuck it all duo.

>>39877919
Well since this was a high grav world I had to ask. So how long til Heracor's luck critfails and all hell breaks loose?

>>39877952
Well, not long ago Heracor critfailed so hard that I had to pretty much backpedal to not have him killed.

>>39877980
The frigate thing? or the headbutt? So what you're saying is soon right?

>>39878002
I don't control the dice rolls so I cant truly say. I have planned some fighting in the future against xenos so hell will break loose sooner or later.

>>39878053
In this system or next stop? Also will heracor ever catch a break? If this was a DH system his sanity would be hurting right now.

>>39878074
Well he has some breaks that sometimes last even entire weeks. And about your question both.

I have already planned what will happen in this system and in the next one. Both involve xenos to some degree.

>>39878147
>Well he has some breaks that sometimes last even entire weeks.

I mean a break without being wounded, being given a do this or die task by Karelia or being so paranoid it's painful. Heracor must be inhumanly stubborn otherwise he'd have a stress induced freak out.

>>39878182
>Heracor must be inhumanly stubborn otherwise he'd have a stress induced freak out.

So...like any other techpriest?

>>39878203
I'd say he's above and beyond even a techpreist.

>>39878255
Well maybe I still need a lot of experience to work and write human characters and with Heracor I have gone too far. Have in mind that he's lately stressed and paranoid, I would say that he's not so sane as you might believe.

>>39878325
Well yeah Which is why I was saying he needs a break without recuperating from an injury, being on mission from Karelia, etc. Maybe training the adoptive daughter, and fixing some machinery.

Alright, it is uploaded. Good night you all.

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