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>Take advantage and enter into the tower now that the two faction leaders are infighting.
As the Eldar and the Orks fiercely fought a small clearing formed in the midst of the battlefield, on the center of it laid the humongous Warboss and the massive Avatar. The two looked at each other with a burning hatred and rage while their respective warriors fought harder and more fiercely than ever as their sole presences worked as a conduit of battle frenzy and prowess.

The Ork occupied a suit of armor that had been looted and transformed from a Tau walking tank. Since your experience with Tau technology was limited at most you didn’t knew what kind of designation that suit had or how it looked originally but it stood over 18 feet in height and had been fitted with all kind of strange and dangerous looking weaponry.

On its right arm it had a massive cannon that almost entirely occupied the forearm and oddly enough seemed to be powered by a V8 engine that constantly spew fire and toxic smog from its exhausts. The left arm ended into a bear trap like mechanism whose diameter and thickness would have even allowed it to snap a mighty Astartes in two, there was also what seemed like a gas ejected chain piston that allowed the Bear Trap to be launched towards an enemy for distant butchering or even a ledge to let the Warboss swing great distances. In the center of the chest and as if it were a sign of reckless defiance there was a cracked container that showed the hanging and quickly beating heart of the Ork; anybody who wished to kill him only needed to rip his heart out of that container but apparently, and to his own amusement, nobody had been able to do it so far. A couple of Rocket thrusters installed on the back of the Armor let the Warboss leap great distances and gave him an astonishing agility that was specially surprising by judging how big and clunky his entire frame was.

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The Avatar was even bigger than the Warboss, towering the surrounding mortals with his approximately 30 feet of height. It was a being of flesh, iron and fire; both biological and artificial at the same time and neither truly alive nor dead. He was fire and rage incarnated, with each new breath it spewed some small flames from its nostrils and mouth; his eyes resembled two spheres of superheated plasma and his body looked as if it were semisolid magma. On his bloody hands it carried a massive fire veiled sword whose edge was covered in runes that glowed with an eerie energy.

Madloota the Warboss raised his bulging green biceps and elevated the massive cannon that he had for arm. From the muzzle of the weapon a viscous stream of energy poured onto the Godlike Avatar of Khaine. The Energy seemed to be a bizarre mix of Plasma, Lava and Electricity that melded into a purely destructive fluid. Still, what he was fighting against wasn’t a being that was bound to the laws of reality; the supernatural Avatar didn’t seemed to be affected by his attack and it simply shrugged and threw it all onto a group of close Ork Boyz, who shortly proceeded to die from the damage.

>>42958929

The Ork‘s small barbaric mind wasn’t unable to hold it anymore and he attacked first, running and preparing his Beartrap fist to be launched. With slow and calculated movements the Avatar raised his sword at hip level and tensed all its muscles. The sound of a bursting pipe and the sudden release of several atmospheres of steam pressure launched the bear trap at a great speed, it seemed to have some kind of mechanism that made its teeth open and close repeatedly and making it look like a devouring piranha as it bit the air. Not even flinching at Madloota’s offensiveness the Avatar swung his two handed sword as if it were as lightweight as a feather and flawlessly deflected the attack, sending the Bear Trap flying towards his own boyz with deadly results. Ignoring their deaths the Warboss started retracting the chain to regain his weapon back.

Now that the Avatar had nullified his two main weapons it strode towards the Warboss with his sword raised and his face twisted into an expression of pure infuriation and rage. It cleaved the air, leaving behind a hot current of wavy and undulating oxygen. On its destructive path it encountered the left shoulder of the Ork leader and sunk deeply, making his strong armor look feeble and weak as wet paper. From the gash a great stream of fire, blood and sparks flew out in an instant. In a sudden frenzied state the Ork retaliated and vefore the Avatar had the chance to retrieve its sword and butcher again the Warboss used its arms to grapple the constantly melting body of the Eldar.

Meanwhile some warriors managed to fend off their near attackers and decided to aid their respective leader, soon a rain of shuriken disks that bounced on the Ork’s armor and a constant release of crudely crafted armor that melted before reaching the Avatar started flying in their direction.

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To everybody’s awe and surprise the Warboss started biting and gnawing on the Avatar’s neck, swallowing great chunks of flaming godflesh with every mastication. With an unholy scream the fragment of the War God screamed in pain and attacked back by headstomping the Warboss until he regained its liberty back. The angered Avatar furiously spun with its sword raised, ready to cleave and bisect the Ork in two halves. Just as it was going to fatally impact him the Beartrap chain managed to finally return to its launcher. Madloota took this has his chance and stopped the blade with the teeth of his Beartrap, starting the strife anew.

Looking at the bigger picture you could see that these two were two important players, but that the game had way more pawns that those two. Around them hundreds of Orks and Eldar fought fiercely, with some spare Angels of Ecstasy survivors who were regrouping and trying to hunt Eldar to sacrifice their souls to Slaanesh and Orks out of spite.

With each death, with every exploding vehicle the conflict became weaker, but so did your coverage. It seemed that the Greenskins were weakened and would be the losing army in this battle. Weeks of warfare with the Angels of Ecstasy and several failed landings had dwindled their numbers until they were little more than a smallish army. The Orks had to win the battle for you to be able to win the race, and at the same time you had to win the race and be the one who destroyed the Infinity Circuit to make the Orks win.

>>42958970
Everybody was pressing their faces against the windows.

“At any moment there could be any Orkoid who manages to infiltrate into the chamber and deploys explosives into the perimeter.”

Said the Captain, unsure on what was the best time to make our sudden apparition and honestly, pretty entertained with the combat that was developing in front of his own eyes.

“How many energy charges do we have?” You asked.

Immediately the main gunner looked at the indicators and read their levels and magnitudes.

“Two more on this Photonic Fuel Cell. We have another two cells. Summing them all we have 34 shoots.”

“How much time does it take to reload one of those Fuel Cells?” You inquired to the Mechanic.

He scratched his head and did some calculations.

“With your prayers and active aid I guess that about five minutes. Without them the number takes threefold to successfully do so.”

With only two shoots left there wasn’t enough energy to activate the True Stormblade. Maybe you could sacrifice some speed and direct part of the fuel to some generators to recharge part of the fuel or direct the Lascannon’s power into the Plasma Blaster instead. Time was running short, you had to act now.

>Discharge those two remaining shoots and reload now. Aid the Mechanic into doing so. This will take five minutes in which the currently developing battle could end and some other participant might become the winner.
>Return the Stormblade’s speed to normal levels ( 25km/h max ) and use part of the fuel to activate some emergency generators and reload the Photonic Fuel Cells. This will make the Tank head into the battle with another five extra shoots but won’t be as fast as it was before.
>Direct the Lascannon’s energy into the Photonic Fuel cells. This will make the Tank into the battle with another five extra shoots but the Lascannons will be unusable and the gunners will only have access to two Heavy Bolters.
>Write in.

>>42958990
>>Return the Stormblade’s speed to normal levels ( 25km/h max ) and use part of the fuel to activate some emergency generators and reload the Photonic Fuel Cells. This will make the Tank head into the battle with another five extra shoots but won’t be as fast as it was before.

>>42958990
There was a fourth option that I forgot to add:

>Get some battery pincers and connect yourself into the engine of the Tank. Use the Teslaskin and your electoos to recharge the Tank with the use of your own Bioenergy. This will make the tank maintain all its offensive power and speed while but might prove fatal to you.

>>42958990
Twenty minutes have passed and only one answer:

>Return the Stormblade’s speed to normal levels ( 25km/h max ) and use part of the fuel to activate some emergency generators and reload the Photonic Fuel Cells. This will make the Tank head into the battle with another five extra shoots but won’t be as fast as it was before.

Writing now.

>>42958990
>>Return the Stormblade’s speed to normal levels ( 25km/h max ) and use part of the fuel to activate some emergency generators and reload the Photonic Fuel Cells. This will make the Tank head into the battle with another five extra shoots but won’t be as fast as it was before.
Hi Ax. How are you today?

>>42959290
Somewhat mad. Nothing serious thought. How about you, how are you today anon?

>>42959304
I'm alright. Just trying to have a nice day. I hope the rest of your day is good.

How do we not have enough energy for the 'true stormblade' when we never used it so far?

>>42959459
It uses the same ammo as the Plasma Blaster. It burns 3 shoots to use it once.

>>42959479
shots, shoots is a verb

>>42959494
Thanks, anon.

>>42958990
>Return the Stormblade’s speed to normal levels ( 25km/h max ) and use part of the fuel to activate some emergency generators and reload the Photonic Fuel Cells. This will make the Tank head into the battle with another five extra shoots but won’t be as fast as it was before.

You head to the back of the Tank with the Mechanic and open a back panel that connects with the engine. Even with it on deadlock its engine revved with a lot of power on its core. The new mixture of fuel had made some pipes to start corroding and bending from the sheer force that they had to endure. He would check that the engine stays active and in working condition while you do the more delicate tasks.

"I am sorry machine spirits for having abused of you, but worry not, your pain will cease now."

Muttering a litany under your breath you opened another panel, the one that was on the floor and revealed the pipes that were in charge of delivering the fuel to the engine. You moved the lever and diverted part of the fuel to an emergency microgeneratorium that was installed behind the seats.

Once again you had to drag yourself across the sweat filled floor and reach another smaller plank that after being plucked out unveiled a series of thick power cables.

Everybody was getting annoyed by your constant movement in such and enclosed area, for every movement and area that you wanted to reach at least three persons needed to move away and leave you space. When you found the cables you pulled them and connected them behind the controls of the Plasma Blaster.

When you were over you phew in satisfaction and everybody muttered comments like "Finally!" or "Glad he's over."

You tried to ignore those snarky remarks and seated on the closest empty chair for a well deserved rest.

"Driver, maintain the brakes active and push the accelerator slowly until it reaches the maximum speed."

>>42959682
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He did as ordered somewhat grumpily, these few instants you all had been inside the tank observing the development of the battle has been the closest thing he has had to a rest.

After placing his heavy boot on the pedal he carefully pressed harder and harder. The engine churned some more fuel and returned to normal levels of power, part of that same fuel went directed straight to the generators that soon started to glow, vibrate and generate even more heat.

"Its...It's going up!" Yelled the Main Gunner as it saw the total remaining shots increasing in number. It was something that he believed impossible and for it it seemed like a miracle.

"Do we have enough now?"

"Yes! Yes! We have seven shots!"

Good, that could be turned into two True Stormblades and one spare shoot, One Stormblade and four shots or seven regular shots.

"Everybody ready!" Yelled the Captain. "We have waited for too long! Let's see those brute orks and all the treacherous Eldar that humanity is here to stomp their mere existences and that we, like this tank, are unstoppable!"

The Driver started driving and with its own acceleration removed all the rubble that was used to cover their position.

As the owner and technological guide of this Tank you might be able to convince the Captain about how to spend all that regained energy.

>Tell him to use two StormBlades, one to kill the xenos, the other to destroy the Infinity Circuit and the spare shot for emergencies.
>Tell him to use the four shots to kill the enemies and the final three charges to destroy the Infinity Circuit with the True StormBlade.
>Don't use the True StormBlade, use the regular mode of the Plasma Blaster to both kill the xenos and destroy the Infinity Circuit
>Write in

>>42959693
>Tell him to use the four shots to kill the enemies and the final three charges to destroy the Infinity Circuit with the True StormBlade.

>>42959693
>Tell him to use two StormBlades, one to kill the xenos, the other to destroy the Infinity Circuit and the spare shot for emergencies.
I'd rather have a spare on hand just in case.

>>42959693
>>Tell him to use the four shots to kill the enemies and the final three charges to destroy the Infinity Circuit with the True StormBlade.

>>42959693
>Tell him to use the four shots to kill the enemies and the final three charges to destroy the Infinity Circuit with the True StormBlade.

As the tank started to gain momentum until it reached its top speed the temperature started increasing inside too, it was starting to reach unbearable levels. Dangerous sparks flew from the generator's cables and landed pretty close to the pipes that carried the fuel. In case a those sparks meet the promethium a catastrophe would happen;it would first start as an incendiary explosion that would be then further empowered by the Phospex dust that floats on the fuel deposits and would finally be even magnified by the plasma meltdown of the Tank's main weapon.

A ball of green fire and blue plasma would erupt in less than a second and turn us all into little more than a pile of dust. Everybody was focused on their task while all you could do was think in ways of dying, at least if all exploded none of you would feel a thing...well maybe the Ultramarine that is on top of the tank would. He would indeed suffer the most as the same metal he is standing in explodes with the force of a microsun and he is sent flying into the air covered in fire and surely to land in an area surrounded by xenos enemies.

Using your tools you started to close all the panels and everything that could pose a risk to much of the crew's dismay. At the end the Captain stepped in and used the butt of his Bolt pistol to push you into your seat.

"And stay seated! We are the Emperor's hammer and we cannot be bothered when we are fulfilling our holy duty!"

"I would recommend using four Plasma shoots against the foes and reserve the last three to activate the True Stormblade!"

The captain in a mix of stress and desire to keep you quiet accepted your words and yelled your recommendation in order form to the Main Gunner.

"Do as he says or I promise that I will shove this Boltpistol so deep into your throat that you will shit my Bolter rounds for weeks!"

>>42960177
The vehicle entered into the battleground by surprise and encircling the still infighting Warboss and Avatar. You looked outside and saw Orks and Eldar being driven over the mighty threads of your vehicle and several of them dying from Bolter rounds, using your inbuilt zoon you looked further and saw Madloota trapping the Avatar's head with its Beartrap, the ork was somewhat annoyed at the fact that his weapon hadn't been able to decapitate his foe but still he had an idea. If the weapon didn't behead the Avatar then he would pull and pull until it came out. With a great mechanic roar the engines on the Ork's back activated and launched him into the skies of the Craftworld, he had seemingly planned to continue ascending until the chain tensed and the pulling force killed the war god. At first he seemed to be successful; from the Avatar's head great cuantities of blood started to spill but then it jumped and used its own supernatural heat to melt the chain and liberate itself. Then in the middle of the air it launched its two handed fire sword directly at the Warboss, he had no chance to dodge it. As soon as the blade impaled the Ork it exploded in a gargantuan blaze of fire that resembled some kind of mythological bird. The flash of light was so strong that you became unable to see anymore.

Meanwhile the Stormblade had already spent the first two shots, the first one to destroy a distant Gargant that was readying its clunky weapons to demolish the giant tower and the second directed at a second WraithKnight that was about to get in front of our path.

>>42960189

When we started to reach the first gates of the Tower we found a great defense made by some hover tanks that you couldn't Identify. Even with their massive sizes you became able to recognize the outline of the Infinity Circuit, it was a massive opal like gem of red coloration that was surrounded by a shield of strange circling runes and had in its interior thousands of lights that seemed alive. That Jewel was perfect in every form and at least comparable in dimensions with a Warhound Class Titan.

The Hover Tanks closed your path and readied their weapons at you, they didn't seemed to know who you were but they didn't cared either. You were a foreigner, you were an stranger, you had to die.

>Roll1d100
>The Higher the roll the Better!
>Only the first 3 rolls will count.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>42960200

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>42960200

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>42960200

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>42960200

Alright, the three rolls are done, plus an extra 1d10 roll. Winner roll is 81. Pretty good roll! Writing now.

I'm not dead, only writing a long continuation. Thanks for being patient.

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No problem, I am here

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>>42960200

Without ever stopping the Tank continued advancing and creating a path of destruction and death on its wake. The Eldar tanks tried to stop your team but since their vehicles relied on antigravity locomotion they didn't had enough resistance nor any place to truly held into. The result was that one of the two Eldar tanks ended violently toppling down, during their fall they desperately tried to maintain still and surely fueled by the shock they mistakenly shoot their main cannon, it sent a ball of pure distortion energy that landed on their own defense perimeter and inflicted heavy loses on their numbers and weapons batteries. This was the opportunity that the Orks needed and they all rushed into the recently created breach. They still continued dying by the thousands but they seemed to have the winning stake now, they were apparently neverending, even with all the sabotage that you had done to them on the Space Hulk their numbers were massive.

From time to time you noticed a sudden rumble and how the Tank halted or had to take a rough turn. Luckily for you the Eldar were divided into combating your Tank and holding the line and thus not all their power was directed into your detention. You looked outside and observed the Ultramarine jumping from your tank into the pilot's cabin of a sleek Eldar superheavy tank, he ripped the windows with his own hands and proceeded to butcher the gunner and pilot with his adamantium covered fists. Before returning he grabbed the controls for and directed the turret to another Tank that was dealing with the Orks, the Tactical Marine pressed some buttons and made the xenos turrets shoot at their own numbers, as a last trick he somehow managed to get the Tank moving and before jumping out of it made it drive towards the own Eldar to create as much mayhem and confusion as he could.

>>42961021
The Ultramarine continued holding the ground and keeping Eldar warriors at bay. He had no grenades, be barely had any Bolter rounds left but still he continued being the deadliest warrior so far, for his strongest weapon was his mind and his iron will.

Just when we were about to reach the Infinity Circuit we were meet by a couple of Wraith constructions that tried to block our way with their own bodies.

"Do it now!" You screamed at the gunner. He immediately activated the necessary runes and revealed a red flashy button from a hidden panel. Gladly he smashed it with its fist and started to notice how his chair and the rest of the turret started to spin as it was slowly gathering more and more energy.

From outside everybody saw awestruck the destruction of the Infinity Circuit, it was a genocide made art and the spectators were many, Orks, Grots, Eldar, Imperials, Astartes and Traitor Marines.

By the time the spin of the turret reached its maximum speed there was a massive light forming from the Plasma Blaster. When it was truly active the light extended and formed a titanic sized power sword that lacked a blade but was powered by a disruptive plasma field.

"Zog, dats beautiful..."

Was heard from the vox caster, it was the voice of the Warboss that had somehow, once again survived.

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>>42961037

The spinning blade cut the legs of the wraithguard and chopped them into pieces until they were little more than a small mound of charred wraithbone. The Tank moved and drove past them, turning their remnants into even smaller rests. As if it were a melta that pierces thru flesh the Infinity Circuit started being mutilated in pieces. It's construction seemed to be completely solid but after the first cut it fragmented easily and its complete destruction followed shortly after.

All the Eldar fell to their knees in despair, from the core of the Circuit a blinding light leaked and managed to infiltrate into the interior of our vehicle. We all became touched for its light for an instant and saw images of lives that we didn't live and alien emotions that we couldn't comprehend.

When the light escaped we all heard a psychic scream that reverberated across all the Craftworld and made it crackle entirely, still, it managed to continue operational and didn't ended breaking apart. The Infinity circuit lost all his glamour and light, it now looked like a massive chunk of coal.

Unable to fight anymore several Eldar surrendered to the Orks, in hopes of a quick death or a live of slavery. Few others, both Angels of Ecstasy and Jasdevi Eldar tried to run, their fates unknown.

The Orks run towards us and we readied for the worst, we were almost empty of promethium and we didn't had any other shoot left in our current Plasma Cell. To our surprise they grabbed the Ultramarine and raised it above their green and bulging arms as if he were a champion. We were their champions, the winners!

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>>42961056

A limpy and weakened Madloota walked towards us. He was damaged but was the winner, in a fight of him against the Eldar divinities he had ended the winner.

"Aight aight' I'm an Ork of mah word. Wuts yer desire? Ask fur whatever, riches, dakka, choppa, it ez yours!"

The captain opened the hatch of the Tank and glad fully left its hot interior.

"We want your strongest and most powerful Weirdboy!"

All the Orks looked surprised for such unusual desire and some of them mentioned something about "Stoopid 'umies", still the Warboss shrugged its mechanic shoulders and screamed at his personal Wyrdboy to come.

"Oi! Warpbrain! Come here ya git!"

It was an ork that was covered from head to toe in a copper armor and carried with itself a staff that had several strange symbols, totems and was apparently fused and with his body with some energy cables that were tied to his head and spine.

"Ye boss?"

"Go wiff da krazy humans and stop being so damm wyrd!"

"Can't do numbah 2 boss."

"WAAAAGH!!!" He kicked the psyker into the treads of our tank and left the tower for pillaging and looting. There was an entire Craftworld for him to explore after all.

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>>42961084

Shortly after the Weirdboy was heavily sedated and placed a teleportation lock onto his body.

"We have given the coordinates to the Inquisitor, there will be at reach in T minus three hours."

You looked at him somewhat confused.

"Will he come here with a voidship? To such an hostile area? The Orks might think that they are being attacked."

"Negative, a frigate containing a teleport homer will come and we will transport there. That's why we have placed a lock on the Ork."

The sudden worry of being abandoned assaulted you.

"What about me, why don't I have a lock?"

"You do, its in your collar. It served as a way of checking your status and also as a mean of teleport you all into such hostile area."

"I see..."

>Rest for the remaining time. You had enough adventure for a long time.
>Ask the Captain if you can explore, there might be some salvageable tech or even some survivor that could be taken as a prisoner to the Ordos Xenos.
>You have been the one who had the least action, having only fought and killed three Eldars or so. Take your weapons and explore the surrounding and close areas, kill Traitors, Eldars and Orks.
>Write in.

>>42961095
Run maintenance on the tank(it's earned it) use any remaining time to explore and find salvageable tech.

>>42961095
>>Write in.

Tank maintenance, also we're taking this tank with us right? Or is it too large to be teleported?

>>42961095
>>Rest for the remaining time. You had enough adventure for a long time.

I'm guessing they didn't bring a teleport homer big enough for the tank. If not, ensure that the orks can't loot it.

>>42961143
>we're taking this tank with us right?

Eh, there are more StormBlades on the Explorator ship. Still I am somewhat fond of it. You guys will be able to keep and teleport it. If teleport homers work for an entire Terminator Marine Squad it can work for a single Tank.

>>42961134
Supporting. For a priest of the AdMech, running maintenance is practically resting anyways. Also there are still a bunch of hostiles around. Better do it in an Imperial ship.

>>42961207

Well this tanks machine spirit has served commendably and deserves recognition

Holy shit Idk why but today I am inspired and all the answers are fucking walls of text.

>>42961095
>Run maintenance on the tank, see if it is possible to teleport and use the remaining time to hunt xenos and search for tech.

While everybody else rested, specially the Driver and the main Gunner who fell asleep shortly after our heroic victory, you started to check on the Tank and start the maintenance rituals to keep it in top shape and form. It had been pretty worn out during the last hours, its engine was completely burned out from the inside and most of the exhausts and fuel tubes had even melted to some degree. There were also at least a hundred of shurikens lodged on the armor, most weren't truly deep and could be carefully retired by hand but others were so sunken that required specialized tools to be extracted, there were also what seemed to be sword slashes all across the armor, they were similar to the one that the Eldar jetbike pilot had done on the chest of your powerarmor. Besides that and a few screws that were loose or missing the Tank was in a good condition and could continue serving the Omnissiah and humanity for centuries.

"Can we Teleport the Tank too?" You asked the Captain.

"Ask the Mechanic, I can only give the permit to do so but I am not sure if it is viable or not. In case it is you have to know that you have my green light. You and this tank have been somewhat rebellious and exhausting but still hard fighters and loyal to the spine. Combating with you has been an honor. I cannot deliver your pardon but you aren't a criminal to my eyes anymore. Thank you, Heracor."

>>42961805

You shook your hands with him.

"I do not think I got your name."

"Well, we weren't sure of your loyalty and we thought that you unknowing our faces or names was advantageous, while we knew all about you. I am Captain Valek Gasch, pleased to meet you."

He retired his helmet to reveal a face of saturnine features and a dark skin. His amber eyes were as piercing as his hellgun and he was completely devoid of hair on his head.

"Scions! Get in line, remove your helmets and formally present yourselves to our ally, Heracor Nahive."

They all quickly got in line, even the two who were sleeping and had to cease their rest. Obediently they removed their helmets and revealed faces that were pretty different among them, some where soft, others were rough, a few of them were pale while others were dark, varying hair and eye color and a minority of them were dotted with genetic quirks like freckles. One by one they all started presenting.

A man of dark bulbous eyes, dirty brown messy hair and pale visage gave you a proud and somewhat childish smile.

"Demolitioner Orleans present sire!"

The next one was a wiry and dark skinned woman whose eyes were as blue as pure plasma and seemed to burn with the same intensity and that was dotted with a surprisingly raspy voice and a constant smell of undistilled promethium.

"Mechanic Marzia at your service, boss~"

She winked at you and was answered with a hard glare by her superior.

"Driver here...name's Keyes."

The man who said it was still sleepy and yawning under his breath. It was a pretty regular looking person who had strange tanlines on his face, surely due to wearing a fireproof balaclava at almost all times as a precaution, the drivers were the ones who were in the bigger risk of dying from an internal vehicular fire after all.

"Field Medic Konichi. Do tell me, are you hurt somewhere?"

You gently rejected the almond eyed tall medic whose face and delicate features made her resemble a rodent of some sort.

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>>42961824

Finally, and by his own decision the Astartes got in the line and removed his helmet to reveal a face of hard features that had been hardened by centuries of war and experiencing unspeakable horrors. There were three service studs placed in his shaved head.

"What about you?" Said the Mechanic. "Won't you show us what's behind your helmet?"

"If you want." You shrugged and removed your helmet, revealing your metallic skull and many eyes behind. It was obvious that it wasn't what they were expecting but Marzia was by far the most horrified one.

During the next hour you worked with a somewhat downhearted Marzia into placing the necessary teleport Locks to make the Tank transport along with yourselves. Such a precious machine deserved to be saved. As you were doing it another pirate vox transmission blasted over the radio.

"I WILL KONVERT THIS INTO MY NEXT BASE, IT WILL BE THE KRUMPTWORLD!!"

Several ork cheers could be heard, both next to you and on the radio.

"Why don't we search for treasures or kill some orks? I feel weird having them so close and not trying to kill them." You said to the overall group, who was either resting or trying to pass time by smoking lho sticks.

>Take the tank with you. Its time to go big.
>Take part of the team with you, let the rest guarding the tank.
>Go alone. After your solitude time on the Hulk you might work better on your own.
>Write in.

>>42961839
>>Take part of the team with you, let the rest guarding the tank.

>>42961839
>>Take part of the team with you, let the rest guarding the tank.
Will most orks attack us at this point or are they somewhat friendly?

>>42962053
They are friendly the Ork way. They won't attack unless provoked, and for an ork pretty much anything could be considered a provocation.

>>42961839
>>Take part of the team with you, let the rest guarding the tank.

Fuckkkk just noticed it now. I forgot to add the name of the Astartes, he's called Dominus Septae.

>>42961839
>Take part of the team with you, let the rest guarding the tank.

"Captain Valek, why don't we hunt some greenskins? Having them so close is infuriating."

"Indeed...we have completed our mission successfully. We now have the duty of every human, this is kill any vile xeno if we have the chance to do so. As Tempestus Scions we should be an example of how the rest of the populace should combat and fight. Orleans and Konichi with me, do you want to come too Dominus?"

The Astartes stood and considered it for a second while looking at the still sedated ork. He only had his combat knife after all

"I will stay here and protect the subtraction objective. Emperor Bless you."

We communicated our mission to the rest of the team and ascended the rest of the tower to observe from a higher point and see if it hold anything valuable. There was a great spiral stair that ascended and seemed to be infinite and non euclidean in nature. Along the stairs there was a very delicate engraving that was decorated with precious metals and jewels and depicted some strange event that seemed to gravitate around a dark purple eye and a group of Eldar like giants who fought a horn filled newborn.

>>42962716

"To the warp with this stair! Bomb it and lets peek outside."

The demolitionist placed a explosive charge on the wall and we descended to escape its radius. Along with the wall part of the stairs disappeared too, making further ascending without any other mean impossible. We looked out and saw a great panoramic of most of the Craftworld, on the ground the green hordes looked like little more than ants, well, they seemed to be as intelligent as real ants after all.

After observing you all found an isolated group that could be eliminated without attracting the attention of the rest of the Orks and end escalating into an unwinnable war.

The group in question seemed to be a doctor of some kind and was operating an unwilling patient with the aid of some grots, it was too far away to see more details thought. Even if the warboss had attracted most of the Orks elsewhere and your status as winners made them leave you alone to some degree you were pretty sure that they would fight you if you bothered them enough, better to avoid them as much as possible.

To do so your ground and you entered into what seemed like some sewers, they might have been some hydroponic gardens or even some transportation canals too judging for how clean and full of plant life they were. Moving across those sewers was confusing as they all looked the same and the only available indications were written in Eldar runes.

>>42962739
Praying to the Emperor for not having mistakenly choosen the wrong exit you all ascended and reached what seemed like some museum of art. Ignoring the alien artpieces you all ascended as noticed that blood and body parts became more and more common the higher you went.

After reaching the rooftop you saw the ork chirurgeon that you had spotted before. It was operating an Eldar prisoner of war and pumping him or her with Ork blood and other strange fluids. Part of the Eldar's chest had mutated and became covered in what seemed like a flesh hued moss, a few fungus was growing out of its opened chest and among its guts.

Without noticing your presence the Ork proceeded to remove one of the Fungus, it was part of the Eldar and during the extraction it screamed in pain and bleed profusely. Once the fungus was out he ate it while moaning

"Dat's some good tasting pansyboy fungus! I am gunna capture more Eldar and turn them into a farm. I ez gonna be rich!"

The Grots threw themselves to the ground and fought for the few crumbs that fell from the Ork's mouth. The Eldar's keen senses made it be able to notice you even with its weakened state.

"Please, PLEASE KILL ME!!!"

"A pleasure..." muttered the Captain as the Ork turned around completely enraged.

Roll 1d100
>Fly into the air and descend on an arch with your magnetic boots and your powerblade ready.
>Take your Plasma gun/Plasma Pulse and shoot at the Ork
>Take your Arc and Phospex pistols and shoot at the Ork
>Write in.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>42962757
>Take your Plasma gun/Plasma Pulse and shoot at the Ork

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>42962757
>>Take your Plasma Pulse and shoot at the Ork.
I don't think we've used it in combat yet.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>42962757
>Take your Plasma gun/Plasma Pulse and shoot at the Ork
ew, just ew

Fucking captcha is being a jerk.

>>42962757
>Take your Plasma Pulse and shoot at the Ork

You get your sturdy and heavy weapon from your back and aim at the incoming greenskin. The other two get on one knee in front of you and aim their hellguns at the alien.

The ork doesn't doubts for a second and after grabbing one of its Grots he proceeds to launch it at you and your team. A mix of plasma and laser fire completely vaporize the puny orkoid. Its sacrifice was a diversion thought, from the ash and smoke of the killed Grot emerged the deranged ork with a bionic hand that was covered in bizarre and dangerous looking tools. He grabbed Orleans by the neck and readied to pump some more of the Ork blood and the other strange chemicals into his system with a great and rusty needle.

"Humie Fungus aint so good but it will haff to do!"

The Demolitioner couldn't fight against him on his own and after some struggling his face started becoming even more paler. The captain turned into the alien menace and aimed his hellgun into the head of the Ork but to his own surprise he became soon overpowered by a mob of grots that didn't seemed to mind having such a cruel tyrant and bid his orders with complete loyalty.

>>42963372
With a mental order you opened the private vox channel and secretly spoke to Orleans and Valek.

"Close your eyes!"

You placed your finger once again on the trigger and you shot the Ork in the arm that had the strange syringes and apparatus. The resultant light explosion and the spewing blood of the newly created amputated limb were enough to temporally blind the Grots, giving both the Captain and Orleans a chance to escape.

Since the Captain had been so close to the explosion of light he grabbed his Bolt Pistol and discharged his Bolter rounds at near point blank range to the Ork, who was a way slower and bigger objective: The demolitionist instead focused on the many confused Grots and killed them one by one with precise headshots.

In less than a second all the greenskins were dead.

>Investigate the Orks.
>Investigate the Eldar prisoner.
>Torture the Eldar into confessing where the technology is stored.
>Write in.

>>42963409
>>Investigate the Orks.
>Investigate the Eldar prisoner.

>>42963409
>>Investigate the Orks.
>>Investigate the Eldar prisoner.

>>42963409
>>Investigate the Eldar prisoner.

>>42963409
>Investigate the Orks.
>Investigate the Eldar prisoner.

You looked at the deceased Ork. Cause of death, loss of left arm and multiple sudden explosions in the chest. Overlooking the gore and guts you could discern that he seemed to be a doctor of some kind, you doubted that it had any kind of license thought. He was covered in dried blood and its sanitary methods seemed questionable at most, he had a collar of human hands, they that were fitted with latex gloves of medical use and seemed to be tied with a chirurgeon stitching thread but were still severed hands.

It had nothing of value on itself, and even then the ork was more valuable dead than alive.

The Eldar was naked and covered in a soft layer of moss that seemed to be organic and hair like in nature. As if they were tumors he had several fungus growing from his chest, there were of two kinds, ones who grew on the Eldar's chest and others who grew on its opened guts. The first one ended in what seemed to be oversized nipples and oddly enough their tops seemed to leak a milky substance from them, they were soft looking, the ones that were on his stomach were gory and red, fatter and smaller and looked as if they sweated blood, they were growing from its own internal organs and some of them had visible veins on them.

>>42964063

Not wanting to look more of it you used your plasma pulse to kill and turn him into a cloud of pink spores and blood.

"I hope you don't mind that I have conceded his wish, I swear I don't enjoy obeying orders from xenos."

"It's ok." Said the Captain. "He asked us to kill him which we, as humans are obliged to do!"

After our return we were inspected and checked by the Medic, only some small bites on the Captain and a few scratches on Orleans, I was unharmed.

When Jonichi was done it was time to return, it was finally time to go home.

When the activation started a strange whirl of wind surrounded us individually and soon came the sparks and particles. In an instant we all became deatomized and reconstructed elsewhere. A great blow of stale and oxidized smelling air hit you heavily, looking around you made you see several Aquilas and skulls, you were back into safety. The rest of the group was with you, they all got in line for another medical checkup, just in case.

There was a also techmarine in there. You didn't recognized it at first but then it hit you, it was the Astartes that taught you a little bit about Ork technology and prepared you for your mission before it started. He nodded in approbation and came towards you to remove your explosive collar.

"We thought you died, your heartbeat stopped and we didn't detect any manipulation attempt."

"I died...then my heart was restarted."

He grumbled for some seconds but then agreed.

"It is a mystery... but not even I am capable of understanding everything in this Galaxy, for my quest for Knowledge is eternal. I know of some machines that are dead and have came back to life without any apparent repair, I guess the same happened to you."

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>>42964109

After the collar removal and checkup you were separated from the Stormtroopers and placed into a small Mechanicus chapel for a private briefing, you had to inform the rest of the members of the mechanicus what had you seen after all.

You told them your story and censored some parts, like you having a wraithbone rib or two. You did admit being helped by Esciallan the Eldar and becoming allies of convenience. The Techpriests and Techmarines didn't seemed to like how your story was turning but when you told them how you killed him they all nodded in approbation.

They all then gathered in private and left you alone, again alone.

When they were back you were guided into a steam cleaning station and became properly sanitized, after that you were given a new robe, it way more elegant and sophisticated that what you usually wore, its significance was revealed shortly after. You were taken into a gear shaped chamber, in each dent lied one Magii, in the Center the Arch-magos, which then proceeded to speak.

"Heracor Nahive, the escapee from Telematha, the protegee of Karelia and the winner of the Death Races...we have judged you and pardoned your crimes. In fact after a lot of debating we have decided that you are both ready and worthy. We wish to accept into the Magedom...from now on you will be Magos Errant Heracor!"

>>42964133
A promotion. Nice.

Alright, I will end it for today. As usual 30 minutes for questions and whatever you wish.

>Here is in the archives. Vote if you liked it!:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=NHQ69


I have also started turning this quest into a novel. If you want the first pages I can upload them into a pastebin or something. Just ask.

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>>42964232
Thanks for running Ax! I really like how today's quest turned out.

>>42964232
So do you have an editor? I think you'll need one to take care of grammatical errors and inconsistencies (ex: Karelia demanding to know how we know about her daughter's broken spine when she removed the memory).

>>42964320
My gf's is gonna be my editor. About the errors and such. I know I make loads of them and I am sorry, english isn't my first language and somethings It is hard or confusing for me, like when the anon told me that "shots" and "shoots" were different. About the inconsistencies you need to consider that most of this only follows a loose script or is completely improvised, I try to keep everything as correct as possible, still, I am human, I sometimes forget things, I am not sorry about that.

>>42964423
That's cool. Good luck.

>>42964312
Thanks for playing anon! You are a constant follower and thats fucking awesome, thank you man!

>>42964493

Thank you for running man, sorry I am not able to participate more but I try to play while at work so it's off and on, keep up the good work