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>Know that you know where they are you can explore around.

Since your arrival in your homeworld, Telematha, several strange things had happened. You have discovered that there is a cult around your persona and you have been guided into a strange Mansion. The moment you entered you found it completely empty but after walking for a little bit you managed to find some people. Several group of Magii stood inside a hall discussing and minding their own business in front of a fireplace that seemed to be fueled by brimstone and magnesium and was full of fires that illuminated with different shades of pink, orange and yellow.

Slowly you backed and tried to be as silent as possible, there were still many mysteries that you had to uncover and dealing with those people might be a waste of time. After leaving that place you reached what seemed to be the set of stairs that linked all the floors of the building. There were only a couple of floors upwards but it apparently descended for several ones. Not very far away there was a small sign with the indication of what was located in each floor:

+Floor 3: Satellite dishes and Antennas
+Floor 2: Servers and Comm Stations
+Floor 1: Habitaculums
+Floor 0: Entrance & Common grounds
+Floor -1: Techpriest Schola
+Floor -2: Techpriest Schola
+Floor -3: Magos Universitas
+Floor -4: Warehouses
+Floor -5: Warehouses
+Floor -6: Warehouses
+Floor -7: Forges
+Floor -8: Forges
+Floor -9: C͘͏h͜͞r̸͘͞o̷̡̨n̷̸͜͡o͜͡r̴̷̴͜g̶̨̨̛͡a̢͝n͟҉̀͡i͠҉c̡͘͜͞ ̵̛̀͜Ơ̶̴̡͠x͜͞҉̴̛ý̷̨͝ḑ͜i̸̶̧͝͡z̷̛͢ę̵҉͟͠ŗ̴̕͘

Judging by how the floors were distributed it looked as if the place you were at was an Academy of some sort in which both Techpriests and Magos are taught. Oddly enough it looked as if the last basement floor had been tried to be erased.

Where should you go?
>Write in your floor.
>Return to the Hall with the Magii
>Write in.

>>43671775
>Floor -8: Forges
Hi Ax. How are you today?

>>43671828
>Hi Ax. How are you today?
Pretty good. How about you friendly anon?

>>43671887
All is well. I have nothing to complain about today.

>>43671775
Floor 9

Knock Knock

>>43671775
>Floor -8: Forges

Not wanting to waste any time you simply decide to descend into the deepest pits with your wings acting as a wind deterrent and making your heavy fall into a gliding descend. Floor after floor you descend while making small circles as if you were an spinning projectile that is lethal yet full of grace. Right before you reach your destination you make a quick ascent and get on vertical position once again.

You look down and to your surprise the last floor seems to be completely sealed, they might not have made a great work at covering it but whoever wanted to keep what was on the other side made a great work. There were several tubes that connected the sealed doors that reached into the interior of the minus ninth floor and some of them dripped a strange and chemical looking orange substance that turned gaseous once it touched the floor. Whatever lied on the other side was surely hazardous to life, you better lie on the Forges.

The ones of the minus eight floor appear to be for Magii use while the ones in the seventh are for the regular techpriests. Once you enter inside you see several books, scrolls, holoscreens and all kinds of machinery and toys that rest on the crafting tables and whose machine spirits are impatiently awaiting to be picked and used again.

Still, those Forges seem to be for learning use and thus they are pretty limited and basic in comparison with the many exotic tools that you have seen so far. By looking at the books you see that there are several projects that the students are doing, both personal and academic. Your options here are pretty limited:

>Maintain your equipment.
>Try to calibrate it and slightly improve the power of your devices.
>Contact your warriors and try to see their status.
>Go somewhere else.
>Write in.

>>43672046
>Maintain your equipment.

>>43672046
>Maintain your equipment.

There is some disparity between your gear, some is pristine and has never been used, like your lascannon, while other weapons have been in front of many foes and have launched its deadly blows towards them, smiting many along the way.

For about an hour you work with your equipment, properly honoring its machine spirits and keeping care of their bodies by attuning all that could be loose or mistreated, be it a loose screw or an element that wasn't properly coated with sacred oil.

It is when you are most focused that a strange servitor pokes your back. You turn in and see a man whose head has been separated from its trunk but maintained by a servoarm and a set of tubes, on its sides it had other two heads and they all were connected to a spherical chassis that was transparent in some parts and whose visible interior showed that the chests of those three people had been stored inside and kept alive by dunking them in bio-gel. To that chassis there was also three dendrite like servoarms, one ended in a flamer, the other in a chainblade and the last one simply had a utility hand. In the base of that chassis there was a grav-engine that had some kind of exhaust that ended in a cerulean flame.

>>43672371

"The Forges are closed at this hour. If you are a student identify yourself so we can properly punish and register your crime in your file."

Its voice was pretty irritating to hear. The tree heads spoke at the same time yet only one looked at you. One head was from a dark skinned man that seemed to be on his early teen years when he was servitorized, the other is from a mature woman whose pale visage almost seems to irradiate light on its own and the last head is so old that only its skull remains.

"I am Heracor Nahive, I am no student."

The Servitor seemed to have trouble to process that information. Your simple answer gave him two queries to analyze, one was if you were in the list and if you weren't indeed a student. You tried to move away after the first minute that he spent proccessing and spewing smoke from its back but somehow the CPU of the servitor managed to use some of its clock cycles to order its chainblade to spin as a way of warning you to not move. That creature had no chance against you but you were a guest, more or less.

>Wait until it ends its processing and verifies that you aren't a student.
>Attack it.
>Use your wings to move away from it.
>Write in.

>>43672387
>Wait until it ends its processing and verifies that you aren't a student.

>>43672387
>>Wait until it ends its processing and verifies that you aren't a student.
> talk to our troops wirelessly in the interim

>>43672387
>Wait until it ends its processing and verifies that you aren't a student.

>>43672387

>Wait until it ends its processing and verifies that you aren't a student.

Nice, caught a live one.

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>>43672387
>Wait until it ends its processing and verifies that you aren't a student.
> talk to our troops wirelessly in the interim.

With a sigh you wait and wait and decide to contact with your team in the meanwhile. The first one you contacted was Campiní Secondo the general that trained all the voidsmen and pilots in your frigate and a person that seemingly could pilot anything that hovered or crossed the sky.

"Campiní, do you hear me?"

The sound of static answered back and then it started to get filtered, still there was some background noise, the noise of whirling winds and a potent engine.

"Roger roger, I'm flying across the tunnels and vents, this place is a warpdammed labyrinth. Artificial sewers interconnect with natural caverns, there are several energy generators sprawled and also slums and ghettos that expand as if they were an infection. The tunnels are wide enough for me to cross them on the Hover-bike that I have gotten, if there is an enemy we will have to get sure to be able to have constant visual contact or otherwise we might lost it at any moment."

"Good job, keep going."

You preferred not to know where did she had got such vehicle as it was obviously not from your ship's garage. After her came Walthari Wynnstone, the puppet master that constantly had a swarm of servoskulls following him and always traveled next to several servitors, oddly enough it was hard to differentiate between them and him.

"Walthari, report of your situation."

"The forges are correct, we don't see anything strange or out of place."

His squat answer was the best you could get out of him, he had surely gotten into the fabricatoriums and forges due to him fitting pretty well among the rest of the workers, or that was what you thought. You should show him the strange servitor that is now making you wait, they would surely get along.

>>43672777

"Georgius, do you catch me?"

"AYE AYE! I AM HEARING TOWARDS SOME MEETING THAT WILL DISCUSS ABOUT THE LUMINANGELUS, LET'S SEE WHAT DO THEY BELIEVE!"

Georgius was a man that believed that you were the Luminangelus, a soul touched by the Omnissiah, the moment you told him the truth he seemed to be both angered and sorrowful. Knowing his hot temperament he might even tell all those cultist the truth...you better talk with him in private in the future and settle things, either with diplomacy or with fists, your fight needs a rematch after all.

And finally, you spoke with Nathaniella, the lioness that fought you fiercely and whose combat created a schism among your techpriests and Skitarii you were responsible for and that she ended solving by taking your place as the combat trainer.

"Nathaniella, status report."

"I am on the streets, gathering notes and always moving so I don't become suspicious. Nothing so far on the Benefactors, sorry boss and...you can call me Nat."

As you were about to say goodbye the three headed servitor spoke.

"Affirmations confirmed! My masters are awaiting you sir, madam or indeterminate. Please go to the main hall to meet them. They are growing impatient."

You looked again at the connection status of Nathaniella but she was now offline, you couldn't tell her good job and good bye.

>Ask the Servitor about its Masters.
>Ask the Servitor about itself.
>Ask the Servitor about what do the Masters want.
>Write in.

>>43672790

>Ask the Servitor about its Masters

Maybe ask how many there are too.

>>43672790
>Ask the Servitor about its Masters.

>>43672790
>Ask the Servitor about its Masters.

"Tell me about your masters first, who are they and what do they want from me."

Once again it needed some time to process your question. It was surprisingly exasperating how slow this servitor could be having in count that it had three brains that acted as cogitators. Luckily for you in this occasion it only needed two minutes,

"My masters are the Magii Coven, the best Magos that this Academy has formed, even if they now work on other planets or ships they still owe allegiance to this center and thus they meet when the occasion requires it to discuss topics of great importance.

"How many of them are there?"

After another two minutes the answer came to you.

"Due to different motives not all the members of the Coven can meet during their reunions, there are motives of greater importance that might make some of these Magos not be able to summon themselves. Great Wars, Pilgrimages and the Hunt of Relics or STC are the most common reasons for members to not appear, in some other occasions there are private reunions in which only the invited members can come. My authorization isn't big enough to know the nature of this reunion so I cannot say if it is open or private. There are twenty Magii reunited in the Hall."

Not wanting to make them wait more you decided to end your maintenance as fastest and best as you could and then fly upwards. The Servitor tried to follow you but its design and engines didn't let it advance as fast as you and thus in less than twenty seconds it was already way behind you.

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>>43673287

Once you reached the Hall's door you knocked it a couple of times and entered slowly.

"The Magii Coven I suppose..." To continue with your facade you decided to act as if you already knew about them and your arrival was something completely expected, still, the presence of two people shocked you completely.

In one side of the fireplace stood a stocky muscular man whose entire body was covered in a suit of synthmuscle that seemed to be both made from flesh but looked as hard as diamond. Its skin seemed to be coated in Ruby and from each corner of his chiseled body several sparks of glowing light appeared. Next to her stood a very tall woman whose ninth percent of her body had been exchanged with mechanic counterparts, every part of her seemed to have been crafted to perfection to suit her. Those were the two persons that turned you into the Monster that you were, ArchMagos Biologis Axsiselios and Archmagos Artisan Hellenica.

It was the man in red armorflesh the one that opened your cranium, removed all your flesh from your skull and inserted the chip into your brain while she was the architect that created such monstrous device. You tried to act calm but still your hands turned shaky.

There were some other Magii too, people who was either eccentric even for your standards or otherwise unremarkable but you weren't able to get much about how they looked, your eyes were completely locked on those two.

>Attack them
>Play it cool and ask the Coven what do they want
>Activate your pariah side, those two might remember what they did to you and might expect a soulless person, not one driven by fear and emotions.
>Write in.

>>43673320
>Play it cool and ask the Coven what do they want

>>43673320
>Play it cool and ask the Coven what do they want

>>43673320
>Play it cool and ask the Coven what do they want

Making a great amount of self control you managed to look away and focus on the other Magos while trying to look unaware from their presence.

"You have finally come. Our Butler has surely got lost on the lower corridors of course..."

Shortly after that came the Servitor and entered inside.

"Magos Errant Heracor Nahive has arrived my masters."

"We can see that now get the fuck out of there." Roughly said Axsiselios, making uncomfortable everybody but the servitor, whose feelings seemed to be completely neutered, after that came an awkward silence as the floating servitor left the room.

"Why have I been summoned to this academy?" You asked afterwards.

"Well, panem et circenses. We want to show everybody our local hero. We know that you are a fierce warrior and your sole figure makes that clear but still there are several infidels that don't truly think of you as greatly as we do. We are offering you to fight against some Chrono-Gladiators and other adversaries to prove your value and become part of our Coven. Once inside you will have access to a knowledge not available to anybody else, this is a lifetime opportunity..."

Accepting would be a great way of getting the information that I need but on the other side it would be getting on the wolf's mouth, with Axsiselios and Hellenica so close getting caught is a great possibility...

>Accept
>Decline investigate on your own.
>Ask what kind of Knowledge.
>Write in.

>>43673582
>>Ask what kind of Knowledge.

>>43673582
>Ask what kind of Knowledge.

>>43673582

>Ask what kind of Knowledge

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>>43673582
>Ask what kind of Knowledge.

"What kind of Knowledge are we talking about?" You ask looking at them all

"Each one of us has four levels of priorities to the discoveries that we make." Answered a decrepit looking man.

"Level four is completely Public, our discovery is harmless enough to share it with the Imperium and anybody outside of the Adeptus Mechanicus, this applies to objects like for example toasters and anything that is safe enough for even them to use. Level three is Private, in this level our discovery is only for the Mechanicus, it might descend to level four once humanity has advanced enough but on ten thousand years there hasn't never been a case of that happening, in level is for objects like low level weapons, for example a plasma weapon. Level two is Coven, in this level only members of the Coven can access and study them, since our coven reaches several systems in this category there are devices of all kinds, some of them really powerful. Level one is Purgatus, in this level only you can know their contents, the only exception to this rule are the Archmagos Axsiselios and Hellenica present here, since they are married they can share their Purgatus discoveries, once one of us dies all his Purgatus discoveries become Coven level."

>>43673841

A fat Magos that was covered in several robes and looked as if he hailed from an Ice world grabbed your arm and started analyzing it.

"I bet there are several things inside of you that you haven't told anybody about. Everybody keeps secrets Heracor. Your discoveries could greatly benefit the Mechanicus..."

"If that doesn't convinces you enough." Continued Speaking a morbidly obese woman. "You should know that we also share forges, if you join my personal forge in the planet Galan VII will be at your disposal. We sometimes also decide to create common projects that we all work in. For example right now we are working with the Chronorganic Oxydizer."

"What is that?" You asked.

The Magii looked at the woman with some hate on their eyes because of her slip. Still, she didn't had revealed much.

"Join us and you'll know." Ended saying Axsiselios, as rough as the other time.

>Accept.
>Decline.
>Write in.

>>43673859
>Accept.
Well, if they're so eager to provide us with this chance to infiltrate their ranks, who are we to say no?
All the better for discovering all their crimes for the Inquisition to judge methinks

>>43673859
>Accept.

>>43673901

Solid reasoning, I vote accept as well. Honestly though it seems almost too easy so far. You'd think they would be more careful with an experiment like him.

>>43673960
Well, they did say we need to beat up their latest experiments to gain entry. Who knows how tough they are and what their agenda in making us fight them is. Could easily be a ploy to see what abilities we have, perhaps with a push to make the fight challenging enough that we need to unveil our chip induced powers.

>>43673859
>Accept

You lend your hand to shake their hands, be them organic, bionic or completely nonhuman looking yet, nobody did so.

"I...I accept."

"Yes, but we haven't accepted you yet. We told you there was a fire trial remember? A way of both proving us what you are able of and also keeping the low classes happy and quiet."

Slowly you moved your hand back and noticed that it was still shaking.

"When and where?" You firmly said, wanting to act stoic and though.

"This midnight in the arena, it isn't very far away from here. You are free to stay here but you cannot share space with us, for the things that we will discuss are private. Feel free to return to whoever you want, the butler will guide you."

After that you didn't had any chance but to leave. It was Ten post meridian, the Telemathan day lasts 26 hours. There were about six hours left.

>Go to one of the Habitaculums in the first floor and sleep during that time. [ Timeskip ]
>Visit the rest of the floors.
>Visit the city of Aquacadens.
>Meet your generals somewhere in the city.
>Write in.

>>43674108
>Meet your generals somewhere in the city.
Give em a quick overview of the development

think of a way to find out about these chrono gladiators. preferable by discreet hacking that leaves no traces

>>43674108
>Meet your generals somewhere in the city.

knowledge is power. don't go in blind. there is a big big chance that they recognized us and that this is a trap

>>43674177
You guys could have directly asked, that's what the write in options are for.

http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Chrono-gladiator

>>43674108
>Meet your generals somewhere in the city.

>>43674157
I know Heracor is a hacker on steroids.
Unfortunately, steroids bear no beneficial effects on hacking skills.

>>43674215
So, they are not a special breed of chrono-gladiators ? For example, from the same experiment that made Heracor.

>>43674239
>I know Heracor is a hacker on steroids.
>Unfortunately, steroids bear no beneficial effects on hacking skills.
I'm not sure what you're trying to say

>>43674248
We already know he lost some technical skills after years of battling. Let's leave the hacking task to some more specialized underling.

>>43674239
how commen is knowledge of chrono gladiators. if its know to the lower classes then we can easily find more about them
- tips to fighting chrono gladiators: mess with the clock and set it to zero so they self destruct.


there might also be other surprise enemies... so hacking....

>>43674239
>So, they are not a special breed of chrono-gladiators ?
Not everything has to be special. Pit fighters don't need to be very snowflakey.

>For example, from the same experiment that made Heracor.
Not so much of a secret if there are a bunch of them around is it? Besides the experiment needed the span of years to kick in. Most of those Gladiators will surely live a bunch of days at most, it just isn't worth it.

>>43674286
But I'm not proposing to engage in hacking in any shape or form?
I'm just saying that after telling our generals we came here to wreck shit we should probably let them know we'll be delayed whilst we infiltrate them

>>43674322
It was meant to
>>43674202

meant
>>43674177

>>43674377
Well that makes a great deal more sense now, thank you

can someone remind me again, what does the corrupted logic inducer chip do again? I know it has something to do with making us a psyker, but how does being a pariah go into. this

>>43674286
then it is time to regain those skills. we are a magos. it is our job to know everything about technology. not saying that every magos know about every area of tech, but we should. and yes it is absolutely possible. I mean there are chips to increase int and memory

are there any artist hear. I would like to see heracor

>>43674465
>>43674108
>Write in.
>Download more RAM

>>43674440
>can someone remind me again, what does the corrupted logic inducer chip do again? I know it has something to do with making us a psyker, but how does being a pariah go into. this

There is something called the Cerebrum Synapses. Basically are electric connections between the different parts of the brain that control our emotions.

The Imperium knows about them but they cannot quite understand how they work. The only thing they have discovered so far is that they affect someone's personality, for example having a lot of Cerebrum Synapses in the part of the brain that controls our rage will make us into a person more prone to violent outbursts.

The number of Synapses that someone has in the brain can also determine if they are a Pariah, a regular person or a Psyker. Pariahs don't have synapses or have very few ( a normal person who has been stripped of his Synapses is brain dead, but how do those stay alive is a mystery ), whereas a Psyker has thousands of Synapses and its brain scan pretty much looks like a ball of light. These synapses are pretty much what we can call soul.

>>43674577

Heracor was created as a pariah. The moment his chip was activated he had a sudden outburst of emotions and decided to sworn revenge on his creators. After that the chip became calm and he became way more apathetic. Slowly, with the pass of time and the situations and friends that he had done he managed to grow new cerebrum synapses, effectively turning into a regular person. This made him become more accepted by Inquisitress Karelia, who was a powerful psyker and couldn't barely stand him before. When Heracor fought Karelia he had some kind of overdose of sensations and his chip went full overclock for some instants, effectively turning him into a psyker. This didn't lasted long though, and just when Karelia was close to us we returned to be full pariahs, the chip needed a restart.

After that another Inquisitor studied him and over the course of several years discovered what the fuck happened. Right now Heracor has a switch that lets him change from normal to pariah, but it leaves him very mentally stressed and can be dangerous to use it more than once a day. Any other question?

>>43674597
yeah does the imperium not know about neurons cuz that is what synapses connect.

and the synapses that are created by the chip, are you saying they can be turned off by turning off the chip.

and doesn't the fluff say that one of the differences between psyker brains and normal people brains is that they have a special part that can access the empherean.

and in the fluff pariahs aren't really emeotion dead, I think they can experience emotions. there anti warp abilities has no direct effect on their emothing

>>43674762
*emotional health

>>43674108
>Meet your generals somewhere in the city.

You fly towards the roof of the building and exit by using a window and a nearby stair that took you to a series of satellite dishes and other antennas. Since most if not all of the cities in this country are built underground using the air as a medium to transport electromagnetic waves can become somewhat problematic, the solution was to cover all the roofs with several receptors and amplifiers and also turn some of the biggest natural stalactites into comm centers by turning them hollow and getting a bunch of data drones inside.

All around you the cracking energy of the electric shield continues illuminating the darkness with its dangerous yet beauty light. On the other side you can see several deceased bodies, slaves from the fabricatoriums that saw you as the living embodiment of their wishes and suffering and believed that you were there to take them to a better place. Several of the most famished slaves were crying as they dragged bodies, maybe they were family or friends, maybe they cried in happiness because it would be the first time in years that they would eat meat. Along with them there were the vultures, Tech-priest students that didn't made the cut yet weren't bad enough to be turned into servitors, they were bullying the slaves into searching the more fit bodies for pieces to be turned into spare servitor parts, they were specially looking for brains that hadn't been damaged in the revolts that happened after you entered in the Academy and left them behind. Sadly for those Vultures most of those slaves had been killed by the Sydonian Dragons by either using their Taser Lances or the long feet of their Ironstrider Engines and thus most of those brains were either squashed or had been electrified to the point of suffering severe burns.

>>43675055

Using a datajack you connected to a satellite dish and sent a message to your men. You asked them where would be a great place to meet. The first one to answer was Campiní that was still scouring the skies with her stolen vehicle and was the best suited one to find a private place to rendezvous. At the end you all decided to meet in what looked like and abandoned hab-block that had been destroyed after a earthquake dropped a massive stalactite onto its roof and killed hundreds. You started to fly and noticed once again how an aperture opened in the bubble to let you cross it.

The aforementioned building wasn't very far away, you were the first one to reach and noticed that even if the disaster had seemingly happened several years ago nothing had been done so far to solve or repair it. There were still several deceased bodies lying around and whose skins were now covered by layers of spider webs and gossamer. The air was foul and the dust particles were so thick that it was hard to breathe, still the worst of all was how the smell of dry blood still continued after so many years.

One by one they all started coming and after only thirty minutes the four were next to you.

"Lovely place, once you forget that you are several feet underground." Said Campiní as she rested next to a transport vehicle that was apparently violently stolen.

"It has some good things...this is my home and there are parts of it that I really missed."

>>43675074

You pointed upwards at the ceiling. The water drops mixed with salt and crystallized creating small rocks that were able to catch the sunlight with cracks that communicated with the surface and stored it for several hours, even after it was night up above. Looking from below it seemed as it it were a celestial vault that was filled with stars.

"Do you know that we have two different sets of zodiacs, one based on the true stars that illuminate the skies and the second one on the salt stars that glow on the darkness. If I remember correctly my symbol for above is the Skull and down there is the Lightbulb. The zodiac from above depends on the month you are born at, the second one depends on the salt lights that are illuminated during your birth..."

You sighed and relaxed your shoulders. It had been a very long time since you had been there and you were pretty nostalgic, the fact of having a mission to do was being pretty stressing but there wasn't going back now. After your speech you felt somewhat embarrassed of having had such personal moment with them and then simply tried to return to your leader persona and told them what you had discovered.

>>43675090

"There is some kind of Magii Coven in the Academy that is covered by a electric bubble shield. They are willing to let me have access to their information if I fight some Chrono-Gladiators. I hope there isn't any more trials after that...anyway, the persons that created and installed the chip on me are part of the Coven, they are even married. If I get in we will make a great advance towards our objective."

"Chrono-Gladiators?" Asked Georgius. "Those are some thought fellas. You better be careful."

"I know what a gladiator is, what makes these more dangerous?"

"They have a bomb rigged inside of them, each kill extends their life, every second they don't expend killing their time runs closer. Fear of death and instinct to live are a weapon that the Mechanicus might not be able to construct but certainly knows how to use. It doesn't helps that they are also full of weapons. They...they don't kill to live, they live to kill." His voice turned shaky and he placed his hand on your shoulder, he was certainly worried about you, they all were, even the odd Walthari, that did something that loosely resembled an expression of saddening.

>Ask them what have they discovered
>Ask them hints and tactics to defeat the Chrono-Gladiators
>Ask Campiní to quickly take you to the Academy and rest
>Write in.

>>43675106
>>Ask them what have they discovered

>>43675106
>>Ask them what have they discovered
>>Ask them hints and tactics to defeat the Chrono-Gladiators

>>43675106
>>Ask them what have they discovered
>>Ask them hints and tactics to defeat the Chrono-Gladiators

Gonna take a small rest to eat some dinner now. See you guys in 15 minutes or so.

>>43674762
>yeah does the imperium not know about neurons

Those are not neurons. If I recall correctly neurons transmit information in the form of electric pulses. These transmit emotions. They might be something that humanity with current science hasn't discovered, they might by sci-fi mumbo jumbo that I have shat to make it have a minimum of sense, guess which is the correct one?

>and the synapses that are created by the chip, are you saying they can be turned off by turning off the chip.

The chip has been repurposed. He can turn off the chip and he will turn to his original Pariah self. When he reactivates it it will return to his normal self. If he spends a lot of time as a Pariah ( Days or so ) then the chip will have to start over and will need years to recreate the lost synapses.

>and doesn't the fluff say that one of the differences between psyker brains and normal people brains is that they have a special part that can access the empherean.
And how do they access the warp? Synapses that act as a catalyst. Booyah

>and in the fluff pariahs aren't really emeotion dead, I think they can experience emotions. there anti warp abilities has no direct effect on their emothing
That's why I said that Pariahs can have no Synapses or very few ones. Some are as emotionless as a garbage can while others might have emotions on their own.

god I hope it doesn't turn out that we are the offspring of those two magos. can she even have children. can they even have sex

>>43675553
inb4 "Heracor, I, AM your genetical father"

>>43675553
>>43675622
I would find this unduly amusing, not gonna lie.

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>>43675106
>Ask them what have they discovered

"What have your investigations unveiled?"

The entire group looked at each other, seemingly worried about how would you react.

"Not much boss, we have only been out for a couple of hours. we are warriors, not spies. It's going to take some time."

You nodded in agreedment, maybe you are just way too pushy now that you are back in Telematha. You have awaited decades for your vengeance and now that it was so close you felt as if every second was an eternity, still, there was something before killing those two. You had first to unveil why and how did they create the Anima Chips.

"Well, go on. You all are free to use the Space Elevator and return to the frigate to spend the night or use some hotel, I'll pay the expenses."

>Ask them hints and tactics to defeat the Chrono-Gladiators

"How should I fight those Gladiators? I mean, I have surely fought stronger enemies but now that I am so close to ending this...I am pretty afraid."

"You will face men and women who were dangerous even before turning into pit fighters. The more they kill the stronger they become, this, usually also dampens their mental state thought. They usually use direct attacks and will kill their allies if they are weakened enough, a death is a death after all. All counts to extend their lives." Said Georgius.

"Seems logic..." Continued Nathaniella. "See if weakening one and waiting until other gladiator comes to steal your kill, only to have both utterly destroyed at your hands!" She seemed to be pretty happy, surely there would be several of your Skitarius attending the fight you would partake in.

"Try...Try shooting their servos on their shoulders, knees and elbows." Shyly said the servitor expert Walthari. "Their weapons are surely way too heavy for them to raise on their own, without the servos they won't be only unable to fight with them but also be slowed down by the newly added weight."

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>>43676153
"You also have aerial advantage, try to disorient them by flying in erratic patterns and strike like a meteor when they are confused." Added Campiní.

You thanked their help and headed into the Academy, there were only a couple of hours until the combat time.

After your arrival you went to the dinning hall of the Academy and ate plenty of foodpills and starch. Tasteless but carried within the necessary nutrients and vitamins.

Then you took a quick shower and gave a maintenance look at your many weapons. You were a weapon itself, a walking tank, an angel of death.

When the time came you were one again poked by the Servitor butler.

"It is time sire."

You were then guided to a transport that was apparently a re-purposed truck, surely normal civilian vehicles couldn't hold your new acquired size. It wasn't much more until you reached the arena, it was filled to the tops with all kinds of techpriests and lowly slaves that were risking their lives by hazardously climbing the walls and daring to enter without a pass. Apparently the truck had been sealed and turned soundproof because the instant you left its interior a blast of ecstatic screams mixed with religious chants and the pronunciation of your name impacted you as if it were a solid blast. Several servitors and servo-skulls opened a way among the crow by using their taser weapons or closed fists. After you entered the doors sealed behind you...it was time to fight.

>EVERYBODY ROLL 1d100!

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>43676176

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>43676176

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>43676176

>>43676270 * >>43676274 = >>43676255
I can math!

Rolled 57 (1d100)

I'll do the last roll.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>43676294
>>43676274
>>43676270
>>43676255

Well this isn't looking too good.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>43676445
Finally another multiple of 13.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>43676176

Right as the doors closed a great dome of lights illuminated the entire arena, a second after that the entire ground rumbled and several holes opened, devouring some mutilated bodies that were close. From those same holes emerged the gladiators that you would have to fight.

You didn't knew if it all an all versus you or a complete deathmatch but it didn't mattered much, only you would survive this bloodbath.

The first person that approached you was an albino woman, she was completely naked and had several needles and injectors on her body that were pumping strange narcotics on her bloodstream. She was so pale that even under her skin the differently colored chemicals could be seen, making her look like a bizarre living canvas that had been painted by a child. From the elbow below her hands became bionic limbs that ended in incredibly long claws that cracked with energy and revealed that they were power weapons, her feet had also be substituted and exchanged for a version that forced her to move on some heel like claws that were incredibly sharp. She smiled at you and revealed a set of teeth that had been sharpened and completely turned into fangs, then she showed her last weapon and after opening her mouth she started to violent spasm and gurgle as she started to vomit a series of electroflails that were somehow able to be stored inside her stomach without destroying her. With a smile all her weapons glowed way harder, she had activated them all.

>Try to focus on the other combatants.
>Select a weapon and shoot her [ Write in the weapon ]
>Try to fight her on melee, your two power weapons shouldl be able to stop her attacks.
>Write in.

>Select a weapon and shoot her [ Write in the weapon ]

back up first, aim for the joints

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>43676604
>Rush her and punch her head off with your bare fists.
The electoos should take the brunt of any power weapon attacks, our fuckoff huge strength should decapitate her nicely or at least render her very disorientated all of a sudden, and charging like this is probably not what she is expecting from someone who isn't a chrono-gladiator.

It will also look fucking epic in front of everyone if the first thing we do when presented with such a monstrous foe is to rush them barefisted.

>>43676604
>Fly up and use our pistols to savage her joints.

>>43676671
>http://pastebin.com/upns6BiR
plasma rifle

>>43676679
Yeah this, let's start this off with a bang

Rolled 36 (1d100)

Alright, punching her head wins by a vote.

Everybody roll 1d100. With 65 or more is a success, the higher the roll the better. I'll roll too inb4 nat 100

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>43676895
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>43676874

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>43676874

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Very well, best roll is 85, expect something very gory...in the next thread. I'll end it for today! As usual 30 minutes for questions and such before I go to bed.

>It is archived in there:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=NHQ80

>>43676999
>expect something very gory
Bueno

Oh btw. Nobody seems to have noticed that the servitor butler was supposed to look like a Mr.Handy from Fallout:

It had 3 heads, a spherical body that hovered and three arms.

>>43677066
That's cause /tg/ hasn't approved F4 yet

>>43677523
Mr.Handy's have been a thing since the first Fallout. And about /tg/ not approving it, neither do I mostly because my shit ass laptop cant run it and that leaves me butthurt because I need to stick with FNV while most of my friends are playing the shit out of it

Very well, good night everybody, next thread probably this wednesday, we'll see. Cheers.

>>43677755
...Night Axsisel then and avoid spoilers!