In front of you lied your dead mother. It was one of your two genetic makers but to you it didn’t felt like a motherly figure at all. She spawned you with a man that she despised with the sole purpose of experimentation under the orders of an alien being. Everything that she was and represented felt repulsive to you.

With a pulsating hatred that made your hands tremble you grabbed her heavy Hypherphase Warscythe and softly studied it. The long and pristine blade glowed with an iridescent green glow that distorted the air around it, on the handle several alien xenoglyphs appeared, their meaning or message lost in translation to you but that didn’t mattered much, be it a warning or a beautiful poem you didn’t wanted to read it at all. This weapon was part of herself and it is therefore as revolting as she is. The next action was something that you truly wanted to do and for this your hands didn’t trembled in the minimum, with a quick stabbing movement you pushed the scythe into the already dead body of your mother, the Archmagus Hellenica. The blade easily carved deep into her body and the rubble behind her, once she was completely impaled you felt as if your vengeance, had finally ended.

You thought that with their deaths you would feel lighter and happier, that there wouldn’t be anything between you and the people that you loved…yet that wasn’t what you were feeling right now. During all those years you have learned many things, and one of them is that you are a watcher of the weak and that you have to take care of those who look upon you.

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>>45157901

With heavy yet striding steps you returned towards the lower levels of the Fabricatorium Manufactorum and saw several sets of heavy and airtight armor. It seemed that they had been designed and created from several different blueprints, surely none of the local techpriests that were working on that project were specialized in armorcraft but nonetheless they had managed to create an impressive yet clunky looking battle dress.

The tank wasn’t lying pretty far away, it was painted in a layer of sacred Martian red color and decorated with several purity seals that had been affected by the time accelerating effects that the Chronorganic Oxydizer produced on organic materials, the seals were made from scroll paper of vegetal origin and wax; the wax had survived but the paper had yellowed and withered away into nothingness now. After a quick inspection you confirmed what the people upside had told you, the tank was in a working condition and had its promethium deposits full.

During the rest of the day you proceeded to gather those heavy armors and raising them towards the few survivors that had sheltered on the higher floors, away from the gas. Several hours later they all were equipped and only a couple of persons that had become too old to fight decided to stay behind and wait for their own end. This was pretty noble on their end, if they had followed us they would have become a deterrent and would have dwindled our already small survival chances. It was sad to look at their old wrinkled faces and their young bright eyes, those eyes revealed the dark truth, those elders who decided to stay behind were in reality no older than sixteen…

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>>45157917

After a day of hard work you decided to rest by lying on the roof of the Manufactorium while watching the many stalactites and the dark yet beautiful landscape that was had in front of you. Now that your vengeance was finally done tomorrow would be the first day of the rest of your life. What would you do now?

>Roll 1d100, if you guys get +65 something good will happen

>We should march towards the Space Elevator and try to hijack it. Get on board and ascend to orbit, try to contact with the Imperial Navy and ask for help.
>We should get the Necron Knight, the Tank and all the armed forces that we can and create as much damage as we can to the Possessed ones. Maybe try to control them too to create even more damage on their numbers.
>We should wait, establish some form of farm or something in the upper levels of the Manufactorum and try to recover ourselves first.
>Write in.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>45157938
>>We should march towards the Space Elevator and try to hijack it. Get on board and ascend to orbit, try to contact with the Imperial Navy and ask for help.

>>45157938
>>We should march towards the Space Elevator and try to hijack it. Get on board and ascend to orbit, try to contact with the Imperial Navy and ask for help.

>>45157938
>Write in.

Tell self a TL;DR of what has happened until now

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>45157938
>>We should march towards the Space Elevator and try to hijack it. Get on board and ascend to orbit, try to contact with the Imperial Navy and ask for help.
Hi Ax, what's up?

>>45157990

Looking at the rocky fangs that hanged above you made you feel calm and relieved some of the stress that had accumulated on your muscles, it was incredibly knowing that above those naturally constructed rock arches there was an entire metropolis and that above that other city lied the surface of the planet.

One particular stalactite caught your attention, it wasn't the sharpest one nor the biggest or widest, nothing in particular was noteworthy on it but for some odd reason your lenses caught that rocky needle and got stuck on its wet and water dripping surface, after some seconds lost on your own inner toughts you saw a water drop falling from the tip of that stalactite and land on the Chronorganic Oxydizer covered floor...immediately as the water touched the orange gas it created a small yet potent shockwave that dispersed the gas in a small area before it was quickly filled again with the time accelerating biochemical mist. At first you didn't believed it but after waiting for another drop to fall you were able to confirm it, excited you called the rest of the techpriests and survivors and showed them this miracle.

Luckily for you among those few techpriests there was one who was a chemical savant and after studying the event for several hours managed to come with an early hypothesis. For some reason when water made contact with the gas it created a chemical reaction that mixed them both on an atomic level and created a new gas that while possibly toxic it might not have the same time shortening properties.

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>>45159074

Telematha was a pretty dry world and most of the water could only be found deep underground, getting high quantities of the vital liquid to completely clean the planet would be impossible but at least your people now had a way of cleaning areas and making them habitable once again.

With their hope and morale once again recovered they all donned their new airtight armors and marched towards the surface on foot or inside the Tank. You got on top of the mighty war machine and spoke to all of them across a shared vox-channel.

"We humans were born to endure anything and everything that the Galaxy threw at us. The universe is a violent place because the filthy xenos that inhabit it are afraid of us! We will now show them that as we have been doing for millenia we will endure, survive and conquer them until they are all extingished!" You yelled at them.

As your group managed to reach the upper city you all saw a massive infestation of not only Possessed but also some Necron Warriors among them. The old deathless robotic race was now completely reawakened and getting into position to launch their massive invasion towards the rest of the Galaxy.

>>45159100
>Write in. Remember all you have done, try to gain strength from your past actions.

This was the moment that you had been waiting for so long. In your planet everything is born a slave, if they don't show their worthiness before the age of sixteen they are turned into servitors for the rest of their pitiful lives, the lucky few who manage to impress the upper echelons are mindscrubbed and turned into low-ranked servitors.

During the first years of your new life as a techpriest you worked hard maintaining some sacred hydroelectrical engines and created jewelry out of discarded nuts and bolts. Two Archmagii got information about your hobby and decided that it wasn't only a waste of time but also something noxious because you were using parts who were once useful to make something completely useless. They forcefully grabbed and implanted inside your brain a chip that supposedly turned you into a completely apathetic working drone...one day that chip went off and all your repressed emotions and feelings returned in a sudden surge, you felt many things but among them the most strong desire was revenge against the two Archmagus that did that to you.

Since you were little more than a weakling you decided to run away and join a Imperial Guard expedition who was gathering resources on your world before parting. Somehow you managed to get the sympathy of a Comissar called Oihan and became her protegee. After your first expedition with her and your first contact with the mysterious Eldar and the Ruinous Powers of Chaos you ended feeling the protector of a girl called Liwet, you even went as far as leaving the protection of the Comissar to travel with a psyker Inquisitor called Karelia.

>>45159133

Karelia despised you, she detected that you were a soulless individual, an anomaly on the sacred double helix that made you a complete anathema against anything sorcerous and daemonic... she also played a game that you didn't even knew that existed, you were a pawn for her and in several occasions you risked your life to protect Liwet or to fulfill some strange objectives yet even after completing all her tasks...she managed to get Liwet away from you. She parted ways to become a Sister of Battle and there was nothing you could do about it... you were alone, but then Alaria appeared, your own adopted daughter, which quickly you learned to love and take care upon.

Afterwards you were tasked to accompany her as she delivered a Kroot shaman to a Ordos Xenos Inquisitor who had a thing for psyker aliens and wished to create a weapon that could kill them all. After a three year long travel you managed to meet the Inquisitor...only to discover that your own planet had declared you a traitor for being absent without official leave. Since the Inquisitor still required one last alien psyker to complete his plans he offered you the chance of participating in some orkoid death races in exchange of being spared. After suffering more than ever you managed to become victorious and asked Madloota, the Warboss, for his best Wyrdboy, which he complied and delivered.

>>45159148

During all those years that you had spent travelling you noticed something change in yourself, your emotions became stronger and for some reason, Karelia started to tolerate you slightly more as the months passed. All that tolerance didn't meant anything thought...she had been used a mask created with a steel that had been forged with Warpfire and drove mad everybody who saw himself reflected on it, that mask had been tainting and poisoning her mind with taunting words about her being superior due to her psykerdom. When the project of the Ordos Xenos Inquisitor was over instead of killing all the psyker xenos it became a channeling funnel that Karelia promptly used to steal the powers of the rest of the aliens. A great shockwave occurred that transformed her into a half alien-half daemonic abomination... after fighting her for a while your body somehow generated a soul so intense that you also became a psyker and with your newfound electrical powers you became able to finish her off. After that all went dark...

You were rescued by an Ordo Malleus Inquisitor which took you into a decade long study and kept you in stasis from time to time. By the time he managed to understand what happened about twenty years had passed, all those years only felt like a few hours to you due to your storage in Stasis. You didn't knew what had happened, where you were...nothing. After some time you managed to reunite with your daughter which was now a full grown woman but even then most questions remained without answers.

>>45159165

The Ordo Malleus Inquisitor informed you of the truth...the brain chip that was stored in your brain wasn't something created to turn you into a drone but in fact the inverse. You were an artificially created soulless being which was granted a chip that slowly developed a fake soul, a soul that in one occasion became overcharged and granted you psyker powers. The Inquisitor didn't knew how those were created nor why but he knew that their origin had to be in your home world. After so many years you were now a shadow of what you were once, you weren't a weakling anymore but a bionically enhanced giant with several high-grade weapons and six wings that granted you the ability of flight. You were finally ready to return and fulfill your vengeance.

Back on your homeworld you were received as a Saint and Angelic emissary of the Omnissiah, somehow video footage of your fight against the mutant hordes of Karelia had reached their eyes and they now believed that you were a righteous paladin of everything good. After investigating you discovered that behind the creation of the anima souls there was the Silent King, the ruler of all the Necrons.

Szarekh, the Silent King, wanted to find a way to return their race to their former glory and for that they required souls. Unwillingly you had been giving him data about the capabilities of the anima chip and with that knowledge they managed to create a version of the chip that can return their race to their old fleshed state. Szarekh knows that the Galaxy is a violent place thought and for that reason he plans to completely invade all the Milky Way before returning their kind of flesh and bone. In his vision of the perfect future there was also a place for humanity as slave warriors at first and slave serfs once the galaxy has been conquered.

>>45159189

With some Necron techno-sorcery he managed to create a perfect hololitic representation of your face telling everybody that you are indeed an angel and that you have returned to take everybody into paradise. Several alien gates emerged from the ground and most of the population promptly threw themselves into the green portals. You managed to gather a small group of survivors and discovered soon afterwards that the people who had been captured weren't taken somewhere else but were turned into Possessed people who were now slaves of the Necrons and acted as a fighting forces while their own warriors reawakened to their full might.

For the following month you tried your best to survive and managed to reach the two Archmagii that conducted the operation that place the anima chip on yourself and you wanted to slay to fufil your vengeance. Shortly afterwards you discovered that those two were indeed your parents and that you were created among another hundred of test subjects to see how the chips would work under different situations. It wasn't a casualty that the Imperials were refueling that day, you had simply been used since the first day. You fought and killed both and they liberated a gas that accelerates the aging process of biological beings but doesn't affects the Possessed nor the Necrons. You now are trying to leave the planet in an attempt to gather help from outside.

The city in front of you is full of enemies, what will you do?

>Attempt a direct confrontation. Use the Meltadrills of the tank to breach a hole into anything that gets in the way be an enemy or a building.
>Study the surrounding areas and see if there is a way of sneaking into the perimeter of the Elevator.
>Make two teams, and spread them, cover as many territory as you can.
>Write in.

Sorry for taking about an hour to post the answer, doing the TL:DR of what happened until now took fucking forever.

>>45158859
>Hi Ax, what's up?
I'm good man. How about you?

>>45159214
>Study the surrounding areas and see if there is a way of sneaking into the perimeter of the Elevator.
>Use the metladriills to take their footing out from under causing a collapse.

>>45159214
Supporting >>45159244

>>45159236
I'm good too. I went to a career fair today and I'm hoping to hear back from some companies about a summer job.

>>45159214
>Study the surrounding areas and see if there is a way of sneaking into the perimeter of the Elevator.

Your group wasn't a stealthy one but the many buildings and debris around offered many great hiding spots and all the noise that they could generate was completely muffled by the wheezing sound that the Possessed generated and the mechanical whirls of the Necron artificial body.

Slowly your small army managed to advance while remaining hidden and after some hours they managed to study the perimeter and see the access towards the massive elevator.

You lied on top of a half destroyed building while looking from across a shattered window towards one of the many elevators that could be taken. Then a buzzing came in and you accepted the call.

"It seems that the column that conforms the structure has at least twenty elevators that we could take as they are on floor level. With the exception of the Tank we could all fit inside one and escape."

You didn't knew who was the one that was talking to you and even its organic voice sounded impersonal to you, after so many meaningless deaths you simply stopped caring about most people so their deaths didn't affected you in the least. As far as you knew you didn't had any true friend in at least a hundred light years from your position...

"Is any of those elevators with the doors opened for an easy access?"

"Negative, it seems that they all lack the necessary energy to function."

"Yet it seems that the turbines that extract the noixous gases of the world and take it out are still working."

>>45159857

Even if the forge world had been paralyzed for almost an entire month now there were still tons of residue to expulse and the chimmney continued doing their sacred task.

"They have independent high density plasma fusion reactors that will power them until the end of days."

"Are those fusion reactors dangerous? We don't know how the alien minds work and they might be deranged enough to try to destroy them."

"The Reactors are stable and safe, even if they use plasma technology they have many vents and other security measures to avoid a critical malfunction. They won't explode but even then the Necrons would never try to shot down the Core Needle."

"Why not?" You asked.

"It is a massive superstructure connected to the Space Station in high orbit. Any structural damage to it would send massive pieces of debris as big as meteorites towards the ground and in the worst of the possibilities the own Space Station would fall... If that happened it could become a Exterminatus grade event and even if the planet managed to endure the impact its atmosphere would become non-breathable and be degraded to a Death-World class planet."

>>45159884

"What's under the Elevator, could we access that way?"

"I'm not exactly sure of what's down there but surely there is a conglomerate of control cogitators, toxic pipes and energy generators and capacitors. We might be able to find a way of sneaking into one of the closed Elevators that way but I'm not sure that would work sire..."

>Use the Meltadrills to take their footing out from under causing a collapse.

"It won't be necessary, we won't breach the Core Needle but what surrounds it."

You created two teams, one that would be driving the tank along with you and another bigger one composed of the rest of the survivors. The tank would be driving across the sewer system that lied between the city and the undervillage and would create some structural damages that would trap and ensnare most of the surrounding enemy forces, that would create enough distraction and time for the rest to get inside one of the Elevators and ascend into safety...or so you hoped and prayed for.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>45159905

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>45159905

Rolled 46 (1d100)

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>45159905
I'll do the last roll. Unless we get the necessary minimum of 65 we will be fucked

>>45160141
Quest over, gg no re.

>>45160153
C'mon guys everytime a roll goes awry you guys go all like "hurr quest over"...I'm a jerk but not an asshole. I won't kill the MC for a botched roll, a series of botched rolls on the other side...

In fact, the protagonist has died once already...

>>45160184
>One botched roll- loses an eye permanently despite that eyes being replaced easily
>a successful rolls- dies
>Wants to make maximum stupid grimdark
>Loves being an asshole to players and not only admits it, but takes pride in it.

You see where I am coming from

>>45160258
>One botched roll- loses an eye permanently despite that eyes being replaced easily
True, but they didn't had the necessary equipment to replace it in that moment. It is merely a cosmetic change because it doesn't affects his skills at all.

>a successful rolls- dies
Au contraire, in that case it was several bad rolls including a nat 100 that was the one that killed him. I could have ended the quest in that moment yet decided to continue with it.

>Wants to make maximum stupid grimdark
lol welcome to 40k

>Loves being an asshole to players and not only admits it, but takes pride in it.
I'm an asshole with the MC, I like my players and asking them how are they doing and such. I love being an asshole from time to time because it creates times of tension but thats what any QM/DM does.

>You see where I am coming from
By judging how salty you are I'm guessing somewhere near the dead sea.

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>>45159905

The first and bigger group of the two advanced and hid as close as they could to the opened elevator and awaited for us to make the diversion that would give them the time to safely advance and ascend.

The group you were in knew that after that they would have to defend against seemingly endless waves of Possessed and Necrons before they could also take another elevator. It was mostly a suicide mission.

"Heracor...are you sure you don't want to go with the first group and leave the planet? We aren't sure of what will they find up there and they might still need your safety." Said the faceless driver under his mask.

You looked at his nape as it drove and shook your head.

"Our survival chances will be small but I'm sure we can all manage to go off-world and call for aid. This planet needs to be avenged. If I went with them I wouldn't be able to help you all and I would feel like a coward that abandons his duties. If we fail we won't only die but they will too...I'm staying here to assure that at least they make into safety."

After saying that everybody proceeded to pray to the Omnissiah, only the driver and one of the gunners had their prayers directed to the Emperor instead, now that everybody ported the same sealed armors everybody looked alike but it was details like those the one that showed which one were techpriests and which was part of the Nox Vox.

>>45160901

While everybody stayed inside and in position your big frame forced you to stay on top of the vehicle as it moved and advanced. It was an exposed position but it gave you a way wider visual range than the ones that were inside. This tank was designed with breaching in mind and it was hence equiped with a very powerful Omnispex that while it couldn't see in a 360º radius nor could scan very far away it was robust enough to be able to penetrate even the thickest rockrete walls and reveal what was behind them. With their electronic all seeing eyes ready the tank descended across one metro entrance and started scanning around in the areas where enemy concentrations where and were walls could be demolished and drilled upon. After another three hours of preparations your team was ready.

In an instant you gave the green light and the all powerful promethium engines of your tank started to push its mighty chassis into a massive wall to bore it into nothingness. It trembled and roared with the passion and force of a hundred thunderstorms. Above you the ground started to shake heavily and as the vehicle advanced without ever stopping you managed to see how the ceiling collapsed after your pass and how among the many tones of debris several Possessed enemies and Necron warriors fell. You wouldn't let them any chance of surviving and with your heavy Lascannon you finished anyone who dared to stay alive.

>>45160922

You didn't knew what was going on above your heads but you hoped that the rest of the people had been able to hide until this moment and were now running for their lives towards the Elevator. In an instant your modified baneblade had been able to create a toroid of destruction that completely surrounded the entirety of the Core Needle. You ascended with your wings to see the overall destruction that you actions had caused and luckily you saw how an elevator was ascending up, they had managed to restore the energy and escape.

Afterwards you quickly descended and quickly and roughly ordered the driver to direct the vehicle towards the surface as fastest as he could to board another elevator and save them all. The did so and in an instant you all were once again the metropoli, the Tank had its deposits near empty but it could still go for a while more, in the distance you could see the massive ring of destruction that you all had created, it was now an abysmal distance that seemed to be impossible to cross by the Tank.

>Order the tank to do one last push and try to jump the distance.
>Order them all to go down and try to find a way of crossing.
>Use the last energies of the tank to destroy one of the high buildings and create a concrete bridge to cross the gap.
>Write in.

>>45160954
>Use the last energies of the tank to destroy one of the high buildings and create a concrete bridge to cross the gap.
Tanks aren't made for jumping.

>>45160954
>>Use the last energies of the tank to destroy one of the high buildings and create a concrete bridge to cross the gap.

>>45160995
>>45161076
Very well. Destructive architecture is it then. I'll need three 1d100.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>45161183

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>45161183

>>45160954
Can we get a sitrep of our forces? Of all the people we've gathered up over the last 30 days?
Were they all in the academy? Are all of them dead?

>>45161272
All dead thanks to Mom's age dust. an unless we roll a 65+ we die now too.

>>45161272
>Can we get a sitrep of our forces?
Well, we don't truly know their numbers now because the MC is now half depressed and so fucking downed that he doesn't wants to count them.

>Of all the people we've gathered up over the last 30 days?
We made a list:
http://pastebin.com/qJZLVqfC

Most of them are dead now, only about thirty or so managed to survive

>Were they all in the academy?
No, they were in the hidden village under the city when the gas was released. Since the gas is heavier than air it tends to stay on the ground like a mist. Since it was released above them it rained upon them by surprise and caught most of them.

>Are all of them dead?
Most, the group we are travelling now might be the only remaining survivors in all the planet.

I need another 1d100, otherwise I'll just go with your low rolls.

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>45161452
Let's try to not waste a shot.

>>45161489
nooooooo...

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>45161452

Rolled 93 (1d100)

Sigh...I'll roll too because we are so close to the end and I don't want to kill the MC...again.
inb4 a fucking nat 100

>>45161384
What about YCS-88?

>>45161553
>What about YCS-88

The driver of the autocaravan that we reprimanded... she survives and has been one of the lucky ones who have ascended in the elevator.

The other named characters have all died and in the case of Georgius he was willingly converted into a Possessed.

>>45161531
Nice job.

>>45161650
>The driver of the autocaravan that we reprimanded... she survives and has been one of the lucky ones who have ascended in the elevator.
oh good
poor bullied skitarius

>>45161650
>The other named characters have all died
including Campini and Walthari?

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>>45161693
Seems like you like her! Here is a small reference about her name. I didn't know what to call her so I simply gave her the name of the gun that I was using in that moment in my current Fallout New Vegas game. I fucked up with the numeration thought.

http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/YCS/186

>>45161739
>including Campini and Walthari?
Yes, thats why he also says that his only remaining friends are all at least a hundred lightyears away. He's all alone now.

>>45160954
>Use the last energies of the tank to destroy one of the high buildings and create a concrete bridge to cross the gap.

"Drive towards that high building, at three o'clock!" You yell over the vox system.

"We will meet into a collision course sire!" Was the answer that came instantly afterwards, by the nervousness in the tone of his voice it was obvious that he was feeling worried about the small reserves of fuel and he knew that the instant the Tank ceased to move it would become an easy target against the slow yet never-stopping Necrons.

"I know! Just advance at cruiser speed and after collision continue for twenty feet and then turn 180º degrees!"

"Aye S-sire!"

With chirurgical precision the driver strode to his right and started to bore one of the outer walls of a tall and mostly intact crystalline building. The Meltadrills easily perforated and exploded the outer walls of the building and created a massive crack that crossed the entirety of it and made it tremble with painful sounding creaks. After the entire wall had been turned into dust and slag the rest started to work as if it were a precision mechanism. By following the sacred laws of nature the building started to suffer an massive quantity of pressure that it couldn't hold and ended collapsing into one of its sides, falling into the chasm that they had created beforehand and creating a passage of ruble and debris.

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>>45162112
During its fall the tank had continued advancing and thus it avoided any damage either by direct contact or derived by the shockwave that followed shortly after. After advancing all the ordered feet the tank turned around and without the need of giving any order it proceeded to advance across the newly created path towards what seemed like safety.

For you safety wasn't but an illussion. You were a soulless creature that was always followed by death, whenever you went death came shortly after...you were an angel yes, but an angel of death. Just when you believed that you were saved you saw a Necron Lord raising an orb and starting to resurrect most if not all of the Necron Warriors and Possessed ones that your tank had driven over and buried alive.

>Try to run away from him and head directly into the Elevator.
>Jump away and confront the Necron, buy time for the others so they can save themselves.
>No matter how powerful the Necron Lord is no individual xenos could hope to survive against your tank in a direct confrontation. Use the Tank to destroy it as quickly as you can and hopefully stop the massive resurrection he's performing.
>Write in.

>>45162151
>No matter how powerful the Necron Lord is no individual xenos could hope to survive against your tank in a direct confrontation. Use the Tank to destroy it as quickly as you can and hopefully stop the massive resurrection he's performing.

>>45162151
>Jump away and confront the Necron, buy time for the others so they can save themselves.

>>45162151
>Snipe him with a Lascannon

>>45162285
>Snipe him with a Lascannon
It's a cannon...you cannot snipe somebody with a cannon. Besides it is an antitank vehicle, it isn't good against single targets...too bad you guys ditched your sniper rifle.

>>45162356
We have aimbot eyes, and it's basically a super sized lasgun.

>>45162438
Well, since we haven't reached a consensus I'll do a 1d3 to let luck choose. In case the cannon sniping is the chosen option I will require a 1d100 to see how it goes.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>45162494
Fug, forgot dice.

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>45162151
>No matter how powerful the Necron Lord is no individual xenos could hope to survive against your tank in a direct confrontation. Use the Tank to destroy it as quickly as you can and hopefully stop the massive resurrection he's performing.

"Driver, once again! Turn to your six and drive as fast as you can!"

"But Sire! Our deposits are almost dry!"

"Have faith in the Emperor and the Omnissiah and they will provide!"

The engines roared and the exhausts blew tons of black smog and fire as the tank advanced like bolt towards the grim and grinning Necron Lord. As if it were a sadistic chicken game he ceased his act and simply stood defiantly in front of the tank without even flinching as it advanced towards him. The Melta Drills spun as fast as they could and became red hot and as bright as the core of the sun. Just as its deadly light started to shine on the metallic Necrodermis surface of the alien commander it made a small and barely perceptible movement and before the two drills managed to tear it to shred several Possessed humans threw themselves in front of the vehicle creating a meat shield of some sort. From pure shock the driver ceased to press the accelerator.

>>45162993

It was obvious that the Necron was controlling them into becoming sacrifices. You had heard of people doing blood sacrifices in war but this was just miserable, he saw humans as human see livestock and he didn't even flinched when he mentally ordered all those humans into throwing themselves against the thick chassis and the quickly spinning drill blades.In an instant the sacred Martian-Red paint that covered the hull was tinted with another similar yet incredibly different hue, the crimson red of their bloods as they splattered all over the tank and yourself.

"Continue pushing!" You yelled as you cleaned the blood from your face and you aimed your lascannon at the vile xenos, at such short range simply you couldn't miss.

By the time you were done with cleaning your face and recovering your vision you noticed that the Necron Lord continued standing in the same spot as before and continued defiantly looking at you with an expressionless skull that somehow seemed to grin at you. All those human bodies couldn't offer any true resistance against the tank's drills as they were nothing more than flesh and at most had some Necrodermis parts on themselves but not even their alien metal could oppose against them. Sooner or later your tank would push through all those bodies and rip that Necron Lord to the same oblivion it came from.

Just when you believed that you had him all your hopes suddenly banished, the engines died and with it any chance of running over him. The Lord displaying an even bigger sense of cocky pride turned away and calmly walked away as it now seemed to not consider you any kind of challenge. From the gore that had formed in the drills and under the tank's threads a small rumble appeared and after that a massive shapeless mass full of Necron Scarabs came, all the scarabs that were inside of the Possessed that you had killed was now heading into you and everywhere that you looked all you could see was Necrons, Possessed and more Scarabs.

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Alright lads. I'll end it for today!

As usual 30 minutes for questions and whatever. In the next thread we will go once again as the Sororitas Liwet because the moment she reached the planet is pretty much the same instant the protagonist is now in.

During the following threads we will control several characters but mostly her. Every time we change character I'll post the following:
>Current Anima: [NAME OF THE CHARACTER]

Here it is the archive and thanks for playing!
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=NHQ94

I have also made a small video by blatantly ripping off cutscenes of other 40k videogames. I hope you all like it!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qquh3rJvwIc

Bye!

>>45163140
So this whole Telematha disaster was just crap after crap.
Like 99% of the population gets turned into possessed ones, Heracor gathers survivors in a hospital. Then 99% of them get eaten by scarabs, all the nurses screaming for daddy as they get ripped to pieces alive. Then Heracor gathers the pitiful remnants along with his only friends and managed to survive for a few weeks, then 99% of them get killed too.

How long until Heracor caps himself?

>>45163016
Next time, I propose the action
>Get out and challenge the Necron lord to honorable combat.

Necron nobility can't resist that stuff. To not have to deal with it when fighting other races, they operate on 'honourless until proven otherwise'.

>>45163212
Seconding this.

>>45163199
>How long until Heracor caps himself?
I don't quite understand this. Do you mean crap himself?

>>45163212
>Necron nobility can't resist that stuff.
You know that...but does Heracor?

>>45163274
to 'cap' oneself means to kill oneself.

>>45163274
>You know that...but does Heracor?
It seems a desperate last gambit a man would pull when surrounded by the enemy. Which Heracor is.

>>45163274
Well, Silent King did feel it necessary to monologue to him, and that Lord sure acted arrogant and condescending enough that he'd go for it.

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>>45163280
Well, his vengeance is over. Any reason that he could have to stay alive is now over. If he has been continuing fighting has been for pure peer pressure.

>>45163310
>desperate last gambit a man would pull when surrounded by the enemy.
Granted. Next thread will start with him daring the Lord to honorable combat.

>>45163354
>If he has been continuing fighting has been for pure peer pressure.

Well he doesn't have any of those left...

>>45163354
Pretty sure at this point it's him being stubborn so he can spit in the metaphorical eye of those who caused his shit head parents to make them. Also to see his few friends again, as well as glorify the Omnissiah. He's a stubborn asshole.

>>45163377
By peer pressure I mean because he somewhat feels like a saviour of all those people. They think hes the luminangelus or at least a huge hero and that is making him act like that, even if he's deeply terrified. The moment he is completely alone and there is nobody else to protect or save...he might kill himself with the regrets in his life of not being able to meet Liwet once again nor being a good father to Alaria.

>>45163437
>stubborn
>asshole
Pretty much describes the sum of the Mechanicus

>>45163140
Any ETA on next thread?

>>45163479
Heracor gets his own forge world because he's REALLY exceptional at it. Proceeds to make all he learned on his travels to make it a kick ass planet.

>>45163529
Then a bunch of eldar destroy it for revenge

>>45163583
>Then a bunch of eldar trick orks into attacking it for revenge
FTFY

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>>45163513
Well I have this week pretty much free so if possible tomorrow or wednesday. Thursday and Friday will be busy and surely the weekend too. Sorry that I cannot have a stable routine.

>>45163529
>Heracor gets his own forge world because he's REALLY exceptional at it.
He's crafty, but not exceptional. Most of the stuff he has has been already constructed by other people, during the first threads he worked more on crafting stuff but as it advanced he focused more on fighting and combat.

>Proceeds to make all he learned on his travels to make it a kick ass planet.
Wouldn't mind visiting it. How do you imagine that forge world anon?

>>45163583
Well, we have fucked with two Craftworlds: Ulthwé and Jasdevi. He should be wary of the Knife-ears during the rest of his life.

>>45163636
>He should be wary of the Knife-ears during the rest of his life.
But Heracor a good boy, all he did was condemn millions of souls to chaos :(

>>45163636
He still knows several high end secrets, has access to more and he has made some unique items, like electro power weapons.

As for the forge world? I imagine it'd be a newish one and he's make it exceedingly efficient and organized. To the point of it being scary. Outsider officials look at it doing a shit ton of work and going is this really a Mechanicus planet?

Good night y'all. Today was a fun day and all thanks to you.

>>45163867
Thanks for running Ax, fun quest tonight.

>>45163867
Just one last thing? How many Eldar escaped Jasdevi?
Because they're ally not gonna let that go.

Shit I cannot sleep. Tomorrow I'll be completely fucked in class

>>45163971
>How many Eldar escaped Jasdevi?
Not many, the ones who didn't die became slaves either to the orks or the slaaneshi chaos space marines.

Jasdevi wasn't a warring craftworld and in some occassions they possed as members of other craftworld to advance in their objectives surely some of them managed to infiltrate or get accepted in other craftworlds.

Another possibilities for them was to turn into Dark Eldar, to find an exodite world and be accepted or become corsairs.

Finally, at least one of them has been accepted as the companion of a Rogue Trader.

They are too fragmented now to lead an assault against Heracor and the Imperium but surely some of them will attempt and assasination at some point.