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>>50973859
bdump

The thought of the Medicae dying violently after committing suicide by Xeno filled him with dread. A series of images flashed through his mind. The Medicae lying on the ground clutching at a steaming hole in her side where a blue pulse from a Tau riffle had burnt it's way through her guts. One of the avian Xenos swinging it's blade down in an arc and slicing her head from her shoulders, the hiss of air from the bifurcated breathing tube and the spray of bright arterial blood as the corpse fell and the head rolled off to the side. He saw her lifted up in the arms of one of the Xenos, struggling against it's grip and trying to break free as it clamped it's jaws down on her body and she went limp. The images went through his mind, a slideshow of horror, and he recoiled.

He did not want her to die, could not stand the thought of her dying. He'd already lost so many. He'd just barely gathered mementos for four more of his men who were now gone to the Emperor's side, he couldn't bear to loose any more of his people. True she hadn't been a member of his squad for very long, but she was still one of his damn it.

It had been difficult at first, but he'd grown to enjoy her company. The frequent cultural clashes and misunderstandings had been irritating in the beginning, but they had slowly come to be endearing. She was earnest and she tried very hard, and Rochus respected that. He couldn't help but appreciate that despite how difficult it must have been she kept trying, and had been making good progress integrating with the other men in the squad before all of this. She wasn't just some Krieger or a medic for the squad anymore. She was his Medicae, and he didn't want to loose her. Not now, not after he had already lost so many and the rest were being taken from him. He couldn't stand to loose one of the last links he had to his squad.

>>50975095

He took comfort in the knowledge that the Medicae had been assigned here to the field hospital, and that it was highly unlikely that she would have any opportunities to martyr herself fighting against the remaining Xenos while this far behind the lines tending to the wounded. He let out a sigh of relief. The images in his head wouldn't come into reality. He smiled as he felt his worry slip away momentarily, before it was replaced with guilt. Sure it made him happy to know she would be safe, but it probably made her miserable. He felt selfish for feeling glad about something that would make her unhappy. Guilty that he wanted her around for his own comfort regardless of how hard that might be on her. He knew it was her dearest wish but he did not want her to die, not even for the Emperor.

He made the sign of the Aquila and whispered a muted apology to Him on Terra for that last thought, but he knew that Heresy or not it was still true. He wanted her to live, and he was glad she was safe here. Glad that unless something went terribly wrong she would live. Then he thought about what would happen after. After the last of the Xenos were cleared out of the woods, and after the colonists arrived, what then? The Medicae would be alive, but all she had known was war. How would she be able to adjust to peace? How would she be able to adjust to peace while feeling guilty for having lived? Would she be able to take it? Would it be too much for her? Would she end up eating the end of a bolt pistol?

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Wooot Woooot new thread! Also, found an old pic, my idea of the new writefags main character. Everyone is welcome.

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>>50975147
I approve of this body type for the armoured story

>>50975125

He shuddered at that last thought. No, no he wouldn't let that happen. He'd taken her under his wing and tried to ease her into the squad before, and he'd do it again. When the colonists came he would be there to help her adjust to their new life on this planet, and he'd keep an eye on her to make sure nothing untoward happened. He'd be there. He'd be able to help her, and when she was ready he'd be there for her to talk to to help her work things out. It'd work out. It had to. He'd make it work. As he made his decision he was pulled from his thoughts by a voice coming from off to the side

"Sarge, hey sarge you in there?" asked Baiman slowly as he waved a hand in front of Rochas's face. "Hello, sarge?"

"What?" He said and jerked up as he realized he'd been sitting there lost in his thoughts while Baiman was trying to talk to him. "What is it?

"Damn sarge you were out of it, you need a doc?" Asked the one armed trooper with a look of concern on his face.

"No" said Rochus as he waved a hand in dismissal "No i'm fine,i just got lost in thought there for a moment. What was it you were trying to say?"

"Well i was trying to say i'm off to the mess to grab something to eat, and that the Krieger i told you about just walked in a minute ago" said Baiman as he first jabbed a thumb over his shoulder towards the door, and then pointed over to the far corner of the building. Rochus followed his finger with his eyes and saw the Medicae handing several packages over to a man in surgical scrubs, who took them and then disappeared into an adjoining room.

Has anyone compiled the writing so far into a document or pastebin for easier reading?

>>50975200
I'm keeping a personal copy on my desktop, yeah. I plan to provide it to the writefag once he's done so he has a full copy of it, if he doesn't have one already.

>>50973859
Hey, whoever keeps making the threads, be alerted to the fact that bump limit on /tg/ is 310, not 300. Other thread's not in autosage yet.

>>50975351
Huh...that's an odd number, when was that a thing?

>>50975373
It's been since NewMoot took over.

>>50975407
Fucking gook moot

>>50975194

"You want i should grab you anything sarge?" Asked Baiman "It's good food, they even have freeze cream. When was the last time you had freeze cream sarge?"

"Two years" He answered absent-mindedly.

"I'll get you some then" said Baiman "See you in a minute sarge"

"Goodbye Baiman" He said as the man got up and left. He tried to catch the Medicae's eye, and when she noticed him and stopped he waved her over. She approached his bed quickly and then stood next to his cot.

"I'm glad to see you are alright" He said

"As am i sir" She replied "When you passed out after being shot i feared that you would suffer serious and permanent harm from the blood loss, perhaps brain damage, so i am pleased to see that you appear to be in good health."

"It'll take more than this to kill me" He bragged while gesturing to his leg "And i had the best medic in the Regiment there to look after me." He said and smiled and looked up at her.

"Sir exaggerations of my prowess serve no purpose. I am aware of my capabilities and my limitations, and i merely did my duty." The Krieger replied. Now that just wouldn't do. He'd need to teach her to accept a compliment.

"It's called a compliment Medicae" He said. "It's purpose is to communicate my appreciation to you, and to express the high regard i hold you in. In the future it is likely you will receive many compliments. The polite response is to thank them for the compliment and then tell them they think too highly of you."

"Then these 'compliments' are comparable to a favorable performance review?" She asked.

"If you wish to look at it that way, i believe that is an apt enough comparison" said the Sergeant.

"Understood sir. Thank you for the favorable review of my performance, but i believe you have exaggerated my abilities." Said the Krieger

>>50975194
Oh shit, here we go boys!

>>50975339
Could you post that? I'd like to binge so I can catch up asap.

>>50975339

I was at first but i haven't been keeping everything compiled for some time now. If you would be willing to provide that when all is said and done i would be very grateful.

There's the first installment on today's update. I'll be back in a bit with more.

>>50975439
This is going to be a thing later...didn't the boss guy say the Planatary Governor was a big fan of Rochas? The sarge is going to need to bring a second. This will get awkward.

>>50975457
http://pastebin.com/gfKx5Jtq
That's where we are as of >>50975439. It's about 60 pages of content.

>>50975493
I surely will. When this is all done, just provide me an email address and I'll kick it your way.

>>50975557
I made a quick epub if that's more convenient for anyone.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0BxEn12_m3y6uc2xVZXRCWVA0Ylk/view?usp=drivesdk

Bump. Working on it.

>>50975439
Anyone else get a really strong Mass effect Tali vibe?

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Behold, I have archived again! Also, thanks for the pastabin.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/50973859/

>>50978318

Writeanon here, I've never actually played those games. In any case i'm working on the next installment.

>>50978318
Not really. Just finished a full ME playthrough (ME1 up through ME3, all DLCs; romanced Ash/Tali/Tali) and I don't get a Tali vibe at all.

++3153921.M41, Pallas System, Pallas, 1205 local++

+Oh Throne, the fuel line injector was scratched.+ Over the hardline uplink she had with 301's core, she felt an indignant sputter of static.

"Don't worry! Don't worry! The important thing is we found it before we got into combat." +Though only after an hour tearing apart the fuel distribution system after the pressurization test, listening constantly to that maddening hiss.+

Miria unceremoniously ripped the injector from its mooring, and the hiss became a low whoosh of escaping air. +Frakking...Throne damned...cornbean soup...+

A questioning blip passed over her senses.

"Oh no, you're getting a new one. I won't have a half assed patch job on something as important as fuel regulation. Not while we have the parts here. I may not remember much from Generators, Engines and Capacitors with Master Gilash, but fuel leaking places it shouldn't would have caused him a stack overflow. Of rage."

Miria pocketed the offending part and made a log notation on her dataslate. Under the Forgemaster's harsh tutoring, she was getting much better at logging her work properly, tedious as it was.

"If you did not log the procedure, you did not do it!" He had growled at her, whimpering in a corner and hugging a spanner. She had thought back to all those times Proctor Kraellen had been forced to decipher the mess of her lab notebooks, ultimately always correct of course, she knew what she was about, but he had said over and over that being unable to demonstrate concepts made even the most brilliant seeker of knowledge as useless as a datacorder with no playback function.

Glancing surreptitiously about the hangar, she saw that the other Adepts were indeed filing out the south door for midday meal. +With the regiments arriving today, it's now or never.+

>>50979228

She left her dataslate sitting on the hull of 301, disconnected her hardlink, and did her best to tiptoe off to the hangar's eastern loading dock. After a few meters she gave up, and clomped down the deck. Outside, amongst the refuse pile and discarded spare parts awaiting the monthly collection by waste management, were several oblong boxes bearing the cog and caduceus.

+Oh thank the Omnissiah.+ She took the two smaller ones in her arms, and grabbed the third with her servo and after another quick glance about, trudged back toward 301.

She was about halfway across when the lift doors to the billets slid open with a positive pressure whoosh.

+Oh shit.+

Silhouetted in the archway, long black hair flapping in the pumping air and grunting with effort behind a cart laden with boxes not much different from Miria's own, was Amaranthine.

Miria stopped dead mid step, and after pushing through the doorway Amaranthine looked up and squeaked to a halt as well.

"Miri."

"Adept Bahal."

Some of her trademark smirk returned. "So formal! Up to no good are we?"

"S-shut up. I see that-that you brought someth-thing from home too." Miria jerked her dendrite at the offending cart.

Amaranthine grinned. "I could not resist after I learned where we were going, did you know Saval is a prospective death world? I obtained the preliminary reports from the survey team a millennium ago. Some of the organisms are the size of small titans."

Miria gasped. "Where d-did you get the reports?!" +Titans...Oh. My. Emperor.+

The raven haired woman's grin became wider. "Oh...dear. Did you forget to consult the temple archives before you left? Perhaps in your mad dash to collect your illicit...things?"

Miria turned bright red, dendrite wrapping around her middle.

>>50979251

"Well I suppose it wouldn't be the first time you hadn't done your due diligence. You can be so absentminded after all." Adept Bahal gave her own tousled hair a swish. "Tell you what, I'll pretend I didn't see you, and you pretend you didn't see me, and we can both get our things smuggled onto the ships with no one the wiser."

Miria clamped down on her ire and nodded curtly. "Fine. J-just stay out my way when we get on plan-planet."

Amaranthine's smile continued. "Now there's no reason to be like that! We could combine our efforts, there are allowances for Aspirants in similar fields combining their capstone projects, you could append your research to mine, I'd put your name in the addendum. 'Head Research Assistant, Miria Rorken.' Has a nice ring no? Kind of like Magos Biologis Amaranthine Bahal?"

"G-Go get sodomized by a s-s..." Miria began shaking. +Damn that giggling tart!+

"By a S...S...S what Miri?" Amaranthine resumed pushing her cart. "A Space Marine? God Emperor I wish, but they're all celibate. What a dirty mind you have."

"S-s-spanner you tavern w-wench!"

Adept Bahal's only response was a airy wave as she walked off toward her Basilisks.

>>50979275

301 had taken some convincing, but allowed Miria to store her equipment in its external ammunition rack. Normally designed to carry spare rounds behind the turret in a position where if they cooked off from enemy fire the resultant explosion would only lightly damage the vehicle, it served little purpose now with 301's twin Stormbringer Patten Lascannons taking the place of the traditional Leman Russ Battle Cannon. Just for good measure, a third hull mounted Lascannon rounded out and cemented 301 as a long range assassin of enemy heavies. Miria had been surprised at first to see that almost none of the Leman Russ's constructed in this production batch were armed in the classic Mars Pattern. She knew from the Forgemaster that Pallas possessed the schematic. 302 and 303, her other charges, were likewise nonstandard.

302, who was shaping up to be much more phlegmatic in disposition than either of its kin, was armed with a Demolisher Cannon and a hull mounted Lascannon. The two weapons had vastly different engagement ranges, but it had been explained to her that the function of this type of tank squadron in Krieg armored doctrine was to have each member possess at least limited anti armor capability, with one dedicated tank hunter in the personage of 301. Despite its peaceable nature, 302 was meant for smashing apart enemy fortifications and dug in squads.

Lastly, and by far the most bilious, was 303. Its turret had a pair of enormous drums bolted to either side, with belts feeding into the massive six barreled cannon in the center. Classed as the Punisher variant, it existed for only one purpose, turning entire platoons of-well, orks in this soon to be case-into meat flavored mist. Like its siblings, it too had a hull mounted Lascannon. To the tank's aft was a small crane winch, whose only purpose was to aid in the attachment and detachment of the ammunition drums astride the turret. Two spares adorned the rear of the tank.

>>50979287

The squadron was classed as a frontline multirole unit, able to engage anything up to a Gargant the orks might field, and still provide siegebreak and infantry support duties, sometimes all three simultaneously. Krieg, according to the dossiers the Adepts had been provided, favored easy to maintain and cheap weapon systems, overcoming any deficiencies that result by specializing to their role.

Miria could certainly admire that, as a student of evolutionary biology, speciation to one's chosen niche was the cornerstone of fitness survival. Whereas a Mars Pattern Leman Russ might have been a more versatile platform, 301 was definitely a better pure tank hunter, and probably had cost almost half as much to build. She hummed an old nursery rhyme from her early childhood in binary cant as she worked to get her lab equipment stowed and the fuel injector properly attached. 301 seemed to enjoy them.

"Girls and boys, come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day;
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
And come with your playfellows into the street."

Her still wrenched shoulder muscles protested as she put her back into ratcheting the bulkheads back into place. She did vent a slight cackle at the naiveté of thinking an exo frame would save her from her back pain woes.

"Come with a whoop, come with a call,
Come with a good will or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
You find milk, and I'll find flour,
And we'll have a pudding in half an hour."

Over the hardlink, she could feel 301's processing cycles slowing down, a burbling titter of contentment emanating from its matrices.

+God Emperor I want some pudding.+

>>50979311

A few more turns, and Miria had the last plate back in its position. "There we go. Sleep well 301. I'm off to get some lun-"

*Inhale*

Miria bristled for a moment, then relaxed. "Honored Forgemaster, you startled me-ack!"

She turned to find not the hulking Magos of the factory complex, but a quartet of glass eyed masks staring straight at her. Clad in black greatcoats and standing rigidly still, with a hose snaking down to connect to a small filter unit buckled to the stomach. Miria wondered for a wild moment how they had gotten within mere meters of her without making the slightest noise.

"Ah-ah-ah..." She fancied her eyes must be as wide as searchlights.

Abruptly, the one in the front jabbed an arm forward, hand outstretched. Miria recoiled at the sudden movement, just in time to see a ratchet land in the open palm. Miria stared for a moment, then looked down at her own empty hands. +Oh Frakk.+

She felt heat rising around her collar and cheeks once more. "S-sorry about that. I'm a-a bit of a klutz sometimes."

+ohgodthatsnotsomethinganyoneeverwantstohearabouttheirenginseerohfrakkohballsohemperorpreserveme+

One of the gasmasks to the rear, shorter than the others, cocked their head to one side, and Miria abruptly realized she'd just burst transmissioned that in Technica. It had probably sounded like a choir of farts to someone with no receiver.

+I think I wish that pipe had crushed me.+

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>>50979333
She is so adorable, Even more trips for you anon, i love it

>>50979333
Currently enjoying the adventures of Miria the busty klutz.

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>>50979751
If everyone could go to the Drawthread and thank Eversor i would be very happy <3

This thread just keeps getting better.

>>50975439

Rochas smiled. "So i understand you've been assigned to my care then" he said.

"Yes sir" the Medicae replied. "You are one of the individuals i have been assigned to care for in addition to my other duties. It is time to change your bandages. Please pull your gown to the side so that i may see the wound."

"Of course" He said, a bit startled by her sudden demand, and shifted the gown so that his leg was fully exposed. The entirety of his thigh was wrapped in layers of bandages, and he could see the beginning of a small spot of discolor radiating out from where the wound was. The Medicae placed one hand under his thigh and leveraged his leg into a position where it bent at the knee and raised the back of his leg off of the bed before slipping a round block of wood with some padding around it underneath his knee to hold his leg up. She then began to unwind the bandages.

He watched as her hands passed back and forth and under and over his leg, slowly unraveling the layers of white cloth that swathed his thigh. As she began to remove layers he could see that the further down they went the larger the spot of discoloration was as something seeped slowly through the bandages. Eventually she removed the last layer and he could see the wound itself. It looked awful to him. He could see where the jagged edges had been stitched together with thick heavy sutures, and it weaped some manner of fluid. The flesh looked tight, like it was pulling against the threads holding it together. As he looked at the wound he was amazed he wasn't feeling significant pain.

"Medicae, am i on drugs?" He asked

>>50982219

"Of course sir. You were put on a regimen of painkillers and antibiotics after the operation " said the Krieger as she lightly ran her hands along his thigh around the wound and looked at it. " This is looking very good Sergeant. There is no discoloration of the flesh around the wound that would indicate infection, and no signs of mortification. You appear to be healing well."

"You're telling me that looks good" He said pointing to, what seemed to him at least, the ruined flesh.

"Yes sir" she said as she cleaned the wound and then began to wrap fresh bandages around his thigh "You appear to be responding to treatment favorably."

"Well that's good i suppose" He said as she quickly finished wrapping up his leg and tied the bandaging off before removing the block and slowly lowering his leg back onto the cot. "Thank you Medicae."

"I am only performing my duties Sergeant" she said as she began to turn towards one of the other patients. "If you require help or the use of a bedpan, call for me."

"Understood" He said as she walked away, but what he thought was 'no way in the warp'. He ddin't mind her helping with other things, but if he needed a bedpan he'd wait until she was out and call for one of the orderlies or something.

The remainder of the day was quiet after that. Baiman came back and gave him a small bowl of freeze cream, which he enjoyed, and an orderly came around and brought him and the other bedridden soldiers their meal that evening, but nothing much of note happened. He talked to Baiman for a bit, but they ran out of conversation topics before long, and he found himself just sitting in the Field hospital alone with his thoughts for the most of the day. After dinner he fell asleep for a bit, and then woke up briefly before going to sleep for the night.

>>50982244

The next day was just as boring as the afternoon and evening of the last day had been. The only thing remotely interesting that happened was the discharge of a trooper who was deemed to have recovered sufficiently to return to his unit. Other than that nothing really happened. The orderlies and medics bustled around and looked after the men, changing bandages and distributing medicine. Those that were able would get up and move around or leave the hospital for a bit, but for Rochas who was stuck in his bed there wasn't much to do. He ate, he made conversation with the orderlies who came to give him his drugs along with Baiman and the patients around him, and he napped. Throughout the day he saw the Medicae making her rounds and helping her other patients, and he wanted to talk with her, but he didn't want to distract her from her work so he stayed silent and watched her pass. He went to sleep that night having exchanged only a few words with her when she came to check on him.

By the third day he was seeing a pattern. The morning meal came at the same time as it had the second day, and the same orderlies came and gave him his drugs. He was once more left to his own devices there on the bed. 'If i don't find something to do' he thought to himself 'i shall surely go mad'.

The morning passed slowly, but that afternoon something interesting happened. Shortly after he ate lunch the Medicae approached him. She was pushing a wheelchair in front of her. She came to a stop at the end of his bunk and said "Sir, it is time for your bath."

"Alright" He said "If you'll just help me get to the washroom, i'll take care of that myself."

"That is not possible sir" the Krieger replied "It is important your wound does not get wet. You cannot follow your regular hygienic procedures. Instead, i will be giving you a sponge bath."

"Couldn't i just give myself a sponge bath?" He asked hesitantly

>>50982266
>"Couldn't i just give myself a sponge bath?" He asked hesitantly
I like where this is going.

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>>50982266

Oh my.

Oh goody.

>>50982266

"Negative" she replied emphatically. "You do not know the proper procedure for maintaining proper hygiene without aggravating your wound, and there are areas you could not reach. I will assist you."

He wanted to argue the point, but he knew he wouldn't win. "Very well then Medicea, help me into the wheelchair and lets get this over with." he said resignedly.

She nodded and then helped him stand on his uninjured leg before lowering him into the wheelchair. Once he was seated she began to push him, and they moved away from his bunk towards the back of the building on the opposite side of the exit. He could see there were several doors along the back wall, and could only assume that they led to bathing areas, since that was where they were headed. It felt fantastic to get out of that bed he thought as the moved through the room.

"Medicae" he began "Would it be possible for me to use a wheelchair or crutches to get up and move around a bit during the day? It's rather boring to just sit there."

"I do not have the authority to grant you this request" She said "However i see no reason it should not be possible. I will inquire with the Head Surgeon and inform you of his decision."

"Thank you Medicae" he said as they reached the door. He could hear water running from behind the adjacent door as the Medicae opened up the one in front of him and pushed him into the room. It was a small space. The floor was tiled and there was a drain in the center of the room. Projecting from the back wall was a tile bench of sorts, which is where he assumed he would sit. There was a spigot in one corner with a small tub underneath it, and several shower heads spaced slightly apart along the walls.

The Medicae crouched down and used the spigot to fill the tub, which she then slid across the floor until it was next to the "bench". Then she looked up at Rochas and said "You will need to remove your gown before we can proceed."

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Right well that's it for the night. I will be back in the morning. I intended to update earlier today, and to drop a bit more than this as my way of starting the new year off right and making it up to you all for being so bad about updates, but life happens and this is the best i could do for today. Hope you all enjoyed it and can forgive me for how bad i've been lately. This week should see more regular updates.

>>50982416

That dog is awesome. Also, *pic related*, i'm loving what you're laying down in your story. It's great and i can't wait for more.

>>50982456
She's ether gonna ask him all about his junk again or she is going to know, and I'm not sure which will be more embarrassing/hilarious.
Also CLIIIFFF HANNNNNGGGEEERRR AUUUUGGHH

>>50979333

*Inhale*

*Inhale*

...*Inhale*

None of them were moving. All four of them continued to look straight at Miria, including the one holding the ratchet out before her. The 15 kilogram ratchet for securing anything up to and including ship bulkheads. Miria hastily took the tool from the Krieg's grip, bowing thanks. The soldier transitioned smoothly into a sharp salute, followed almost immediately by their peers. The clacking of boots together was almost a single noise.

All four of them were nearly a full head shorter than Miria, with the one in the rear only coming up to her chest.

Miria forced her mouth to move. "Heello. I. Am. Enginseer. M-Miria Rorken."

+Ugh. I knew I should have been practicing that more.+

The lead Krieg nodded and reached into their breast pocket, producing an official looking Munitorum document. It was in high gothic, but the Krieg dialect resulted in a few words being a little hard for Miria to understand.

+Assignment to...what in the warp is a panzerkampfgruppen? So many of these words look like six or seven words smashed together. Is this some kind of Krieg battle cant? Oh! Tank battalion! These are the crew! My crew!+

She spent a frantic moment fishing her quill out of her robes, got it and the inkwell secured without spilling on herself, and signed everywhere there was a blank spot, just in case. She had gotten very good at signing paperwork in the last few days.

"Here. Y-You go." She handed the paper back to the Krieg, who unrolled it and ran a finger down the list of checkboxes. About three quarters of the way down the finger stopped at an area Miria had signed, and the Krieg looked back up at her. One of the others, following along, did the same. They both saluted again. The two in the back leaned forward minutely to read as well, and then saluted in turn.

+What?+

>>50982831

Oh dear Emperor what did she just sign.

>>50982831

"So...what. Um. Are your. Names?" Miria succeeded in enunciating with her mouth as the silence became pregnant again.

A muffled voice emanated from one of them, probably the one in front. "Guten nachmittag. I am Stabsunteroffizer Three Zero One Alpha, Panzercommandante."

The one adjacent spoke. "Und Ich am Hauptgefreiter Three Zero One Beta, Driver."

"Gefreiter Three Zero One Gamma, Navigator Gunner." Said one of the rear Krieg.

"Gefreiter Three Zero One Delta, Main Gunner." Ended the short one in the corner.

Miria stopped putting away her inkwell. "Your. Names?"

*Inhale*

They all exchanged a look, then started to rattle off alphanumerics again.

+Ah. They don't have names. They're named after their tank. Of course. What?!+

"N-nevermind. Thank you."

The four saluted again and began to strap their equipment to the exterior of 301, who, Miria was certain, was now wide awake and wondering what the cack was going on with all these unfamiliar hands crawling all over it. She bit her lip and schooled her hands and dendrite to remain where they were.

"Stab. Under Officer? Um."

The Krieg seemed to bristle at what Miria was sure was an outright butchery of their title, but no emotion was shown by the blank facade of the mask, nor the voice that drifted from it. "Ja Magos Enginseer?"

"Oh! Um. No. Not Magos. Y-yet. Just. Enginseer please. Or Miria! You. Can call. Me. Miria if you. W-wish." She managed what she hoped was a friendly smile.

>>50982867

*Inhale*

A momentary beat as the Krieg stared at her. "Jawohl Enginseer."

Miria deflated slightly, but pressed on. "Will you not. Store. Your gear. In the b-billets with-?"

"Nein. We will sleep in our machines. Lodgings compromise readiness."

"O-oh."

All four Krieg had stopped their work now, and were looking at her again.

A few more seconds of that eerie staring had Miria making a burbled stammer that approximated a goodbye, and fleeing as fast as her exo harness permitted, whispering silent apologies to 301 and the Omnissiah for abandoning it to the Krieg.

She made it out of the hangar, and leaned against the doorframe, trying to rub the knots in her back.

+Only servitors are named after their functions. Even tech thralls and menials have the name their parents gave them. Names the Emperor is supposed to use to call them unto his side in the hereafter.+

Miria felt a twinge of fear, like she had caught a glimpse of something deep and dark she did not comprehend. The level, even speech, too even. The quiet steps, the fact that each of them had taken exactly fifteen breaths per minute, regardless of what they were doing.

She decided she had better do what she did best when she felt this way. Eat until she felt better or a whole lot worse. +Oh frakk this, I'm getting pudding before it's all gone.+

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while we wait,
Men of the 89th 7-and 8 8 is still WIP and a good chunk of it is notes

http://pastebin.com/gLRSYapL

Have fun, Actual out

>>50982484
So when do the Astartes show up? I was told there would be Ultramarines

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I'm sure I'm at least two threads late, and it's not like it was hard but I did a thing.

>>50979639
>>50979646

Well I'm happy you're happy. Sorry it took so long to setup for the Krieg arrival. We'll all ship out and krump some greenskins soon.

>>50982484

I'm glad you like it. Medicae is just a treat.

I always worry that my pacing is glacial. Especially for a medium famous for its succinct but hilarious greentext stories.

>>50982857

Ehehe

bump

>>50982907
I'm actually curious, is IG downtime even something people cared to read about?

>>50984015
Fuck Yes

>>50984015
I would like to read about it, you're a good writer and worst comes to worst you could just have training or small incursions to deal with.

>>50984025
well thats all 7 and 8 are about. Downtime, and culture clashes between worlds.

>>50984060
I think the drunken, "ok lets shoot the kreig who are about to execute curfew violators" was enough drama

>>50984087
I haven't read 7&8, you said it wasn't finished yet, so waiting on that before I read it. I take it that comment is from what happens on 7&8?

>>50984130
yeah 7 and 8 are readable just not polished, 8 is about a few secenes short of being finished. and wont be finished till I finish The Wolf and the Dog

Since last thread OP said he was hoping to inspire other writers, I did a thing. It's a lot shorter than the other two stories, and the tone is darker. Nevertheless, I hope y'all enjoy.


In spite of the heretical shelling raining down around the trench, you stand straight, at parade rest, your hands steady and your mind pure. On either side of you, your brothers and sisters in arms do the same, the trench lined with dour, gasmask-wearing soldiers, standing at attention.
In your gloved hand you grasp the barrel of your lasgun. It has served you well in many engagements, and will continue to do so until the day your penance is done. In your years of fighting for the Emperor, you have met soldiers from other regiments. Often they had defaced their equipment with their name, tally marks, or words of boasting and bravado. Not so your own. You have always taken care that, although it may be scarred by battle and time, it can serve you faithfully until you need it no longer. Your brothers and sisters share your sentiment.
As the barrage comes to an end, you silently thank the Emperor. Today you will be granted another chance to bring death to His foes, to cleanse this planet of heresy, to repay the sins of your home. Somewhere to your right a shrill whistle is heard, and as one the soldiers filling the trench bring their lasrifles forward and pull their bayonets from their sheaths. You are pleased when the audible 'click' as you lock it in place is as loud and firm as the day it was issued to you.

You step forward and grasp the top of the trench, ready to pull yourself over. Your comrades do the same, lasguns held in one hand, one boot on the firing step. In this moment, before you throw yourself into the fray, the beating of your heart resounds in your ears more deafening than any bombardment. Then the whistle is blown, longer and louder than before.

As one, the soldiers leap up out of the trench, and run. A wave of bodies rushes forward, as the heretics on the other side of the no-man's land open fire. Lead hailstorms and beams of red death scythe through the advancing infantry. But the troopers behind step over their fallen comrades and run on, a silent horde of greatcoat-wearing fanatics charging to their deaths.

You don't turn to look, but a sudden emptiness to your left tells you one of your brothers has gone to the Emperor's table. You leap over a fallen tree, and keep running. The Heretical lines are ahead, you are near enough to see their scarred, tattooed faces go from hatred to alarm to panic.

Then the children of Krieg are upon them.

You jump down, and find yourself face to face with a heretic. He wears the ruined, defiled remnants of a Guard uniform, and swings his lasgun around to meet you. You pull the trigger, blasting a hole in his gut. He falls down, and you step over the dying man. Death is the least of punishments traitors are worthy.

To either side of you your brothers and sisters spill down to join you, and the trench is filled with the roar of chainswords and the wet, meaty sounds of bayonets ripping open flesh. The screams of dying cultists fill the air. A few of your comrades are felled, they fall to the ground in silence, but every time one dies another soldier steps over his corpse to take his place.

Before long, the battle is over. Those heretics left abandon their positions and flee before the might of Krieg. Orders are passed down, and your unit holds position, reinforcing the captured positions and cleansing them of heresy. A pit is dug in no-man's land, bodies are thrown in, and set on fire. You cannot smell the burning flesh through your gas mask, but the black, tar-heavy smoke that rises up like a column is not natural in the least. Their heretical icons join them in the flames.

The slain Kriegers are stripped of their gear, and buried in a shallow grave, some distance from the fire pit. You cannot help but feel jealousy in the pit of your stomach; their duty is done, their sin repaid. They have gone to join the Emperor at his table.

But for you, the penance goes on.

>>50982867
These names...kill me now.

>>50982867
Kriegers have never had an accent this thick. Nor puns for names this bad without being shot for insubordination.

>>50982885
This busty little girl is in for a lot of creepy awkwardness, leave it to Kriegers to make a techpriest seem human.

>>50984015
yes, yes it is.

>>50984703
link
>>50984709
your
>>50984721
damn posts together.

>>50984947
Help an anon out who is bad with puns?

>>50985049
Stabsunteroffizer
stabs under officer

>>50985067
do you even german?

>>50985128

It means staff under officer. Equivalent of a platoon sergeant

>>50984947

Hi this is Proctor on my work mobile. They're uh, not puns at all. Those are all actual ranks from the Bundeswehr.

Germans are funny.

>>50986108
But Krieger's aren't funny...their anti fun.

>>50986315
What are you talking about Krieg have a rich culture of comedic contributions.

Like the one about inappropiate hygiene maintenance that caused the line to be compromised and ended in the exterminatus of the entire planet and a eternity of knowing they failed the emperor.

Big nyuks all around.

>>50986417
You get a pass because of the effort.

>>50986490
Shit i always forget the damn trip stays between boards.

>>50985998
I know, the other guy however interpreted it as some sort of pun

>>50986709

Got it. Though I guess she made it a terrible pun when she tried to say it.

>>50982484
Who does these images? I have a few of them, but can't find the source.

>>50982456

He could feel his face heating slightly as he undid at the knot at the back of his neck that held the gown up and pulled the garment off of his body and cast it aside. He refused to acknowledge his embarrassment. She had no problem with this, so neither would he. This was a matter of maintaining hygiene and proper medical practice, nothing more.

With the Medicae's help he got up out of his wheelchair and onto the bench. Once he was seated she crouched down behind him out of his sight. He stared straight at the tiled wall in front of him. He heard her swishing the water around in the bason and then wringing out the sponge, and then he felt something warm and damp being run across his shoulders. As she slowly dragged the warm sponge across his broad back he realized she had stripped off her gloves. Every so often he would feel a knuckle or the tip of one of her fingers dragging across his skin as she applied the sponge. Once or twice he felt the brush of the heel of her palm during her methodical sweeping motions. She had reached about his mid-back and he was just starting to relax and enjoy the sensation when she spoke up.

"Sir, may i ask you a question?" the Medicae said.

'Oh no' thought Rochas. 'This can't be good'

"Some time ago when i inquired about Batavi you informed me that you were not inducted into a training cadre until you were sixteen, and that prior to that time you lived with your progenitors, who you referred to as 'parents' in a unit called a 'family'." said the Krieger "If it is acceptable, i wish to learn further details concerning your adolescence."

He breathed a small sigh of relief. It wasn't anything overly embarrassing, just something rather personal. Oddly enough he found he didn't really have a problem sharing a bit about his childhood with the Medicae.

"Alright" He said as she moved the sponge across his lower back "give me a moment to think about it, and i'll answer your question."

>>50986315
Krieg are described as having "gallows humor"

so things like. "Good soil to be buried in" Because Krieg humor is not laughing matter

>>50990482
This always makes me want to write something with a group of Harlequins and Kriegers being forced to work together in a theater.
>Death Jester actually gets grunts of amusements from the Korpsmen.

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>>50990482

Any idea what Krieg civil society is like? I get that their whole society is on a total war economy that makes cadia seem peaceful, but who administrates them? Is it the loyalist nobles from jurtens war?

>>50990914
Most likely, military rule. You have to remember that the Autarchs and much of the Nobles were behind the Heresy to start with. There, more than likely, is a dislike towards Nobility and the like among the Korps from that. I imagine the Korps itself, if not the Munitorium/Adminstratum directly oversee society and the rationing of material and breeding.

>>50990914

Honestly based on what i've read it seems to be some combination of a military junta and administratum over-watch, but it's never really said outright. They don't really give us too much concrete information on Krieg itself, we just get a lot of descriptions of various battles and victories the Death Korps was involved in. Based on the fact that in the war it was the decadent nobles who rebelled and caused all the problems i have reason to believe it unlikely that there would be nobility on Krieg. I imagine it would function a bit like a Death Korps regiment. Promotion by merit of survival. We know from canon that they have Generals who order the different Regiments around, who are presumably veterans. I think it probable that some of said Generals are sent to manage things on Krieg, but that's just my opinion.

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>>50990748
???

>>50991047
An older anon read the books and said that a Commissar who went to Krieg was horrified by the place, which basically regularly killed their own population in live fire training so the best of the best could actually go to war and die for the emperor. Most of Krieg just... dies.

Basically take Germany in ww1, but don't actually take germany just imagine yourself in a trench deep in french territory, artillery whizzing over your head.

And that's it. That's your life. Forever.
They are born in war and end in war, but not in the real war of Cadia where Chaos regurally spits foes out in a suicidal dream of depraved glory. No one wants Krieg not even the most addled plague marine is interested in that hellhole for it is sterile and what life can Nurgle bless where even Papa's precious rot can't fead.
The eldar do not want it for what use have it to their craftworlds? The Dark eldar do not want it cause the Krieg can not scream and there is no joy to that.

The tau do not want it because their misery and selflessness raises questions about how far the greater good goes that are best left for another time. Like never.

Slaanesh does not want Krieg for the Perfect Prince demands perfection and Krieg exists on flaws.

Even Khorne, who lost many of his finest to Krieg supremacy do not want Krieg, for Kriegers do not enjoy battle they simply know it. How dare the bronze hordes have their bloodshed tempered by joyless ants?

And the tyranids do not want it because there is more to eat on easier places. They will eat it later but there are tastier rocks elsewhere.

So the Krieg's just fight amongst themselves, and slaughter themselves, all so they can slaughter and be slaughtered elsewhere.

Like all grimdarkness their penance is exaggerated to the points of inefficency. If Krieg could learn peace with themselves then their numbers will be high enough that they do not need the womb, but to do so would imply they inherently have worth.

And that's just silly.

>>50990134

After thinking about what to say for a minute he began to speak. "As i said before i was born in the lower levels of Ultrecht hive. I was the first child of my parents to survive to birth. My mother had difficulty conceiving and carrying a child to term. Father blamed the living conditions in our hab. In any case when i was born, a big healthy baby boy, they were ecstatic."

He paused a moment before continuing. "My father was a technician at a waste processing plant, as had been his father, and his father before him, but he wanted something better for me. He took extra shifts so they'd be able to afford getting me an education. I never saw much of him when i was a kid.He tended to come home in the night after i was asleep and leave in the morning before i got up on most days. Only ever really saw him at church or on holy days. My mother was a seamstress. She would work while i was in class. I was training to be an administrator. We were happy enough i suppose, it wasn't like we were destitute or anything. My father made good money for a lower hive laborer."

The Medicae was silent as he spoke. She just kept scrubbing his back as he droned on about his childhood. "That was what life was like until i was about nine, and then things changed. My mother got pregnant unexpectedly. My parents didn't expect it to live, but the baby survived. My little brother Agner. He was a tiny little thing, but by the Throne did he have a set of lungs on him. I swear you could hear him wailing from across the street."

Rochas smiled at the memory "I was such a twat then. I hated him for getting me up in the night and taking my parent's attention. My dad had to sit me down and explain to me that Agner was my little brother, and that as big brother it was my job to look after him and love him,and that he was disappointed in me. After that i straightened out, and we got along great. He was nine when i shipped out. I still remember him crying when i told him i had to leave."

>>50991355
I've read all the books too. The Kriegers who are killed in live fire are those who are deigned useless by the Korps, typically because of underlying genetic issues.

As for the Tyranids, Down Amongst the Dead Men covers that. It is a small story from the point of one of the Live Fire men. He ends up killing a cancer-ridden Genestealer that had been sleeping in the ruins of one of the destroyed cities. I.E, that means Krieg won't be any kind of attraction for the 'nids in the future.

>>50991465
Im actually having trouble figuring out if that makes Krieg less or more dark then what i said.

I guess less?

>>50991465

While it is true that in Down Amongst the Dead Men the Krieger who's point of view we follow was selected to die, the impression given in Dead Men Walking and in the Seige of Vraks books is that the warfare on the surface of Krieg is widespread and covers the surface of the planet. Either there are a lot of defective Kriegers, or there are viable one's killing each other, and the books specifically say that they Kill each other for the Honor of serving the Emperor. It cannot be said with certainty, but i am fairly certain that Down Amongst the Dead Men was anecdotal, and that while that is a practice it does not describe the entirety of the warfare on Krieg's surface, as that would conflict with other sources of Canon. But again, that's just my opinion based on my interpretation of the Seige of Vraks books along with Dead Men Walking and Down Amonst the Dead.

>>50991602
>There's so little on Krieg to live on, and so much background radiation that the things that live on sterile spacehulks can't even survive.

>>50991602
Depends on what you think is worse,
Everyone has a equal chance to die in training,
Or Selected people are killed en mass due to eugenics
I think eugenics are darker.

>>50991366

He was pulled out of his musings by the sound of the Medicae's voice. "Sir, may i make a further inquiry?"

He snorted at how she always asked and said "Of course Medicae"

"You said you were training to be an administrator, why were you selected for military service?" the Krieger asked.

"Well I wasn't selected, I volunteered" He said with a frown. "And as for why...when I was thirteen my father died in an accident at the plant where he worked."

The Sergeant hadn't intended to talk about this, but it just kind of came spilling out. " The containment unit for the chlorine gas used to treat the waste material had been corroded, and the facilities' overseers had either not noticed it happening, or failed to replace it if they did. The tank ruptured and the compartment my father was working in flooded with chlorine gas. He and four other workers were killed."

"Your father was killed by a chemical weapon while working in a waste processing facility?" The Krieger asked. If she had been anyone else he was sure her tone would have been incredulous. As it was he thought he could detect some fluctuation in her monotone.

"Yes" He said. "Chlorine gas is good for killing a lot more than just people you know. If you use it to aerate waste water it kills the bacteria as well. It's dangerous to handle, but it's cheap and efficient so it gets used. As long as you follow proper safety procedures it's safe enough, but a lot of facilities don't. Protective gear is expensive after all." That last line came out bitter. He had never forgiven the plant for his father's death. If they had at least had masks they might have lived, but that would have cut into profits.

>>50992632

"After that things were hard" Rochas said quietly "Without father's income mother struggled to put food on the table. I dropped out of the program and looked for odd jobs to help make ends meet. I ended up in a factory for a while, then one day when i was on my way back to our home after a long shift i was approached by a recruiter for the PDF youth group. He had me sold as soon as he said there was a steady wage and quoted me what i could earn. I followed him back to the recruiting station that night and signed up then and there after lying about my age. Mother was furious with me, but what was done was done, and the money was enough to get us back on our feet and even pay for Agner to get an education since I did well in the entrance testing and they moved me into the advanced program. A few years after that when i was a member of the PDF proper the tithe came up and i was selected for the honor of joining the Guard as a member of the new regiment's Alpha company."

His story finished he fell silent. He felt better than he usually did after something reminded him of his father's death, almost light.

"Thank you for answering my question sir" The Krieger said after pausing a moment to make sure he had finished speaking.

"It's not a problem Medicae. Thank you for listening" Rochas said. It kinda felt good to have someone who was interested in his past. "Medicae, if you don't mind, would you tell me about your childhood? I know you were surprised when i told you i hadn't joined up until i was a teenager, but i was equally surprised to hear you'd been put into training when you were a small child. I'm curious what it was like."

She was silent for a while after that and she stopped washing his back with the sponge. He was worried he had somehow upset her when she said "I am not certain i wish to tell you sir."

Alright, be back later this evening to continue. I must away. So, what do you all think of this latest development?

Also, and this is just cause i figure i'll get at least one anon who will ask, yes chlorine gas is used in waste water treatment. No i didn't pull that out of thin air. I used to work at a waste water treatment plant. I still remember the day me and my supervisor changed a gas tank without any protective gear. Pretty sure that was illegal, or at least i think it should be if it isn't. I spent the whole time thinking about pictures i had seen of gas attack survivors from WW1 in school. Anyway that's where this came from.

Have a nice day anons.

>>50992849
>Also, and this is just cause i figure i'll get at least one anon who will ask, yes chlorine gas is used in waste water treatment. No i didn't pull that out of thin air. I used to work at a waste water treatment plant. I still remember the day me and my supervisor changed a gas tank without any protective gear. Pretty sure that was illegal, or at least i think it should be if it isn't. I spent the whole time thinking about pictures i had seen of gas attack survivors from WW1 in school. Anyway that's where this came from.
That sounds fun. Glad you survived, unlike daddy Rochus.

Current development is solid, looking forward to hearing her talk about Krieg.

>>50992674
>He was worried he had somehow upset her when she said "I am not certain i wish to tell you sir."
Oh shit, its about to get sad up in here.

bump

>>50992674
Well, Medicae has some secrets. Either that or she realizes Krieg is different enough to make him uncomfortable.

>>50992849

Real life is often the best inspiration. It certainly comes off as the most authentic.

I'm just glad it sounds like she still is engaged and interested with the world, instead of in a frustrated martyrdom funk.

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>>50992849

Ah! I had the greatest time touring our city's treatment plant in high school. The bacterial culture tanks were especially cool.

And yes changing those tanks without PPE is double plus illegal. We handle chlorine in the lab sometimes and suited technicians do the work.

OOC: I am working on the next bit.

>>50990983
>>50991047
>>50991355
>>50991641

This information from people who have read the books (I actually haven't I just read the wikis.) has helped immensely. In that several of my characterization plans are now ruined. Worry not, I shall improvise.

Bright side, I just finished outlining what I want to do in the story, so no meandering endless episodic humdiggery. We got places to go, things to kill, lewdness, crippling existential despair, lewdness, home cooked meals, lewdness.

>>50990914

In keeping with this question, does anyone know why some Krieg have names and others seem not to? I had assumed it was a demarcation of nobility or perhaps non vitae birth, but can someone clarify since it seems Krieg nobles probably don't exist?

>>50997248
Krieg to Krieg probably only has designations between them based on everything.

They seem to accept other names given to them by outsiders for recognition with little to no complaint as long as an explanation is given.

>>50997248

Writefag here, two of those info dumps were actually mine. If you'd like i can share what i learned when i read through it all if.

As far as the name thing goes it's interesting. It depends on the source. See in Dead Man Walking one of the only named Krieg characters is the Colonel, who is referred to as Colonel 182 (i may be getting the number wrong). We are told by the Commisssar that prior to the death of the previous Colonel 182 he was known as Major Alpha. He was then promoted and became Colonel 182. This suggests to me that the krieg use their designations in place of names. However in the seige of Vraks books there are named Krieg characters. This contradiction interests me as i am uncertain how to reconcile it. My personal head canon is that the names were probably given them by individuals who were not from Krieg, or they were given them to help them interact with individuals from other planets. As far as i could determine there is no canon answer for why some had names and others only had designations. If i missed something during my research and another anon knows the answer please let me know.

Update in a bit, i got one or two things to do before i can start updating.

>>50997248
I'll say see >>50997426
A bit of humanity makes sorrow all the more bitter. Hence the rubric marine and guardman story.

Krieg only exist by serial numbers, but occasionally these stoic soldiers are given a name by their foreign comrades. It's stupid and pointless but its more efficient for troopers to use callsigns they recognize them the accurate ones so its a temporary greviance.

Eventually they realize this name is all they have, it is what makes them closer to the normal people, the lucky shits who's planets WERE loyal and did not have to pay the Penance. That, despite all that was done, at least someone considerd you a person and not a drop of santariacid to be used to wash the dataslate clean.

A krieg guardmen, once given a name by others, keeps it, its simpler and easier to remenber "Mopes" then it is to remember 2341-5b.

And its also all the guardsman has.

>>50992674

"Why?" He asked, unable to understand her reluctance. She didn't seem capable of embarrassment, so he wondered why she would be unwilling to tell him.

"I believe it would negatively effect your opinion of me, and i do not wish that to happen" the Krieger said. "Based on your description our experiences were radically different, and i believe that you would find the details of my training to be disturbing based on my understanding of your culture."

Well that answer in and of itself was somewhat concerning, but Rochas figured he could already guess the gist of what he would hear if she opened up and told him. He knew that she had been inducted into the military when she was four, that they had a rigorous training regime which she had done well in, and that she had been raised to believe her purpose in life was to die for the Emperor. He figured she'd tell him about learning to strip a lasgun and reload an autocannon as a little girl, or about how they were indoctrinated. Honestly he didn't see how it could get much more disturbing than the fanaticism that Krieg instilled into it's soldiers. He was of course willing to die in the Emperor's service himself if necessary, but he would much rather live to continue to serve Him, and he was sure even the most devout member of the Regiment would agree with him on that.

But while perhaps somewhat disturbing he could accept that her faith in the Emperor was slightly different than his own. After all they still both worshiped the Emperor and wanted to serve Him, and he was given to understand there were planets in the Imperium with far more esoteric beliefs. He was sure that whatever the Medicae told him it couldn't be that bad, and in any case whatever had happened in the past he knew her now, and he trusted her.

"Medicea" He said softly "I promise you that nothing you tell me will change how i think of you."

After a moment she answered quietly "Very well then, i will comply with your request"

>>50999044
Poor poor Rochas.

>>50999044

Oh fug. Well at least he won't have to worry about getting hard in the tub anymore.

>>50998293
>>50997426

In Fall of Orpheus, under 'Morale & Doctrine: The Cult of Sacrifice', page 163-164, they reference the use of 'Honoured Names'.

As the Korpsmen are inducted in their regiments, they lose any previous name they had and are given a serial code. Thus, they might have had a normal name before.

However, the text also mentions that they can regain a name by being martyred or committing an extreme act of valour in battle. This could explain why some are named; they are either referenced posthumously (and therefore their names are used) or they have simply earned one, e.g. Death Korps Marshal Karis Venner.

>>50999805
Or we could go that route it makes sense since its similar to what the custodes do.

>>50999805

This is very good to know.I'll need to go back and read that for future reference. Are there any other texts you know of which i may have overlooked that could provide useful information?

I'm not quite sure how to use this. I'll have to think about it. It doesn't necessarily refute my interpretation, they could theoretically coe-exist depending on what exactly is in the text, but it could refute it depending on how you look at it. I'll have to figure out how much i want to change or if i'll just move forward with what i had planned. Thank you anon, that was both very helpful, and sadly problematic.

>>50999805

Alright, i just read it. Good stuff, and after reading it i do not believe it to be incompatible with the idea that some of them at least did not have names at all, though it may indicate that some of them did.What standds out to me is In the second half of the paragraph where it says that it is believed that the names given to meritous Death Korpsmen are drawn from the census of Krieg at the time of the rebellion, and that each soldier who earns such a name symbolically bears a soul from that time back to the Emperor's light, which i think is awesome. Really adds some depth to their Death cult in my opinion, but this information doesn't seem to be at odds with what i had planned and sadly is unlikely to come up in my story. If i can find a way to include it i will, but i don't think i can so i'm afraid it may just have to linger on the shelf until my next project.

>>51000032

Don't worry. I needed something like this to make one of my characters work. Yay.

>>50999044

"I was inducted into training cadre 3-0-0-6-5 as Juvenile trainee seventy two zero five hundred, the seventy second of the five hundred children in my training cadre. Each morning we were instructed in the function and maintenance of the Emperor's holy armaments. How to strip and service an autocannon and how to maintain a lasgun. My cadre was intended for the infantry rather than an armored regiment, so our morning instruction was relatively brief compared to others. Following morning instruction were drills and practical exercises, including obstacle courses and physical conditioning. We were then sent to the priests who instructed us in the worship of the Emperor. We were taught to hate the mutant, the psycher, the heretic, and the foul xeno, as well as of our own debt to the Emperor and our duty to pay it."

'Well that doesn't sound too bad' thought Rochas. 'About what i had expected.'

"Weakness and failure were punished promptly and severely. Counterproductive emotional displays and actions were not tolerated. Trainees who continued to fail or show weakness were removed from the training cadre and executed" She continued.

The sergeant winced when he heard that. After all children make mistakes, and children can be somewhat emotional. Imagining himself as a child being punished for an emotional outburst, or for making a mistake, knowing that if he didn't correct his behavior he may someday die for it he thought that would be absolutely crushing. No wonder the Kriegers were all so emotionally stunted. 'Alright that was pretty bad' he thought 'but it couldn't get much worse then that right?'

>>51000269

"When i was seven and a half years old i was given an infant to care for, as was each other member of my training cadre. It was not explained why i was given this infant, and i did not ask. On the day that my training cadre turned eight we were informed that the infants we had been caring for were mutants with genetic defects that made them unclean in the eyes of the Emperor and unworthy of life in his service, and ordered to terminate them. I carried out that order. Those who were unable to comply with the order were separated from the rest of us and then those of us who had obeyed that order were then formed into groups, and each group was assigned to a trainee who had failed to carry out the Emperor's will. We were then ordered to beat the unworthy cowards to death and purge our cadre of weakness. We complied."

He was sure that his face reflected the horror he felt. If the Medicae saw his expression it did not give her pause, as she continued to speak without stopping.

"Following this right of passage our training was increased. In addition to continuing weapons drills and religious instruction we began to be instructed in hand to hand combat by a Watchmaster. We practiced by fighting with other members of the cadre. The Watchmaster would provide instruction and then he would split us into groups and order us to fight. Sometimes the groups were even, sometimes they were not. Occasionally one trainee would be made to fight many, or the Watchmaster would order us to fight one another individually. Injuries were not uncommon, and several trainees had to be removed from the program. I killed a trainee during a scrum by driving shards of bone into his brain matter when i smashed his nose. The Watchmaster praised me for my ferocity."

>>51000301

"You already know how i was able to secure a place in a provisional regiment through the help of the priest who instructed me, but i neglected to tell you about my final test prior to my graduation from my training cadre. When i was twelve we were formed into groups and armed before being sent into the tunnels to hunt mutants. Several of my group did not return, but those of us who did were sent to Provisional Regiments and made Probationary Guardsmen. I and my regiment then waged war against other cadets on the surface of Krieg for two years before earning the right to be made a member of the Korps proper and being shipped off planet to fight for the Emperor" she said and then fell silent.

When she had finished speaking Rochas turned and embraced her, pulling her tight against his bare chest and ignoring the discomfort he felt as the corners of her armor dug into his flesh. It wasn't a conscious decision on his part so much as an instinctive reaction to what he had heard.

"Sir, what are you doing?" The Medicae asked.

"This" the sergeant said with a voice thick with emotion "Is called a hug Medicae. It is a gesture that serves many functions. In this instance it is meant to give comfort" Though rather that comfort was intended for the Medicea or for himself he wasn't really sure. By the Golden Throne that had been terrible to listen to. "Thank you for sharing that with me Medicae, i'm grateful, and i think no worse of you for it" he said. Though he did want to go find whoever had designed that program and introduce them to the bore of his pistol.

"Understood sir" Said the Krieger. "Sir, would you please release me? I have yet to finish bathing you."

Right well that's it for tonight. We continue in the morning. Now i figure there will probably be questions. The Medicae's story is based in part of canonical passages, but a pretty large portion of it was spun whole cloth from various modern and historical practices slightly modified to fit the Korps. If anyone has any questions or wonders why i included certain parts or what the inspiration behind them was please ask. I'm happy to clear things up.

>>51000415
Dammit writebro I didn't ask for a double dose of feels

>>50982885

++3160921.M41, Pallas System, Interplanetary Space++

Outside the window, suspended in a sunbeam, rested the entire cosmos. Stars innumerable filled the sky, yet almost all Miria surveyed belonged to the Emperor of Mankind. It ought to have comforted her more.

Over the preceding week things had only gotten stranger. The rest of the Krieg had arrived, and every one of them insisted on billeting inside their vehicles. Like Miria, most of the Adepts had no idea what to make of them. A few days of field testing had followed, with the Krieg crews putting the vehicles through their paces in the countryside around the city proper. It was the height of planting season, and many civilians stopped their work in the fields to wave or observe the convoys as they passed. Some bolder citizens attempted to hand flowers or gifts to the crews, who never took them. Miria herself received a basket of homemade griddlecakes, a childhood favorite, and munched happily in one of the Atlas support tanks while the din of shellfire and the lingering, teeth rattling notes of lascannons carried in the distance.

At the end of each day of exercises, the commanders of 301, 302, and 303 would each hand her a copy of their operations report, filled out in color coded triplicate, with all matters requiring her attention highlighted or underlined. Miria was proud to say that her prepwork had paid off, and she found herself conducting fewer late night fixes than most of her cohort. Amaranthine, she noted with sly satisfaction, seemed to be mired in gun calibrations for her Basilisks every evening.

After five days of trials, followed by a somewhat ceremonial testing of the vehicles NBC capabilities by a five hour drive through the periphery manufactora waste dumps on the way back, and the Krieg 209th Armoured Regiment was christened with as little fanfare as Miria had ever seen in her life.

>>51000345

>>51000472

The ceremony in the motor pool before the massive maws of the dropships had seen the Regimental Commander, Oberst 209, sign a massive roll of parchment held up by an Administratum scribe and accept the hand off of the regimental colors. The Mechanicus auxiliary units, of which Miria was a part, stood off to the side, but near enough to see much of what little happened. No speech was given. Then it was onto the dropships.

Miria had been to space only once before. An insystem transport had taken her and her cadre mates of the Genetor Aspirant to a Mechanicus facility on the far side of Pallas' moon, to study under Magos Xenologis Heverian for several months when she had been in year seven. Magos Heverian had lost his jaws, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, most of his cranium and 35 percent of his brain to the acidic bite of a Tyranid organism, and deciding the creature owed it to him, had grafted the Tyranid's bleached skull over what remained of his own. He recovered most of the faculties he had lost via the Rite of Pure Thought, replacing the melted cerebral tissues with overclocked logic engines. Miria remembered that the breathing tubules of his transplanted head had steamed constantly. Half her cadre had switched their specialization to botany upon their return. Miria hated space.

Her musings were interrupted by a slightly more audible than normal inhalation, what passed for a polite cough among the Krieg, she had been coming to realize. She turned, and standing behind her in the viewing bay was 301 Alpha, in full rebreather kit as ever, despite the inherent absurdity when everyone was at this moment sucking down recycled air anyway.

>>51000478

Did you accidentally post before you wrote your comment friend?

>>51000488

No, Miria realized. Alpha was without their greatcoat. And helmet! A square looking hat with a pair of earflaps that folded in the front above the brim sat where the helmet usually rested and-

+Hair!+

Sure enough, beneath the brim of the hat and behind the contact point of the mask Miria could see a sliver of close cropped blonde hair, paler still than her own sandy mane, almost so pale as to be white.

And beneath, as somewhat expected, was a set of sharp black fatigues very practically bedecked with pockets. On Alpha's hip rested a laspistol, and on the other side the 45cm bayonet carried by all Krieg.

Miria blurted the first thing that came to mind. "All your uniforms. Are v-very similar. How do you tell. Rank quickly without those. Great big s-stripes on your coats?"

301 Alpha pointed to a trio of grey cloth bars stitched onto their collar. "Enginseer, am I disturbing you?"

+On many levels, yes.+

"N-not at all! Fine view of the s-solar system isn't it?" She gestured with one arm and her dendrite as a cargo shuttle drifted past.

The Krieg did not turn to look. "I have been informed by the Quartermaster that suitable equipment has been procured for you."

"Eh? F-For me?"

"Ja. I regret being unable to equip you properly during our exercises on planet. All of our nonessential and reserve gear was left on the transports. It was an oversight I did not anticipate and if you desire it I shall submit myself for disciplinary action."

"What? No!" +What?+

"Thank you for your leniency Enginseer, I shall ensure the error does not happen again." Alpha saluted.

"The Quartermaster will see you now for fitting." From one of their numerous pockets appeared a familiar document, the one bearing Miria's signature from the week before, this time stamped by some Munitorum functionary in numerous places.

"Oh. Uh, o-ok." +I guess it makes sense that I would get some kit from the Krieg staff.+

>>51000507

It occurred to Miria that she didn't even know what long range vox frequency her squadron used to operate, nor what their scrambler protocols were. How was she supposed to get in touch with her men and do things like long distance troubleshooting when they were out in the field without stuff like that? If her father's combine was any indication of the norm, vehicles invariably broke at the worst possible times, and she might need to talk someone through a patch job so they could limp back to her in the field depot.

+Doing some tech support drills during those exercises would have been good. Now the first time I need to do this I'll be sweating bullets into the microphone with people dying at the other end every time I stutter.+

Miria took the document and tucked it into a sleeve, bowing. "Thank you, 301 Alpha."

"Enginseer Rorken."

+Hmph. Actually got a name this time. Wonder what I did?+

Damn. Just, damn. Good post

>>51000518

Oh jeez i think i just figured out what she signed. She's riding with the tank isn't she?

>>51000415

I am now glad I have not read these books. Dear god. I thought it would be like the roman decimation but that is beyond the pale.

>>51000496
Fuck.... why is that 1/2chan can't have sound for webm?

>>51000589

Honestly most of what probably got to you was the product of my mind. The books just say it's brutal, a lot of them die, and they kill each other. In Dead Men Walking the Watchmasters make the PDF trainees fight each other so i figured that probably happened on Krieg, and another Watchmaster told the trainees that they were soft and that when he was in his early teens he was sent with his group to hunt mutants so i put that in. But the bit with the infants and the quasi decimation was the product of my diseased mind and some trivia about desensitization training used by some elite military forces(including german special forces if my sources are correct). Of course they use a chicken or a dog and not an infant, but i figured hey this is 40k everything should go up to 11.

>>51000635
It was well done

bamp through the niiiight

>>51000518

Imperial Navy Troop Transports were baroque and ancient affairs, generally arranged with cavernous interior spaces big enough to hold the legions of the Collegia Titanica punctuated by a honycomb of smaller chambers more fit for the bodies and machines of mere mortals. In this case, the Providential Deliverance had within its confines no less than three regiments in the form of the 209th, just returned from Pallas, as well as the Krieg 111th Siege Regiment, newly reformed and rechristened after its complete annihilation in the Padua Campaign, along with the freshly reassembled Batavian 86th Infantry, it too having been retired from operability a few years earlier due to high casualties sustained fighting the Tau in the galactic east. The few Batavian officers who remained from the regiment's last incarnation did speak well of the campaign's result, despite its high cost, with several new worlds being successfully colonized in the Emperor's name.

Miria found the office of the quartermaster without managing to get lost, though she did have the benefit of being able to ping the nearest passing servitor with a location query. As she entered, a Krieg looked up from the paperwork he was filling out, surrounded on all sides by all manner of battle rattle, as her father had called it. Helmets, masks, coats, boots, fatigues, belt buckles, socks, everything one might need to dress a soldier adorned the shelved walls or floors in boxes. A few things even hung from the ceiling.

Miria came to a stop in front of him and slipped the paper from her sleeve, smoothing it out so he could read it. Like Alpha before him, his finger slid down the boxes till it arrived at that third one from the bottom. Kampftechniker something or other, it had said. The dialect words had been thick in that entry.

The Krieg nodded once, and pointed through a door from which Miria now realized was emanating a most curious sound. Almost like the whine of a fan...

>>51001489

"Have the atmospheric cyclers on this deck been serviced recently?"

The Krieg nodded.

Miria narrowed her eyes at him, but he almost immediately returned to his work. Her paper had been placed on the stack he was currently processing.

The next room was obviously a medical ward of some kind, with far, far too many servitors lining the walls. Full body servitors, not the usual wheeled medicae assistance ones bedecked with ampoules and monitoring leads one sees in hospitals above a certain budget. The operating tables were wrong too. Thick metal slabs, with the foot draining into a catchbasin. This place looked like a morgue. The high pitched whine was louder on this side, and then came to a strangled halt a moment later. Miria heard a frustrated grunt.

"Hello?" She ventured.

"Guten Tag." A face leaned out around the corner, or rather, another ubiquitous Krieger gasmask.

+Oh God Emperor.+

Almost the entire left half of the mask was coated in bright arterial blood. Even as Miria watched in increasing horror, a few lingering droplets pooled and fell from the bottom of the filter module. As the man stepped out into the overhead lights, she saw that a gore drenched apron was draped over his black fatigues. In his hand was a circular saw, equipped with a rather ineffective seeming splatter shield. In his other hand was a comparatively neatly severed human forearm, a tourniquet tied around the beginnings of the bicep.

"You have arrived. Disrobe and I will be zere momentarily."

+What?!+

"No!" Was all she could think to scream, recoiling against the opposite wall.

The Krieg paused, tilting his head. "Disrobe...please?"

Bump. I like the content we're getting.

Good writing, keep it up.

>>51000635
Eh Krieg is grim enough to do something like that so i don't think your to far off on that besides the only resource they have on that rock is body's your doing good work keep it up.

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>>50991355
You just explained why no one in 40k wants Krieg, and your explanations make sense. But you forgot the Orks. Because a planet of endless war sounds like where orks want to go when they die.

>Zog me, Grimtoof, just lookit dis place! Lookit all deez mask-hoomies just waitin' to run into me choppa!
>Itz bootiful, iz wot it iz. Oi, look over dere! Guttstompah jus' caught a shell between 'is teef, the git!

>>51006154

Eh Orks have been shown a degree of sanity regarding these things, actually being sickened by the display of a khorne warhorde they fought with. Cause Khorne don't foight right dey jus liek hurtin things and dont git me wrong Gronk like ta krump some gits as much as the next Morklites, but... were's da sport in goin for the eyes an sich?

det aint even cunning dat jus mean dat wat dat is.

Krieg I think is similar. I think Orks, upon invading Krieg will have a good scrum for five hours, then a Twilight zonian dawning will befall them where they realize they aren't having any fun and the air is toxic enough their spores aren't growing so they can't even get a pint of fungus beer and they realize that these gits are just buzzkills that's what they are and leave Krieg and its suicide bombing children and swear never to talk about it.

Krieg gets upset about this unprecidented case of Ork retreat because it was there first chance to all die for the Emperor rather then die for nothing. And thus Orks learn to avoid the gasmask gits whenever they are on a battlefield.

Thus setting the stage for Foight can bloom, the love tale between a Krieg panzer crew and a skwad of Lootaz after their baneblade.

>>51006376
I would read this as a shonen manga where the Krieg have to learn the joy of competition and a good fight. There could be a tournament arc and everything.

>>51007267

Kreig Unit 2310-5 Was just a average waste resynth worker, shipped overstars to insure that the Guard excrement was reoptimized to nutritious Imperial Nutrirations until one day the Orks attacked.

Captured by the green tide, the orks discover that "Moddy git" has a unique talent, his shoveling shittery has provided him remarkable arm strength capable of easily knocking ork teef off. After denting the warboss's jaw, the Grimtoof clan formely inducts him as head Gretchin, forcing "Moddy Git" in the multi klan grot off.

Along the way Moddy Git learns that the real Emperor is the friends you make along the way.

Featuring excessive fanservice from a random Eldar judge/love interest.

>>51007403
That is the worst fanfic, and I would read the shit out of it.

>>51007403
With appropriate amounts of ridiculousness I too would read the shit out of this.

>>51007403
I would read that.

bump

>>51001525

(Posting from the toilet at work)

Miria's bulging eyes darted from the bloody man with the severed arm to the impassive cyborgs lining the walls.

"I don't wanna be turned into a servitor!" She frantically slapped the release key on the door behind her, to no avail. "I am Adeptus Mechanicus Biologis, servant of the Deus Machina! We MAKE servitors, we don't become one!" She wailed.

"That is not the purpose of your visit. Unless I am the victim of a most flagrant clerical error."

Miria stared at him, hyperventilating.

"...Also I am not qualified to carry out such a procedure."

A few seconds ticked past on a chronometer stuck to the wall. It was getting close to lunch, ship time.

"Perhaps there has been some misund-"

"WHY ARE YOU COVERED IN BLOOD?"

The man raised his saw slightly, and it gave a quick buzz.

Miria felt her color rising despite herself. "I asked why not how! The mechanism of action is quite clear to me thank you!" The door lock gave an angry electronic blurp as she pounded again.

Was that a sigh? Did she just hear a Krieger sigh in exasperation? "My patient has expired. I am repossessing his materials to treat future patients." He moved off to the side of the room and opened a refrigerated drawer that expelled a hiss of condensation.

Miria watched him place the arm within, and remove his apron. He unhooked the saw blade from its motor and threw it in one of the catchbasins.

During this, she slowly slid off the wall, her dendrite beginning to uncoil.

>>51010285
I very sincerly thought that was what the medicae's medical equipment was for desu.

Kriegers get access to some top of the line gene mods and ware because its known they will use it. So I assumed the quatermaster's job was to recycle the Emperor's currency once spent.

Bump for the Bump God!

Bump

Love&Kreigv2.0 writefag now desperately needs a trip. What shall we name him, anons?

>>51013541
Ultragayspacenazi

>>51013541
fag&krieg2

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>>51013541
BataviAnon

>>51013541
Bööt

>>51013670
>BataviAnon
Winner.

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>>51013984
>BataviAnon
I also approve of this name

>>51014266
Looks like these dubs decided it

>>51013670
>>51013984
>>51014266
>>51014290

Well i seem to have been Christened while i was away. Updates in the works. Hope everyone has been doing well.

I can't believe i didn't do this, i meant to bu >>50984703
>>50984709
>>50984721

Nicely done. If you feel like it i'd love to see more.

>>51010285

Lo i am shamed by your dedication.

>>51014868
Happy birthday!

>>51014868

I'm enjoying it and I'm enjoying your stuff a lot.

Don't think my earlier statement means I'm not still invested. I guess I just had not really squared with how fundamentally broken these people are. Medicae has quite the climb ahead of her.

Also congrats on the name.

>>51015267

I didn't mean that sarcastically or as an insult or anything, just in case i was missunderstood, i meant it as 'wow he's even updating from work. That's impressive.' Never thought you were dropping out on us, and i'm loving your work.

As for the name..eh thanks i guess. I don't really care one way or the other but apparently there are anons who feel that me having one is important so if it makes things easier for them i don't mind.

>>51015568

Nono, not at all, I was just concerned that my earlier comment about your very well written (feels were strongly felt) section in the bath had sounded like condemnation. It's not. Just, surprised. Keep going, we're all loving it.

>>51015267
>>51015568
>>51015885
This feels like a "nice-off", an exploration of how nice anons can be to each other. Keep on keepin' on, writefags.

>>51015918

Ya'll made us put faces on mate. Can't be acting like a total jackass when there's something other than Anonymous at the top.

Actually based on what I have seen from some trips that is not the case at all, but you take my meaning.

>>51010285

The man seemed to be electing to give her space, as he went about cleaning himself up. Off came the uniform tunic, revealing a simple cream colored shirt beneath, somehow draped with even more pockets. God Emperor the Krieg loved pockets. The hands beneath the gloves were spotted with age, but not withered. Half of the ring and pinkie were gone from his left hand. Then the mask came off, and Miria got to see her first Krieg face.

Steel grey eyes, large with dark retinas, and the palest skin Miria had ever seen on something other than a servitor. His nose had been broken, set and broken again. It had been narrow once, perhaps even almost regal, a hint of its aristocratic air remained, only adding to the severity of the face. High cheekbones framed a narrow jaw. His left ear was gone. A massive scar began at the corner of his mouth, snaked all the way along the side of his head and formed a twisted knot of gnarled flesh where an ear had once been. The knot went up into the hairline, as if flesh had been peeled or melted away, and a donor flap stitched on from somewhere else. Considering what she had just seen, the possibility was highly likely. His hair was silver grey, shaved close in a burr. Despite his obviously advanced age, his shoulders and neck looked like corded iron, and pulsed when he turned and moved like coiled springs.

Miria decided it was his eyes she was afraid of the most. All the minute muscle twitches and eyelid flutters expected when speaking simply did not occur. There was no difference between them and the glass lenses of his mask. She almost wanted him to put it back on.

>>51016733

"Let us begin again. Hallo Frau Enginseer."

"S-sir, " She found herself saying. If he had intended her harm, she was certain she would have been dead. "I-I-I am sorry for my outburst."

"Noted. You are present to receive your combat kit ja?"

+Combat kit?+ "Um, yes."

"Good. The door has been locked to preserve your modesty, please remove your robes so that I may confirm your comrade's earlier concerns."

"What concerns?" +Which comrade?+

Miria began to undo the complex knots that secured her robes in place, the patterns of fasteners had a ritualistic meaning and she was slightly ashamed to admit that she had not taken the trouble to arrange all the cords and buckles correctly in years, as it took too frakking long.

"301 Alpha was unprepared for the possibility that one of our Mechanicus Auxiliary would actually volunteer for combat engineer duty. It is...not a frequent event that someone from another world requests to be placed under Krieg command." The Quartermaster picked up a spool of measuring tape and laid a clipboard and inkquill on one of the operating, no, dissection tables next to them.

"Oh." +ShitshitshitshitshitfrakkFrakkSHIT.+

The robes pooled at Miria's feet while she was still processing the enormity of what she had accidentally done.

"Ah. I begin to see the problem. Tell me, how many children have you had Frau Enginseer?"

>>51016758
A krieg just told Miria that the fellow guardmen were concerned her tits were tooo big for standard issue uniforms and no one commented on it?

>>51016997
Her fellow guardsmen are Krieg too.

I assume the other enginseer's simply poke fun at them.

>>51017031
i mean on 4chan.

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>>51016758
>Tell me, how many children have you had

>>51017290
Slow thread.

>>51000345

He chuckled a bit and let her go. "Of course Medicae, can't forget why we are in here after all"

"No we cannot sir" She replied. "Sir, I have finished with your back. Please turn around so that i may wash your chest before we move on to your limbs."

Resigning himself to what was going to happen next he mutely shuffled around on the bench until he had turned to face her. After a bit more finagling they ended up in a position where he was seated facing her and she was kneeling in front of him between his legs. As the Medicae reached out towards his chest with the sponge the image of her face inches in front of his dick the night he caught her in the shower flashed through his mind. This image segued into the memories of the last time there had been a woman on her knees for him back on Trieste, a feisty little redheaded Joygirl with a button nose who could do some absolutely amazing things with her ton-

'Oh no no no' the Sergeant thought to himself. He was not going to go there. He was not going to think about it. He was absolutely not going to let his libido superimpose the Medicae's face over his memory of the Joygirl on Trieste with the talented tongue and run it on loop. No. He would not do that to her. Her presence between his legs was entirely asexual. Their purpose for being alone in this room was utilitarian. She was just helping him since he couldn't take care of himself at the moment. He would not let himself make this awkward.

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths while reciting numbers backwards until he calmed down a bit. Once the crisis had been averted he opened his eyes again and allowed himself to look down. The Krieger had just finished running the sponge across his chest and was now moving on to his abs.

>>51017844

He found himself focusing on her hands. They were by no means feminine hands. Her nails were cut short and looked like they had been trimmed with a knife. Her knuckles were dusted with old scars, and her right pinky finger was slightly crooked as if it had broken and then healed wrong. She had relatively few callouses, which was a little surprising to him, but he decided it was likely a result of her habitual use of gloves. Still, she did have long elegant fingers.

After a moments contemplation he decided she had pretty hands. In his opinion at least. True they weren't what was thought of on Batavi as conventionally beautiful, they weren't soft and unblemished with long painted nails like the hands of noble women or someone trying to imitate one, but they had the honest appeal of a working woman's hands. Rochas had known a lot of good women who hadn't had delicate pampered hands. Honestly they had probably been better women for not having delicate pampered hands. He looked up from her hands to the Medicae's mask. 'I wish i could see your face' He thought to himself. She had a pretty face too, and after what they had shared with each other the mask suddenly seemed a little bit impersonal.

"Do you wish me to remove my mask sir?" the Krieger asked bemusedly "I do not understand."

Throne, had he said that out loud? Emperor on Terra had he really just been mooning over her hands? Oh this was not good. He could not wait for the Colonists to get here. He needed to go skirt chasing and get some trim before he did something stupid.

"No Medicae, that won't be necessary" He said quickly. "I misspoke, think nothing of it."

"Understood sir" she said. Then her hands moved the sponge lower, and it passed off of his abs and down towards his nether regions, and he jolted up straight and grabbed her hand before she could go any farther.

"I'll wash down there myself thank you" He said

>>51017885
He is going to lose his mind at this pace.

>>51017844

I have always found the thought of vomiting elderly people to be the swiftest solution of that little problem.

>>51017885
I didn't think about it before this, but especially after getting a brief glimpse of what is underneath, the mask and all the coverings would be kind of erotic in their own way.

>>51017885

"Negative" the Medicae replied. "This area is in close proximity to the wound. If you were to make a mistake you could easily get water onto the wound, which cannot be allowed. I will be washing your genitals."

Stunned by her reply and the thoughts that began to run through his head the moment that she said "i will be washing your genitals"he failed to stop her from pulling her hand free from his grasp and beginning to gently caress him with the sponge.

'The Medicae is not fondling my balls, that is a sponge. The Medicae is not stroking my shaft, that is a sponge. This is not foreplay, this is a bath. This is not sexual, i will not get aroused.' Rochas repeated to himself in his head like a mantra, but his little guardsmen was rapidly becoming aware of the Krieger's ministrations. 'Dead babies, Techpriests, Commissar in a speedo, old people vomiting, Tap-dancing aliens' He thought in desperation, but his struggle was in vain.

"Sir, I believe you are exhibiting the beginnings of an 'Erection'" She said.

"A natural response to the stimulation" He responded hoarsely. Oh Emperor why? Oh Emperor how did he get out of this one?

"Fascinating" she said as she continued to stroke his genitals with the sponge.

"Isn't it clean by now?" He asked in a strained voice, intent on moving on and ending this before it got any worse.

"Yes, but as i am unfamiliar with this biological response i wish to observe it further" the Krieger responded, before suddenly reaching out and running her fingers along his cock and then taking it in her grasp.

>>51017979
Always those Slaaneshi everywhere. Anyway, bump.

>>51017844
Whait, wasn't he already facing her when hugging?

>>51018018

I kind of pictured it as a twisted torso kind of a deal, like he turned but not all the way around and then pulled her into him. I can get a pretty good range of motion while seated even when my legs are facing forward. It's kind of uncomfortable, but it is doable.

>>51018034
fair enough

>>51018010
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we're off!

>>51018054

Aaaaaaaaand we are done for the night actually. See you all in the morning. I'm going to stick around for just a minute because i wan't to see peoples responses, but after that i'm off to bed.

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>Commissar in a speedo

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>>51018074

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhowcouldyoudothistousmypenistrustedyou

>Also I resent that tech priest one.

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>>51018075

>>51018129

Hey man i love tech priests, i play admech after all, but you have to admit that a lot of their art is not flattering. I meant nothing personal by it.

>>51018158

Ah the mighty Phallussar, he who is legendary for his ability to keep entire regiments of Guardswomen in line with his dick.

>>51018129
Please if Rochas had seen your tech-priest he'd be going "Tentacled monstrosity of a tech priest not that curvy piece of NOT HELPING BRAIN"

>>51018074
I like the way you played his better nature against his instincts through the whole thing. Brought back some memories to when I almost joined the army.

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>>51018180

Yeah, getting off to the mental image of my namesake would require some really specific fetishes. Sleep well, you titillating bastard.

>Have some Miria a bit later in her career.

>>51016758

Miria's mind reeled with all the stories she had heard of the Krieg way of war, each one more horrifically implausible than the next. That they fought to the death unless specifically ordered not to, that they used up their men as others used ammunition. Suicidal attacks, and even simple old fashioned suicide attacks. Miria hadn't wanted to believe it, many worlds had reputations for fearsome warriors, but what she had seen of the Krieg disturbed her to the core. The numbers instead of names, their inhuman efficiency and thoroughness. Over the week of exercises she had heard much the same from her Mechanicus colleagues, for they had really been the only ones to speak to, the Krieg had kept to themselves and said little to anyone, even each other. Especially each other. Miria remembered one afternoon heading to the hangar to do some minor repair of 303, and even though there was a thousand soldiers in that building, it had been utterly silent but for the rhythmic intake of air.

+I'm going to die.+

Her carelessness about paperwork had been the death of her after all, proving another of Proctor Kraellen's predictions true.

+Wait what did he just say about children?+

"I h-h-have no ch-children sir." +Yeah, here comes the adrenaline. Is this a panic attack? Am I having a panic attack right now? Are you supposed to be able to ask?+

The Quartermaster nodded. "I see, do you intend to?"

+Um.+

"U-uhm. I know-know my pa-parents would l-love me t-t-to. W-w-why?"

The Quartermaster made a notation on the clipboard. "Your mammary glands are too large to be encased by any standard carapace armor we have available. I was going to recommend surgical excision, but this would deprive you of the opportunity to effectively nurse any children you might birth, as a fertile woman of breeding age, such a procedure would go against everything I believe as a medical practitioner and a loyal son of Krieg."

>>51018367

*scratches head* Carapace? I mean I guess she's an Enginseer so it makes sense they would give her better armor, but most troopers just get flack. I imagine a tank crew would just get flack, if they were given armor at all since they are in a tank. Carapace armor is generally reserved for Grenadiers, Karskins, Stormtroopers, etc.

>>51018367
I like the quartermaster. Not gonna get to stop bumping today, it seems.

>>51018367

Miria's dendrite reflexively coiled around her chest. "I s-should h-h-hope so! N-No one's cutting off my g-girls. Not while t-they're making Am-Amaranthine g-green with envy."

+I wonder if they'd shoot me for cowardice if I failed to obey an order? Probably.+

"D-do you have a sink or something I could-oh no." Miria shoved past the Quartermaster to the nearest blood basin and proceeded to retch up her last meal. If she had cared to look, she would have seen him raise a single eyebrow.

"I did not realize the possibility of such a procedure would be this distressing." The quartermaster knelt next to Miria and shined a light on his wrist into her eyes.

"You are not concussed."

"I know that! ogodemp-*hurk!* " Miria began to shake.

The Quartermaster stood again. "The Mechanicus regularly remove limbs and organs from their bodies do they not?"

"To enhance themselves! M-make us c-closer to the Omnissiah. Have you ever seen a bionic teat?!"

He nodded.

Miria could only stare. "Oh. Well I-I've never heard of such a thing."

His eyes became distant for a moment. "The device...would not fit on your body."

After a few more dry heaves, it seemed like no more was coming out, so Miria had a go at standing back up. Her mess had all gone in the basin, which tempered her embarrassment a minute amount.

The Krieg smoothed his shirt out, and made another notation. "If you would permit me?" He brandished the measuring tape.

Miria withdrew her mechadendrite and let him take her measurements. She once more had a grip on her panic, but it was still simmering just beneath the surface. The conversation so far had been very helpfully distracting, in the weirdest way imaginable. "You are d-different from the o-other Krieg I have met sir."

"In that I am old?" The Quartermaster observed.

"Um." +Does that offend him? Am I actually sure I have not met any other old Krieg? How would I even know?+ "Yes?"

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>>51018428

Yep. Carapace.

>>51018433

I like him too. He will continue to be a thing off and on.

I must collapse now. Will try to post at least one with my cellphone from the toilet at work again tomorrow.

>>51018540
>"The device...would not fit on your body."
My God. When you just know it gets even worse. I love you, cold unfeeling robot arm.

>>51018631
Very nice.

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>>51018299
Go on....

>>51019230
Well, back then they had compulsory service where I live. So I reported in for physical examination and the chick that handled my balls during the coughing test was way too cute for a boobs-in-boots. End result was her slightly embarrassed, me very embarrassed and the psychiatrist in charge no longer heckling me on whether I'm a faggot. It went better than expected and I was eventually declared unfit for service due to chronic problems with authority.

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>>51010285
>"WHY ARE YOU COVERED IN BLOOD?"
>The man raised his saw slightly, and it gave a quick buzz.

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>>51018010
>Tap-dancing aliens

>>51020146
I'm imagining Runeseer Taldeer with a hat and stick now. Why do I like this so much?

>>51020225
We need to get a drawfag in here

>>51010285
https://youtu.be/bgs9OhjAE2g
I knew it

>>51021446
I just realised I don't know what she looks like without the helmet. I had just mentally pasted the tap-dancing gear on top of her normal outfit from Black Crusade. Possibly with that ultra-melee squad of theirs (Council of Seers? I forget) in the back, basically doing a chorus line. Or whatever you have in tap-dancing.

So, what does Medicae look like. I know we got a description in the previous thread but what does she look like picture wise.

>>51021820
I was thinking along the lines of her doing Puttin' On the Ritz with Gorgutz. Young Frankenstein style.

"If you're blue and you don't know where to go to
Why don't you go where Kronos flits"

"PUTTIN ON DA RIIIIITZ!!!"

>>51022418
I can see that now. Though then I could also see an all-ork version to the effect of "PUTTIN' DOWN SUM GITZ".

More bumpage just because

Day bump

bump for the bump god

>>51018631

Work is proving to be quite hectic. Don't drink and drive kids.

>>51028012
What do you do? Hospital?

bump

>>51028462
Well, hopefully he's not a truck driver

“Demon's aren't real, never have been.” Thinking the lunacy of one woman made him start believing in conspiracies against his life.
“Yes we are!” Forced Dalia. “Think about it. There are always stories of people going missing. Mysterious deaths. The world is full of magi-” She spoke, but Eihger interrupted her again.
“Never had a delusional assassin before. Then again never had an assassin either.” He laughed.
“I can prove we are real.” Dalia asserted. “It might terrify you though.”
“Try me.” Boasted Eihger

The horror he had seen before. Women pulled from their homes to be ravaged as their families were slaughtered. Men desperately attempting to pull their spilled innards into their body. Barren corpse laden fields with a stench so foul, even he wanted to vomit.
So many horrible sights and experiences that tried his mind and sanity. Each leaving their own invisible scars. Yet all of these were well within what Eihger had accepted as reality. Brutal as they were they were all possible and understandable.
What he could not comprehend, was an attractive young brunette suddenly having long black hair, with red markings along her face. Solid yellow eyes with slits like that of a cat. With long goat like horns from the sides of her head, curling to rest near the corner's of her lips.
All within the instant of a blink. It was not frightening to behold. No, she was still unnaturally beautiful. It was the foundations of what he had believed possible were suddenly shaken, powerfully. In that moment he could not come to terms with what should have been impossible.
Eihger crawled on his hands away from the succubus as two large batlike wings unfurled on her back. His eyes wide and focused, his heart raced, but his breath was steady. The knife in his hands shook from being held so tight. He wanted to say something poignant. Something meaningful, anything at all.
“Well fuck me.” Not the best choice of words, but it would have to do.

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>>51030775
introduced Dalia's arc into the story finally. Thus will begin the Aeric and Dalia story some of you have read.

also hit the 300k word mark on the novel. I'm just gloating right now. One more chapter and its done

>>51018540
So you have a pastebin?

>>51018540

"You are correct. I am 67 standard Terran years old." He did not elaborate further.

When he finished he helped her back into her robes. "Let us see if 419 kappa has collected the rest of your equipment."

She followed The quartermaster back out into the armory area and saw that the other soldier had indeed assembled and array of items on a table for them. He saluted as they approached.

The quartermaster dismissed him and begin to explain the functions of the objects before them. "Your robes you may wear over your fatigues in place of the greatcoat but the rebreather system must be in the most exterior layer and accessible to you at all times." He picked up the box shaped module and demonstrated how to operate it. "When utilized properly this system will protect you from all known biological contaminants and agents, along with all inorganic aerosolized and gaseous poisons. It is also impermeable to radioactive particulates." He opened up the side and unscrewed a white canister. "These filtration canisters are good for 72 hours of continuous operation in severely contaminated environments. In most environments they will last for weeks." He then took a plastic straw from the pile of field kit items and attached it to the air hose port in the canister. "In this configuration it can be immersed in a contaminated water source and provide drinkable water." He placed the canister back inside the module and flipped it over, showing that the belt that would secure it to her waist was insulated with some kind of wiring on the inside. "The system receives power via thermal energy harvested from your body, And will only cease functioning if your core body temperature has dropped by several degrees, at which point you will be about to die anyway."

Miria nodded. The whole array was quite impressive and utilitarian.

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>>51018010
>Oh shit Medicae, Wat r u doing.

>>50987676
>>50986709
I'm pretty sure she just horribly mispronounced it.

>>50973859
Bump

>>51031787

"Lastly is the rebreather mask itself. By default it covers the eyes, nose and mouth. In environments with contact agents we deploy a neck collar with flaps that attach to the mask and base of the helmet to form a complete seal. This also permits us to operate in areas of severely reduced atmospheric pressure, though obviously not a pure vacuum. In such an environment the filter also acts as a pump to harvest oxygen from the atmosphere as rapidly as possible. Despite this, breathing must be highly regulated so the system does not become overburdened."

Miria took the gas mask in her hands and ran her fingers over the face of it. It was heavy; the material was rough and had almost no give to it despite being made at least nominally out of fabric. Her electoos detected the presence of circuitry beneath its surface. Staring at it, holding it in her hand was really not doing good things for her anxiety level, which was rapidly rising once more. Her stomach was starting to twist into knots, even though it had no more to give.

She saw that the Quartermaster was staring at her again.

"Y-yes s-sir?"

His eyes narrowed. "There is something...familiar about the architecture of your face." He was silent again for a few moments, then waved a hand dismissively. "It is nothing. Please try the mask on. Your Mechanicus augmentations will permit you to make full use of its capabilities, the contact point is here on the straps, place it over your cerebella access port. All Krieg have one as well."

"Oh?" Miria slid it on, felt the contacts sync up and-

>>51034590

+Oh.+

"As you can see, you can now observe the display from your rebreather status at all times, in the corner of your vision."

+Yes. I can see that. How useful.+

"Further, any audio communications you receive will now register via thought impulse. Regardless of the ambient noise level, you will hear the words of your squad mates and superiors. Transmission still requires vocalization however."

+I can probably build a workaround for that.+

"How efficient." Miria said.

419 Kappa had returned, bearing a stack of clothes to Miria's specifications. They were placed in a rucksack along with the portions of her body armor that would not require modification.

The quartermaster handed the sack to Miria, who took it and slung it over her shoulder.

"There is one additional matter I would like to discuss with you Enginseer."

"Yes sir?"

He pointed at her chest. "The medallion you are wearing, it bears the symbol of the caduceus."

"The cog and the coiled serpent. It is the insignia of my specialization. I am Mechanicum Biologis by training." Miria stated.

The Quartermaster nodded. "Do you possess medical knowledge?"

"I do." She said.

"Very good, do you think you are capable of performing the function you observed me carrying out earlier in the field?"

"In what way sir?" Miria asked.

"Krieg units suffer high rates of attrition in combat, and by extension high rates of crippling, but nonfatal, injury. Normally, if a guardsman is crippled in this way, he is placed on a waitlist for a bionic prosthesis, however, the rates of injury in Krieg units make this solution impractical. The genetic similarity of Krieg soldiers however, presents an alternative."

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>>51018010

"Oaugh Emperor Warp damn it Fek" the Sergeant hissed as her fingers closed around his shaft and then squeezed tightly, transforming pleasure into pain. He double over in agony and clutched at his crotch as she released him and then skittered back across the tile floor. "Emperor's bowels why?"

"I am sorry Sir" She said more quickly than he had ever heard her speak before "I meant no harm, i merely intended to ascertain how rigid it was. I assumed it would be comparable to flexed muscle. I did not anticipate that my actions would cause pain."

"It's a very sensitive organ" he growled out, "It's a dick not a bicep! It's just tissue engorged with blood, not fekking muscle!"

He barely heard her apology "I'm sorry sir" She said quietly.

He sat there and held himself a moment more with grit teeth, and then the pain began to fade, and a feeling of guilt began to grow. Okay, so that had hurt a lot, but she hadn't really meant to hurt him. She hadn't known what it was, she just knew it looked hard. He looked over to where she was sitting on the floor, and he realized he didn't care so much about the pain, he just didn't want this to drive a wedge between them. He enjoyed her company, and it'd be a shame to loose one of the last "friendships" that he had over a simple mistake. Honestly this was probably a better outcome than the alternative. If that had gone on much longer Rochas didn't know what he might have done.

"It's okay" he said in a slightly strained voice."I'm sorry i over reacted. You didn't know that was going to hurt me. It wasn't your fault. Just ask in the future before you do something like that alright? If you have questions just ask."

"Yes sir" The Krieger said "I am sorry for disobeying your previous order sir, i will remember to ask in the future".

"Hey listen" he said as he placed a hand on the Medicae's shoulder. "It's fine, really, it was an honest mistake. I don't hold it against you, alright?"

"Understood sir" she said.

>>51034606

"I see. Your tissue compatibility is very high for transplants." Miria observed.

The Quartermaster nodded again. "Today I had the luxury of a facility to retrieve material from that soldier, but we must also do so in the field. Limbs are of course an obvious need, but in addition solid organs like the liver and kidneys are invaluable. Losing a soldier to renal failure from an abdominal injury is an unnecessary waste. When time and facilities permit, more delicate operations like removal of the heart and lungs also become possible."

"I am capable of carrying out precision dissections, with the proper equipment."

The Quartermaster made a note. "I had hoped that would be the case. I will see that the proper tools are assembled and brought to you later."

+I can do better than that.+

"Sir, if you would permit me access to the spare part reserves for the servitors you keep, I believe I can integrate the necessary tools into my servo harness." Miria said.

The Quartermaster raised a single eyebrow again. "Really? In that case I shall relinquish not only any spare parts you may need, but you may also take one of the servitors for your use. With access to a servo harness, it is likely the volume of salvage you would be capable of would outstrip even our own trained quartermaster staff."

"With practice, it is likely. The servo harness has proven invaluable to me in the past. Downtime during battle may be significant. I doubt I will be performing mechanical repairs constantly." Miria stated.

"Very good. Be assured that your desire to serve with us has been noted, and that I shall make every effort to procure you suitable body armor before we make planetfall on Saval. Thank you for coming Enginseer." He walked with her to the door.

Miria bowed. "Thank you sir." She shouldered her pack, and walked off in the direction of the motor pool.

>>51034712

OOC: blast, forgot the trip. That'll take some getting used to.

"Okay then" Rochas said. "Now that that's settled, i suppose that we should continue right?"

"Of course sir" the Medicae said as he sat back and she moved to resume her previous position "Let us resume your bath."

"Alright" the sergeant said, happy they appeared to have moved on, before adding as an after thought "Just uh, how about we move on to a different part of my anatomy now okay?"

"Yes Sergeant " the Krieger said "I too believe that would be appropriate."

The Medicae then began to once more dab at him with the sponge, although she pointedly went no where near his genitals and actually started in on his calves first before moving up his legs. The wounded thigh she bypassed altogether, and then when his legs were finished she moved on to his arms.

"I really don't see why i can't just do this myself" he said as she leaned in and ran the sponge across his left arm's triceps.

"I told you sir, you could make a mistake which would set back your recovery" the Medicae replied.

"Right right, you did say that" Rochas said, but the sergeant wasn't quite sure if he believed that. It still seemed kinda ridiculous to him for her to be helping him with this. In any case he fell silent after that and let her finish working.When she had finished bathing him she dumped out the tub into the drain, and then put the sponge into it.

"Please wait here sir while i get you a fresh gown" She said.

He nodded and then said "Medicae, before you go could i ask you a favor?"

"What is it sir?" the Krieger responded.

"Could you call me Rochas" He asked.

"Sir?" she said.

"Rochas" he replied. "It's my name. I think after you saving my life and us exchanging our life stories and all that you're entitled to be a little more familiar with me than just calling me Sir or Sergeant"

"Understood...Rochas" she said and then stepped out of the door.

I'm afraid that's all i have for you all tonight. I'm sorry i wasn't here this morning, some things came up, but tomorrow morning i should be in here bright and early with more for you. Should you wish you may now form the lynch mob. I know i'm a dick for dangling the promise of lewds in front of you and then yanking it away again. That being said, i swear to you that this will be the last time i screw with you like that. Next time it's happening. Which is not to say that will be our next update, there is some content in between, but it it is coming. I already have the scene written out actually. I'm really looking forward to getting to it.

>>51035081

Yay!

>>51035159

Yay?

>>51035153

That actually brings up something I was wondering. /tg/ is a worksafe board yes? How uh...lewd can one be on here in text form?

>>51035190
I mean as long as we don't go as far as handholding I think we're good

>>51035159
>>51035190
Just post a paistbin with the lewd stuff, no problem.

>>51035190
>>51035239

Well i'll tell you what assuming i get to lewds first, which i think there are decent odds that i will, i'll just go for it. And if i get smacked with the ban hammer then you'll know to post links to another site or a pastebin or something for those sections.

>>51035239

I mean, I don't know what kind of degenerate you take me for. I draw the line at body horror and organ prolapse like any right thinking citizen.

>>51035248
>>51035252

Got it. If they nuke you I'll shove mine in that uh...paste thing. Whatever that is. To google!

>>51035153
Woot! /fvgt/ anon here. Finally managed to get around to reading this. Gotta say, I'm glad you decided to post this. It's well written and feels compelling. Suspension of disbelief is spot on, and you do well in keeping it realistic and true to canon. I'm excited for more, can't wait.

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>>51035081
first naaaaames

bump

>>51035168
Do you have pastebin where I can binge read

>>51037940
Right here:

>>50975557
>>50975966

>>51034712
aww, just when i thought things would get interesting

Bump

>>51035081

OOC: updating in the morning for a given value of early in the morning, and a given value of update. Meaning this morning didn't work out and i'm posting during lunch cause i feel bad

He felt a little thrill go through him when she said his name. It felt good. She soon returned with a fresh gown, and once he was dressed she helped him back into his wheel chair and then pushed him back to his bed. After she had helped him to get back onto his cot the Krieger turned to leave and then spoke to him over her shoulder.

"I will inquire with the chief medical officer as to your request Si- Rochas" the Krieger said.

Once he recalled that he had asked about maybe using a wheelchair to get up and get around during the day he smiled and said "Thank you Medicae."

After she had left and he was once more left alone in his cot. Baiman was gone. He laid back and stared at the ceiling. He wished he had a name to call her by now that she was using his. Of course even if she did have a name it's not like he could use it when others were around since that would give away her secret, but for times when it was just the two of them he found himself wishing he had a more familiar term of address for her.

The sergeant supposed he could give her a name, but that didn't seem right somehow, at least not now. Maybe later, when the colonists came. She would need a name in order to interact with them. After all it would be hard to make friends or date if all anyone could call you was your title.

His insides tightened unpleasantly at that last thought. The Medicae dating some colonist. It put a sour taste in his mouth. After a moment he decided that his discomfort with the idea was because the Medicae deserved better. She was a wonderful woman, she deserved a great man. He'd have to keep an eye on that and make sure she didn't end up with some undeserving ninny. Still, even after coming to his decision his stomach roiled, and his mood was sour.

>>51041580

>implying some dirty civilian Don Juan has anything on the seething machismo mountain that is Rochas.

>>51041580
>Implying Krieger would leave the barracks and interact with civilian
>Implying she understand the concept of love and dating
>Implying she wouldn't love Rochas once she understood

>>51041791

I am positively throbbing with anticipation at what Medicae would think of a night on the town. Or the very notion of a date at all.

Actually. Come to think of it, is this a former human world just brought back unto the light of the god emperor or will the colonists need time to build up enough infrastructure for Rochas and Medicae to have a candlelit corner bistro to to eat a single plate of spaghetti together in?

>>51041930
Clearly Rochus needs to take her to a karaoke bar and serenade her with some classy tunes.

"Medicae, Medicae gimme the news!"

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>>51041930
...Or... dare i suggest... Hand holding?

>>51041580
Hope you'll feel better soon. Don't be afraid to take a break (should you need one, just please inform us first if you do), /tg/ usually doesn't mind waiting for what it knows is good.

>>51041930
More Miria when?

>>51042400

This evening. Still at work. Did you know it is possible to have a blood sugar level so high that crystals condensate in your urine?

>>51042723
No, maybe cut back a little on the sugar? That's got to hurt.

>>51042723
I did not and sadly must admit not all knowledge brings happiness. Damn.

>>51042882
but knowledge is power anon

>>51042723
GOD DAMN, WHAT WAS THEIR GLUCOSE LEVEL, 500?!

>>51043707

881. We thought the glucometer was busted. Turns out mom didn't know her kid was diabetic. Then he had a seizure, dunno why yet, but working theory is the ketoacidosis is doing something screwy up top.

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>>51043996
Holy fucking shit.

>>51044041 here:
For a little context, for those who ate not aware: a BGL of 200 is unsafe. My diabetic mother has been told to go to the ER if hers gets to 300. That boy has almost three TIMES that amount in his blood stream. The kid must of had a potato and frosting sandwich on Hawaiian sweet roll bread with a supersolution sweet tea.

>>51044260
Yeah its called poptarts and fruit loops for breakfast.

>>51044260
D:

>>51044260
Holy fuck
Kinda judging the mom a bit now

>>51044260
Diabetic Anon here.

200 is just fine, unless you're a type 2 then maybe it's different.

500 is also livable, I've been 500 multiple times and just given insulin to wait and come down. I'm a type 1 so it might be different for others.

881 on-the-other-fucking-hand puts you in the hospital with Ketoacidosis. Poor kid, he won't die, the mortality rate for juvenile diabetics with type 1 who have Ketoacidosis is stupidly low.

If you're older, different story.

>>51046942

The kid is indeed fine. The culprit was lucky charms with brown sugar. Mom is about dead of shame, and signed up for our pediatric diabetic nutrition course so I don't think it will be a problem again.

When I get home I will get to work on Miria's next stuff. BataviAnon is blowing me out of the water on pacing. Haven't even gotten to the goddamn planet to shoot things and have characters save each others lives to build sexual tension and shit.

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>>51047112
Marshmallows and brown sugar for breakfast, for a diabetic child.
>MFW

>>51047112

I'm really not out pacing you, i've just been at this for a while now and you're just getting started. I do tend to rush a bit though.

Anyway, i've bad news anons i don't think i'm going to be able to update tonight or in the morning, but i should be able to update tomorrow night.

High Proctor sir, i'm afraid i shall have to ask you to hold down the fort. Fortunately for all you anon's you aren't missing out on too much since his stuff is better than mine anyways.

>>51048397

씨발놈! why do i always forget the trip?

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>>51048397
>>51048407
Bat if you get all self-esteemy like the other 20 /tg/ ritefag anons who have left me and never let me know what happens next I will find you, chain you up in my basement, and GRAB your HAND AGAin
AND AGAIN
AND AGAIN
see if I won't!

>>51048698

Listen man i'm not about to have a breakdown and back out. I'm seeing this through. It's gonna happen, i just need the night off is all.

>the not a quest quest

>>51048698
the feds will catch you for your extreme sexual deviancy one day

take notes on everything that happens and write it as the continuation to the story

>>51048397

Got it Batavi, we'll all miss you.

Especially this guy: >>51048698

Also what's this business about self esteem? I'm afraid /tg/ culture is somewhat unfamiliar to me. (am filthy/lit/ fag)

>>51048820
He's talking about how some writers go "Oh my stuff isn't good enough, I'll leave/rewrite (but not actually) and effectively end my story because of my terrible self esteem/people were mean to me.

>>51049362
Kills me every time

>>51048741
You better not, you don't want to know about my pinkie game

>>51049362

Please no. I'm so looking forward to Rochas giving that sweet eugenic trench maiden a mating press that would make Slaanesh cream him/her/itself in envy. Back to your other regularly scheduled broadcast.

>>51034754

As Miria made her way through the mass of vehicles toward where her charges awaited, she saw a familiar figure pass by, shoving a cart once more, this time filled with what appeared to be a partly assembled lascannon. The armature of her servo was gripping a fat wad of power transfer cables, far more than were needed for a single weapon system.

Amaranthine noticed Miria at about the same moment, eyes widening.

"...Miri? Is that you under there?"

Miria bowed. "Hello Amaranthine. Do you need assistance?"

The darker haired woman started. "Uh...no? Why are you wearing that...thing?"

"The Quartermaster asked me to."

A few seconds crawled by.

"Oh...kay. Miria are you trying to play dress up to get the Kriegers to warm up to you? I mean, I know you're an optimist at heart but this is ridiculous." Amaranthine's normal sneer was edged by a bit of unease.

+I wonder what she is building. Her Basilisks have no need for lascannon components.+

"What are you building? The power needs of a single lascannon do not need this much capacitor cabling."

"Wouldn't you like to know! No, this is but the first step in my master plan to crack the secrets of Saval Secundus wide open!" She gestured grandly at the misshapen pile, grinning.

+Ah, she is making something to survey the planet in some way. Master Xenologis Heverian taught both of us, and he always believed that the first step of understanding the evolutionary history of a world was understanding extinction. Planets that experience extinction events regularly never have the chance to develop the massively hyperspecialized life seen on a death world.+

>>51050356

"How will a lascannon help you understand the history of extinction events on Saval?" Miria asked.

Amaranthine reddened. "Wh-you-agh! It just will! Unless...are you willing to collaborate?" The sneer widened.

Miria nodded. "Of course. How can I help?"

Now Amaranthine really was at a loss for a moment. "Er...really? Well, I plan to use it as a long duration laser drill. Several hundred meters into the ground in multiple locations, then run scans of the boreholes with a servo skull."

Miria nodded. "A good plan. Past supervolcanoes and asteroid impacts will have left deposits in the rock record. It would give us a timetable on how many times life on Saval has nearly been wiped out. Most planets experience around five to ten major extinctions in their geologic history, with Terra fitting into that norm."

Amaranthine clapped her hands together eagerly. "Exactly! Most death worlds only have one or two, and as a result, the life on those worlds has had billions of years of unmolested speciation."

Miria produced her dataslate. "Please pass over your schematics and I will construct a second device. We will be able to cover more ground that way, and obtain a larger sample size."

Amaranthine had about reached into her own robes when she paused. "Miria...why are you being so...nice to me all of a sudden?"

+Am I? I suppose so.+

"It is a good idea Amaranthine."

Amaranthine stared at her for a bit longer. "You've also stopped stuttering."

+I had not noticed.+

"Fascinating." Miria said.

After another moment, Amaranthine shrugged and the two dataslates touched, transferring the files. "Just so we're clear, this is a one time deal, I'm still getting MY treatise on this world sent to Mars and entered into the Altar of Knowledge."

Miria simply said, "If yours is better, then it will be." And continued on to the motor pool.

Three hours later, as she was getting ready to go to sleep, Miria decided to take the mask off.

>>51050371
Krieg masks litterally make you get along with people. Weird.

>>51050459

Nothing like a good mask to boost confidence. When you can see their expression but they can't see your's, it's quite helpful.

>>51050693
I'm assuming it's more of a neural inhibitor of some kind. Maybe removing fear.

>>51050708
Honestly from what i know of techpriests im still constantly suprised things like "that works" or "Techpriests need a gasmask ever" or even "has a face"

>>51050459
>>51050693
>>51050708

Personally my guess is just that when you realize you're probably going to die violently you stop caring about all that crap so much. Who cares is the bitch is trying to take credit, i'm gonna get shot at soon type mentality.

>>51050371
Yo, High Proctor, do you have a Pastebin I can binge this with?

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>>51050708
Something like that. You just stop being considered about the way you look.

>>51050708

Got it in one. Krieg masks (or helmets) are apparently equipped with emotion inhibitors that seem to crush ego and self preservation, but still permit the awareness and reaction benefits of the normal adrenaline response.

>>51050780

I uh. Actually don't know what that is. I am not good with computer. Let me see if I can make one.

>>51043697
I know. Just not all of it. I mean literally pissing crystals just doesn't seem like a path to glory.

>>51050937
Pastebin is exactly what its says on the tin. Copy text, paste it in, create a link to share.

>>51051103

I believe I have done it. I think. Someone check.

http://pastebin.com/Mt1cGGvw

>>51051231
You're good.

>>51048397
take it from me.
NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO YOUR WRITING WILL SUCK

YOU CAN TURN SHIT INTO GOLD WITH EDITING THOUGH.

don't lose faith. The Emperor Protects

>>51051719

Boy ain't that the truth. I just wrote the next part of my story three different ways and I hate them all.

Time to sleep on it. I will however be no lifeing The shit out of this weekend, so I expect to get A lot more written then.

>>51052788
Last chapter of my book, almost 6k words from finish. I just gutted half the chapter, I worked 8 hours straight on. Just said " its not working" and gutted it. Close to gutting it a second time. Do you understand how little references there are to ptsd in the acneint and middle ages? Its tough to write this chapter without it being "american sniper, but wiff swords N axes"

ADVICE NUMBER TWO

TIME SPENT DOES NOT EQUAL QUALITY.

bump ?

>>51052788
Please tell me she doesn't get totally crushed by the mask. The whole "personality death, and total submission" thing is generally only good for a quick n' dirty fap piece where you don't care about the characters. I wouldn't want that for your work because I am liking it quite a bit.

>>51053528

I sympathize. It was such a poorly understood phenomena even into the 20th century. Reading about some of the early treatments for shell shock in world war one is enough to make you puke.

>>51056683

As a person who has worked with the mentally disabled and those with dementia and Alzheimer's, the slow death of the mind is one of the most horrific things a person can suffer. There is more than enough of that in the world, I do not need to write about it.

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I don't know if this is the best place for this, so feel free to tell me to fuck off, but would anyone be interested in a story about a member of the Mechanicus and their assignment to interrogate and study a captive Necron noble?

>>51058149
i'll vouch for this if the necron is a female

>>51058149
yes if there is potential for lewdness.

>>51034754
Dawww, she made friends. Sure, she might die a horrible gory death, but friends!
>>51035081
Hnnng.
>>51035153
Why am I picturing South Park's George R.R. Martin right now?
>>51042277
Sexual deviant with good taste and better dub dubs.
>>51047112
Get on that shit man, I want to see our little tech priestess become a real woman at some point.
>>51048808
piss off, we're having fun here. go bitch somewhere else.
>>51050356
>Rochas giving that sweet eugenic trench maiden a mating press that would make Slaanesh cream him/her/itself in envy.
You sir, have excellent taste.
>>51050937
huh...our sweet little techgirl just agreed to help her enemy, and she didn't notice the design of ego suppression on that thing somehow? Is she gonna fix that at some point?

>>51058149
Sounds like an...odd idea, but it could be fun. Go for it.

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>>51058376
>>51058453
Oh.

>>51058760
you don't want some hot mechadentrite action anon ? the Omnissiah is dissapointed

>>51058149
Sure go ahead; the more stories we have the better.

>>51057387
I appologise, I didn't mean to upset. I am glad that you will be avoiding it though. I cannot imagine how hard it can be working in the medical proffession.

bump

>>51057387
Yeah so basically, I have to just go about it as a guy who felt he was invincible, He can't have problems, what are you talking about!!! Then use his partner to help rehabilitate him for half a chapter. About to gut it again.

bump of life

/tg/ I JUST FINISHED MY BOOK!

FUCK YEAH ITS DONE, first rewrite is underway once the editors have a go at it. 170k works right now. Less than I expected, but I also needed to rewrite the prologue.

I feel good damnit!

Benis bump

>>51041580

Perhaps twenty minutes later the Medicae returned pushing a wheel chair.

"I have inquired with the Chief Medical Officer" She said. "He is willing to allow you use of a wheelchair, however before leaving he ask that you inform one of the medical staff of your intended destination and how long you expect to be gone so that it will be possible to locate you, and so that you may be assigned an escort should it be required."

"Excellent" the Sergeant said with a grin on his face at the prospect of getting out of here for a while."That was much quicker than i had expected, thank you Medicae for doing that for me. In that case i think i'll go and visit lieutenant Goossens. Will i need an escort for that?"

"No sir, i do not believe an escort will be necessary. Once you have left the hospital turn left and then inquire after the location of Alpha company" The Krieger said after a moments thought. There was "Sir" again, but he supposed a habit didn't go away in a day and he didn't want to harp on about it. He'd wait and see if she kept doing it and then remind her latter.

"Well then i think i'll be off. Could you help me into the wheel chair please Medicae?" He asked

"Yes sir" She said and helped him out of the bed into the wheelchair "When should you be expected back sir?"

"Oh an hour maybe" Rochas said as he experimented with pushing on the wheels rocking himself back and forth to see how the chair moved.

"Understood sir" Said the Medicae. "When you return find myself or an orderly and have us assist you. Please do not attempt to enter your bed without assistance. "

"Understood" He said as he wheeled himself around to face the door. "Goodbye Medicae"

"Goodbye Rochas " She said as he pushed himself towards the exit, which only served to improve his mood. He was free from his bed and the Medicae was remembering to use his name. It was a good day.