>>51070350
I was looking at that picture and thought, well that horse looks unmutanty for one from Krieg, then I looked at the bottom of the picture

>>51070444
trips make it close enough.

Someone had questions for me last thread.

also such a d'aw moment last thread

>>51071449
All i have for you is hate because of how you handled the stray, hopefully you don't leave it the way you "finished" it, in your book.

>>51072295
What happened? I just started the pastebin and haven't finished yet, did he fuck up the ending?

bump

>>51072295
You have been angry for like 3 threads. Are you ok anon? I haven't read it, but still. His writing must be quite something or his ending must have been garbage for you to care that much.

Bump for the bump god

bump

Well, just reached the latest of Cog and Krieg, and long ago finished L&K2.0 to the current point. I need updates!(When you have the time and it's not so inconvenient, please)

>>51072295
>people getting angry at Love & Krieg.
Aww, it becomes exactly like BL. They grow up so fast ;_;

>>51079083
What are you talking about? That wasn't part of his post at all.

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>>51072295
The stray is a side arc of a character. The Stray actually ends with her reuniting with the characters of the original story. Her arc ends somewhat happily, but Without knowing any of that its such a painful trial for her.

So instead of ending it the way it actually ends, and confuse the ever loving shit out of you, I chose to end it painfully, leaving you with an emotional responce, that seemed to have worked.

For those curious
< That is The Stray

>>51079275
So...fake ending for shits and giggles? Good thing I didn't finish reading then, guess I know not to now. Thanks for the heads up though. I'll just keep it around for the early smut and nothing else.

>>51079353
>< That is The Stray
Ouch, big drama in the love and krieg thread. Without content we turn on each other like dogs.

Someone write something with a grimdark waifu before this whole thread falls apart.

>>51079709
Meh, I have seen real thread drama, this isn't that bad.

>>51079775
Still retarded though.

>>51079789
Don't really care myself, its passing the time while we wait.

>>51079353
the ending isn't fake, it just cuts abrubtly

>>51080011
That's kinda dumb...are you ever going to finish it or are you waiting to finish the main story first? Also what is the link for that one again? I cant seem to find it.

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>>51080073
main story hasn't really been posted here much because its not lawl lewd, and doesn't follow a theme, so /tg/ wouldn't care.

The Aeric and dalia story also ties into it as well, as Dalia's arc begins at the end of the main one.

If you're curious here's the chapter that introduces Debrajien (Stray)

>>51080482
I was more thinking of an entire pastebin link or list, pdfs don't agree with my computer that well. And not just the stray's part in the story.

>>51080582
oh only have one chapter of the main story on paste bin

http://pastebin.com/pq86m4Af
The Stray

http://pastebin.com/3EiqBuhm
Wolf and the Dog chapter 1

>>51080645
Ah, are you going to update the main story pastebin any time soon then? I also already had the stray pastebin saved. I just wont be finishing it until its well...finished properly apparently.

>>51080709
well its over 260 pages and 14 chapters. its effectivly done, I'm just going through rewrites and edits now before moving on to publishing. Next book Im working on is book two in the Wolf and the Dog series, as well as the Aeric and Dalia one as chronologically it takes place next

Why does this thread even exist? There's zero OC here. If you want to circlejerk about a bit of writefaggotry there's plenty of other venues to do it in.

>>51080779
So, paywall?

>>51080831
Because we're waiting for either one of the writers to come back you fucknugget. Isn't it obvious?

>>51080846
you want me to dump over 170k words? I've got no problem but I'm breaking up th paste bins into the chapters

>>51080862
Oh, well that's great then, I was just thinking you were only going to post the first chapter than hold the rest until they were all published. I cant wait to read what else you got.

>>51080831
It worked fine the last four fucking times? I don't give a shit as long as there is a place for me to get all my writefaggotry in one central place.

>>51080859
So you ARE circlejerking a namefag then. You don't see people making All Guardsmen Party threads waiting for Shoggy to post, do you? Stop shitting up the board with Reddit-tier threads.

bump

>>51081061
I've seen it all the time fucker, and /tg/ NEEDS more creativity breathed into it than endless /pol/ threads and generals. (Nothing against generals, I'm in several right now myself, but it's nice to have something different.)

>>51080900

http://pastebin.com/A3wXPUgR
Chapter 2

http://pastebin.com/4UpEDp5a
Chapter 3

should keep you busy for a while. Wouldn't mind some critiquing

>>51083331
Based, but I doubt I would make much critiquing that you haven't heard before, and I doubt personal preference holds any value for a already written story. Will be reading soon.

>>51083364
well its in draft 1, I'm doing re-writed before a new version is made. So honestly any imput is good even if its "Nice work! But I wish you explained more here: _____"

theres 11 more chapters I'll put up piecemeal, but I have to get to work now.

>>51083454
Good luck with that then mate, it will take me awhile to get through it all though, as I am reading this, about 17ish+books and other assorted writefaggotry at the same time. I am however caught up with all the online writefaggotry at the moment as there are several ongoing ones, so its more like 6 or 8 stories at the moment.

>>51083518
>about and* 17ish+books

>>51083532
wait I fucked that up again. And* about, now my autism is sated.

Ho boy and we're back.

Here's the pastebin thingy for my story: http://pastebin.com/Mt1cGGvw

And off we go.

>>51050371

The sensation was a lot like being pulled out of a deep body of water by the scruff of your neck, made all the more disconcerting by the fact that one believed they had been in air moments before. Miria gasped like a choking fish, sharp, ragged intakes of breath as all the metabolic consequences of the last hours began to be felt by her conscious mind. Her panic attack, for she was certain that is what it was now, started right where it had left off, crushing her heart like a vice and making her vision shrink as dark whorls occluded her periphery.

+Ooohhh Throne, what was that?!+

She remembered everything, but could not comprehend herself. In the moment at the armory, all that had occurred to her were how she might improve upon the tasks being asked of her, as if they had been discussing some new cadre project with her colleagues. The effect had been nearly immediate too, she could swear, it happened the moment the mask had synched with the access port at the base of her skull.

Miria sank into the chair next to her cot, clutching the impassive cloth and glass face in shaking fingers.

+Something...something usually reserved for the Mechanicum Skitarii, perhaps even servitors, resides within this mask.+

Miria wiped her forehead with a sleeve, and ran the electoos on her fingers over the contacts in the mask straps. Servitor construction and design had been one of her more enjoyed subjects at the Temple.

+It feels like...Yes, here are some root command codes for implant access, recent ones at that.+

>>51083816

The timestamps on this mask's OS dated to the early days of the 41st millennium, it also bore the digital seals of Forge World Temaxia, the Mechanicus' largest production hub in the sector. Temaxia had been gruadually and laboriously rebuilt since its sacking by the Orks of Da Iron Worm space hulk in late M32, and most of its facilities were comparatively modern.

It had been the reason the Cult Mechanicus had distributed manufacturing as far and wide as it had in this sector, even to nominal agricultural worlds like Pallas. Some of the coding's core functions were even rendered in dual point hexamath instead of binary cant. Miria knew very little about that programming language, except that it was supposed to be resistant to the reality bending powers of the Great Enemy.

She shuddered. The purpose of the mask's simple program was to interrupt the normal connection between the Amygdale and the Hippocampus, divorcing a person from the awareness of fear during flight or flight response, but permitting the brain to initiate the biochemical cascade of hyperalertness and adrenaline fuelled strength and speed.

The reason Miria felt so sick now was because her fear had never been gone, merely drowned out by neurotransmitter static. The neurochemical effects of it however, had been being pumped continuously into her body for hours. The long term consequences of the use of such a system were many and fatal, Miria knew immediately.

Glandular overload, tremula and seizure, stroke and heart attack. Only a highly trained and conditioned mind, deeply inured to pain and loss, like that of a Skitarii or a Space Marine would be able to use such a system without rapidly suffering its ill effects. With such conditioning, a soldier already nearly immune to psychological stress could be made utterly unfazable, at least for limited periods.

>>51083838

+And...based on how I acted in front of Amaranthine, I'd say it had some effect on ego as well.+

Despite her initial horror, she could come to admire the elegance and simplicity of such a system. A very talented Magos Biologis cadre had built this, she was certain. The majority of Mechanicus disdain for the capabilities of biological systems was everywhere, in their slow transformation to more cybernetic forms, and in their use of brute approaches like combat drugs and electric shock to puppet and enrage their biological constructs when needed.

But the Magi responsible here had asked what systems were already in place within the holy human form, and how might they be coaxed to the effect desired. Their thrift had made this device scalable to massive quantities, for the Quartermaster had said every Krieg possessed one.

+The Quartermaster! He told me nothing of this! In fact, he waited till AFTER I had put it on before asking me whether I would be willing to saw up the battlefield dead! He knew it would make me pliable! That...that...oh!+

Miria thought she might have a word with him later, then thought better of it. She had been a complete mess during that encounter, and scant inches from being seen for what she was, a massive coward utterly in over her head.

+In fact, if I am honest with myself, would I have even worn it if he had told me what it would do to me?+

Probably not, and Miria could not deny that it had been useful, her dataslate now contained a copy of Amaranthine's plans for the laser drill, which saved Miria having to design one herself, and all it had taken was swallowing that stuck up whoredaughter's verbal barbs for a minute at most.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, but Miria vented a slightly manic giggle.

"Th-the look on her face! Oh that was priceless. She just did not know what to make of me did she? Nice to see her flustered for a change."

>>51083857

Of course, this raised an interesting possibility.
+Despite the danger...this device might make it possible for me to perform my job. I just need to make sure to use it as sparingly as possible.+

Miria was too amped up to sleep now, so she resolved to complete the modifications to her new Servitor. 32 Rho Epsilon had been a young man once, Miria believed. What skin it had left had the natural wear and tear of living outside a recharging station. She wondered absently what his crime against the Mechanicus had been. Whatever it was, he had paid in full, and Miria resolved to treat him well.

He was a technical servitor by default, with the left arm replaced with a pincer not unlike her own servo harness. Miria pursed her lips with distaste. To waste such a dexterous instrument as the hand on a simple load lifter was a colossal mistake. She would have to do better. The other arm was gone entirely, whatever tool had been there was missing outright. On his back rested several refrigerated, hermetically sealed racks for her grisly harvest.

The empty right shoulder socket however was robust indeed, Miria wagered it could accommodate a weapon, if she wished, and she most definitely wished.

+Something to give me support while I work, and cover up some deficiencies 301 might have. There is a massive surplus of parts here, I'm sure I can come up with something.+

She hummed a tune to calm her nerves while she worked, and about an hour later was surprised to note that the servitor was registering the sound in what remained of its auditory processing lobe.

"So you can hear can you?" She pat the servitor on the head. "And n-not just Technica. I-in that case here, I have a few things from home you might like..."

Rochas pushed himself through the doors and looked around. Well they weren't in the trenches anymore. Apparently the regiment had pulled back and based itself in the depot. Which was good, he could get around in a wheel chair on the smooth ground at the Depot, he wouldn't have been able to go anywhere in the muddy trenches.

He paused for a moment once he was out of the doors to enjoy the feeling of warm sunlight on his skin before flagging down a trooper and asking for directions to where Alpha was billeted. The trooper told him they were off by the airfield where they kept the Valkyries.

It was surprisingly quiet as he pushed himself over to the air field. Considering the entire regiment was probably staying here now he would have expected there to be more troopers moving around, but he didn't see too many people on the way to the Airfield. As he arrived he saw a pair of Valkyries lift off, and he stopped to watch as the pilots opened up the throttle and they roared away from the base.

"Brinkerhoff, is that you?" called out a voice from behind him. He turned himself around to see who was talking to him, and saw that it was Sergeant Teunissen. The muscular ebony haired man was standing in full combat gear in front of his squad who were likewise attired. "Rochas you dog it is you. I knew it would take more than some Xeno sniper to kill you."

"I wish i had had your confidence in my ability to survive after i had been shot" Rochas replied. "Before the blood loss got to me and i started going loopy i was convinced it was my time and the Emperor was calling me to his side" a slight exaggeration, but it made for a better story. "You going somewhere? You seem a little overdressed" he said while gesturing at the man's Carapace.

"They have us on standby while Beta and Theta comb the woods" replied the other sergeant "They find the Xenos they radio in, and we get delivered by air to deal with them."

>>51083887

She rummaged around in her things until she found the small, portable music player she had kept in her room at the Temple. "Honestly, some music will probably help me sleep. W-we're supposed to jump sometime tonight...and I-I don't want to be awake for that." She set it to play, and shoved her drawings into a drawer, before climbing into her cot.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcIMvliWM2I

"Oh. Papa always loved this one." Miria smiled at the memory. She had fallen asleep to this song many times growing up, as father listened to his old vinyl music box in the main room of their farmhouse.

She rolled over and looked at the servitor. "You know. I d-don't think it's right that the Krieg have n-no names for the Emperor to call them to his side." The servitor's remaining eye glanced her way, reacting to her motion probably.

Miria sighed. "I can't fix that, but I'm n-not calling you 32 Rho Epsilon either." She pulled the covers up and scooted deeper into the bed.

"I don't know what you did, but you serve the Emperor, and the Omnissiah through him now. And Imperial servants I command get names. So your name is Gael." She smiled. "It was my cat's name, when I was small." Miria rolled over, facing the heater in the wall. "Get some recharge in Gael, y-you don't want to be awake for the jump either."

Soon, only the sound of her slow breaths and the quiet piano notes filled the room.

Miria did not see that the lachrymal ducts in the remaining eye were also still intact.

>>51071449

Congrats on the book Emps. lemme know when it gets published and i'll pick up a copy. Off to work with me i'm afraid, busy weekend. I'll try to make it up to you all tomorrow if i can.

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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/51070350/

>>51083951
>>51083972
Glad to see you're still alive, BA. Have fun at work, we'll be keepin' the home fires burning.

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>>51083951

It's moments like this that I come to appreciate just how infrequently the Imperium is permitted to actually succeed. If this were a BL story right about now is when chaos would show up to start skullfucking everyone. God how I hate GW. Hugs and kisses Batavi.


>>51071449

I'm very pleased by your success. Hopefully the editors don't make you butcher it too much. Care to share any secrets to the publishing process for those of us contemplating our own work?

>>51078750

I'm really ambivalent about that working title. I just slapped it on there. If anyone has a better idea I'm happy to change it. I only came up with one good story title in my entire life.

>This pic from the other thread is just too adorable.

>>51084261
Cog and Krieg is pretty good, I don't see a problem with it.

>>51084261
Cog and krieg is nice. A Cog Among Kriegers or A Young Cog Abroad could also work perhaps? I am also not overly skilled at names.

>>51074790
It was a bit of both, really fucking good, and then drew us in and shat on everything

>>51072585
Monumentally

>>51079275
And it's shit because of that, your excuses just get more absurd each time you spout them. You could have brought it back around so much better but decided to burn the whole house down because "it might be interesting"

>>51080011
And is coming complete garbage

>>51084261
Unrelated to your previous descussions woth other anons, i fucking love your writing man. He story, characters and all that shit just work for me. Please keep up cog and krieg (i've always had a soft spot for the mechanicum) but have you got any of your other work archived? I want to read more of your work. Thanks for a bonza story from an anon.

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>>51085789
>>51085800
>>51085823
>>51085834

I begin to see what was meant in the other thread about /tg/ writefags disappearing from negative feedback.

Authors have hurt me as well with the directions they chose for their characters or stories, but it is their work. Lets not do the digital equivalent of harassing them in the street.


>>51086456

Er...I'm not sure my other material would be enjoyed by a /tg/ audience. This is the only Warhammer story I have written.

>>51083966
>tfw the big titted tech priest gives you a name

>>51083951

'Well then, that explains why the Valkyries left in such a hurry' thought Rochas.

"So there are a lot of Xenos left in the woods then? " He asked. Had the bombardment been unsuccessful?

"No" said Teunissen "not anymore. They were more frequent that first day, and the patrols found a few pockets of them yesterday, but that was the first time today that we got the call" he said while pointing to where the Valkyries had taken off from. Then he shrugged and said "honestly I think me and my boys are waiting around for nothing. We've scoured the Xenos off of this rock, it's ours now. Even if there are any aliens left out there in the forest there couldn't possibly be enough to threaten us."

"Well that's good news" said Rochas with a smile, and then his face slid into a slightly more nuetral expression and his brow furrowed. "So is the whole regiment not stationed here? It seems kinda empty."

"No the whole regiment is here, they just aren't all here right now."The other Sergeant said. In response Rochas raised a brow, silently asking him to elaborate further, which he did. "What I mean is a lot of the men are off on work details getting ready for the colonists arrival."

That made sense, sort of. "What sort of work?" He asked.

"Well when the colony ship arrives it'll have prefabricated hab blocks and some other necessities in the hold, so we don't have to worry about houses'n whatnot, but there are things you can't carry in a ship's hold you know? Roads, water lines and sewers, that sort of thing. They actually have a lot of the men making fields. Word is that once the initial supplies run out the colony is gonna have to be self sufficient for a while, so command has us preparing land for farming. You know anything about farming Rochas? "

He snorted and replied "no, of course not."

"Neither did I" said Teunissen "I always figured the guys on agriworlds just kinda stuck seeds in the ground and waited for the food to pop up you know?"

Suprise phone posting. We'll see how much I can get done before lunch break ends.

>>51087162
>>51087167
WHOOOOOOO

>>51087162

"I hadn't really thought about it" said Rochas. He honestly hadn't. In his experience food came out of processors, or from off world in a shipment. There weren't many farms on a Hiveworld after all. " So what do they have the men doing?" He asked.

"Well first they have them dig up a big plot of land and pull out all the stones" said the other Sergeant. "Then they set them to digging ditches and dividing it into sections. Apparently there's more to do before the fields are ready, but that's all they want us to do for now before the colonists arrive with the seeds to plant them. It's not like any of us are gonna be working the fields anyway, so I don't worry about it too much."

"Are the colonists from an agriworld then?" Rochas asked.

"Don't know" said Teunissen. "I haven't heard anything."

"Guess we'll just have to wait and see then" said Rochas. Rather than say anything the other man just grunted in agreement. After a moment Rochas asked "Do you know where I could find the Lieutenant, or any of the surviving members of my squad?"

"Well I don't know about your men" said Teunissen "but the LT should be over there in his office" he said and pointed towards a nearby building.

"Thank you" Rochas said, and then he turned himself towards the building. "See you around."

"Goodbye Rochas" he said. "Best of luck with the leg."

>>51087162
>>51087457
Glad I checked the thread before I crashed, doing great things Batavi

>>51070444
Under it's gasmask it's got a human face

>>51087162
>>51087457

>Tapping Hivers for agriculture infrastructure.

Emperor bless the Administratum.

>>51086738
Pay no heed to them. They just say things because being mean= cool in their minds.

>>51089424
It's hilarious how deluded you are

>>51083838
> flight or flight
One "l" too much.

>>51088624
>Form 4F lit.a) says under No.86: "You got a planet and a comfy job. Shut up and handle it!"

>>51087457
Time for Harvest Moon 40k

>>51084261
Keep Cog and Krieg. Say it aloud and it sounds like a riff on Love and Krieg. It's good.

>>51087457
>digging ditches
The Krieg are perfect for that.

So when can we expect Ogryn and Krieg?

>>51092317
You forget names carry between boards again?

>>51093483
Im really bad at it, i stopped posting in /srg/ to avoid doing it even.

Maybe i'll be a writefag so i can keep the damn name.

Bump for glorious lewds

bumpin

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>>51095145

bump

>>51093607
Include kriegers and writeporn and you're golden

>>51099094
Oh i write porn, but i hardly think the kind 4chan likes. What with it being homestuck usually.

I'll see if i can write something x krieg. Who knows maybe it'll be better then nothing.

>>51099171
Sweet

>>51099171
Can I put in a request? Sister of Battle X Fem-Krieg sounds enticing.

>>51089424
Calling out a botched ending isn't being mean, its calling out a botched ending.

>>51099171
>>51100886
Nah, we need some penitentiary sisters trying to get it on with a male Krieger, the screams are unidentifiable, but no one sleeps for a mile around.

>>51100927
I can see it now.

"D-do you hate yourself?" The Sister of Battle grabbed the krieger's hand, smiling shyly as the lieutenant looked away, flagellation whip on the floor.

"Hey, don't worry." Sister Abbey undoes some of her bandages, revealing her own flagellation scars. "I hate myself too."

AND I SWEAR BY THE MOON AND THE STARS IN THE SKY~

>>51100981
Could a Krieger learn to feel fear? I imagine its like Vegeta teaching that fat Android how to run for its life(?).

>>51101029
Krieg arent famous for resisting chaos influence, only the sisters and grey knights are. They are falliable, perhaps more so for their fanaticism.

>>51099171
Oh damn, I wasn't expecting you take me up on that. You heard BataviAnon back when he was still just anon, more lewd is welcome in the thread as long as it features traumatized clones in gas masks.

Maybe don't go as far as >>51100927, though.

>>51101115
Or not.
>>51100981

>>51101115
Fair enough, as long as our gas mask brethren get some lovin.

>>51083966
Shit like this is why being a servitor is a living hell.

>>51102522
The agony of getting to look, but never touching.

>>51087457
Welp, this is going to get interesting. Hivers making a agriworld...there is nothing wrong with this. Even the Krieger's get to make it home, someone is going to lose a leg from a stray landmine aren't they?

>>51102632
Or feeling...or actually having a working dick anymore.

>>51102739
Oh contrare, we only know its missing ONE limb and its not that one.

bamp

>>51083966

++4163921.M41(MISSION CLOCK, TEMPORAL ANCHOR LOST) Segmentum ERROR, Sector ERROR, System ERROR, ERROR, 1109 local(SHIP TIME)++

Once in the Warp, Gael's arms had occupied her for a two days and change. First it had been scouring the cargo deck for parts and brandishing her talisman to any servitor that queried her about her business there. She had found a three sided, jointed claw that would serve far better than the simple clamp he had currently. Writing the OS for the new hand, and proofreading it after Gael's first attempted usage of it put a fist through some exposed piping, also took many hours.

While she worked, she resolved that she ought to learn some hexamath, as it seemed to be the new hotness in modern Mechanicus programming architecture. Besides, if she learned it well enough she might be able to teach it when she returned to Pallas. If she returned.

She cranked up the music and powered through the creeping dread. Fortunately, the next task was building the weapon Gael would carry, and that made her feel much better about her survival chances.

The Krieg had brought literal boatloads of guns of all types imaginable, but Miria wanted to consult on this one. She could shoot, even well perhaps, thanks to her father; but strategy and the concerns of weapon type and composition as it pertained to tactics were nearly unknown to her. She needed guidance.

She found guidance on top of 301, going through some checklist with their men.
"301 Alpha? Could I h-have a moment of your time?"

The gasmask turned from their list to face her. "Ja. One moment."

The Krieg leaned down into the bowels of the turret. "Panzercommandante, Frau Enginseer ist requesting to speak with you."

+Frakk. I could have sworn Alpha was the tall one. Always check the damn collars for stripes.+

Rather than fumble an apology and multiply her embarrassment, Miria elected to grit her teeth and try to keep the blush to a minimum.

>>51105130

Momentarily another gasmask popped the turret cowling, this one with three stripes on its collar. "Ja?"

+I should make an effort to be nice.+

Miria smiled. "Good d-day uh...how are you?"

*...Inhale*

"301 is fully operational." Alpha stated.

Adept Rorken's smile became slightly tilted. "That's...good? H-How are *you* though?"

Both Krieg exchanged a look.

After a beat, Alpha spoke again. "I am included in that assessment of readiness Frau Enginseer."

+Right. Kay.+

"Can-can I borrow you f-for a little bit? I need your assistance with s-something."

Alpha nodded, and handed the tool they were holding to...probably Beta, Miria wagered. She remembered Beta was also tall. It was the Navigator and Main Gunner who came barely up to her neck.

Miria led the commander to the personnel storage section of the hangar, where the man portable weapon systems were being kept. Waiting for them, silent but for the whirring of fans and immobile save for his single eye, which followed them as they approached, was Miria's servitor.

"Gael, t-this is Panzer Commander 301 Alpha. You will obey h-his orders as though they were my own."

A vox caster bolted to the side of the servitor's head crackled to life. "Affirmative. Servitor Gael updating IFF protocols. Updating Triage protocols. Updating..."

Miria nodded and turned to Alpha while Gael's wetware chugged along. "Give him a minute, your m-medical servitors h-have a lot of programming in them."

Alpha was already looking at Miria. "That is not an appropriate servitor designation."

Miria frowned. "And?"

Alpha put his hands behind his back at parade rest. "All battlefield assets will be given designations such that their tallying, cataloging and allocation can be carried out with the greatest speed and highest precision." He pointed at Gael. "What was its designation?"

+Sounds like I just had the book quoted at me.+

>>51105152

"32 R-Rho Epsilon, but I gave him the name Gael. I've seen it done b-before. Magi and A-Adepts can name servitors w-whatever they wish."

Alpha shook his head. "Unacceptable. 32 Rho Epsilon is Munitorum property, you may not rename him."

+Oh really?+

"Him?" Miria asked.

"It." Said Alpha with the faintest touch of annoyance.

"Fine then." Miria turned back to the cyborg. "Servitor. What is your designation?"

The eye darted between Miria and Alpha. "Updating command control hardlinks...This servitor-"

Alpha interrupted. "Your designation is 32 Rho Epsilon."

The eye held Alpha's gaze for a few moments, then looked at Miria. "Servitor Gael remembers the rain."

Miria grinned and clapped her hands "Well, t-that settles that."

+What rain?+

Alpha turned back to face her. "You have tampered with its core programming."

Miria's grin became wider. "Nope! I told him y-you were my equal in every way. He just likes Gael b-better."

Alpha's grip behind his back tightened. "Servitors do not 'like' anything, they are machines."

Oh no, this was her domain now. Alpha and his Krieg might know war far better than she, but qualified to opine on this matter, he was not. With a momentary gulp of fear, Miria released the haughty academician in her.

"I-Indeed he is 301 Alpha, as all things that move with p-purpose in the cosmos are. I am Mechanicus Biologis, and hear me when I say we too are machines, merely of different construction. Both equally blessed by the motive f-force of the Deus Machina."

Miria drew herself up. "Though even by th-the narrow d-definition you allude to, he is more, for he was once a man."

Alpha crossed his arms over his chest. "A man, I assure you Enginseer, who was unworthy of your respect. I know what he once was."

Miria started. "Really? You know who he was?"

Alpha shook his head. "Not who. What. He was a failure. And unworthy of a name."

>>51105169

The Enginseer glanced over at Gael, who was still muttering to himself, but his eye was fixed on Miria.

"I m-must respectfully disagree commander, I find him an entirely s-satisfactory servant of the Omnissiah." She countered.

The Krieg remained still, hands behind his back.

Adept Rorken swiped the air with a hand. "I did n-not bring you here to get into an argument commander, I truly do need your help. But, i-if you wish me to reset Gael's OS, you will need to o-order me to do it."

"Update complete, ready for new commands." Said Gael.

Alpha spared the servitor one more glance. "I do not have the authority to issue orders to you Enginseer, except in combat." He assumed a marginally less rigid posture. "What do you need?"

+That's good to know.+

"Gael needs a weapon. He will be accompanying us when we go into battle, something that can perform a function 301 lacks.

Alpha seemed to think for a moment. "Your primary threats when dismounted will be enemy infantry. I can provide some cover from the turret mounted heavy stubber, but relying upon that exclusively is unwise."

Miria pulled out some of the drawings she had made the night before. "How about this?" She asked.

Alpha brought the page close to his goggles, tracing words with a finger. Miria felt her face heating as she abruptly remembered how awful her handwriting was.

"Is this...a grenade launcher?"

Miria nodded. "I, uh looked over the manifests and you Krieg really, r-really like melta weapons. And g-grenade launchers. A lot."

He pointed at the drawing. "And this?"

Miria leaned over to see what he meant. "Oh! Yeah the shoulder is r-rated to accept a much larger weapon. L-like a heavy bolter or s-something, but Gael c-can't have the ammo hopper in the back, because that's where the o-organs go."

>>51105182

She rubbed the back of her neck. "S-So I kind of thought, why not just throw a pair of lasguns on top of the launcher? Twin linked, t-they would pack a wallop. The w-weight comes out about the same in the end. He c-can even reload the launcher with the new hand I got for him."

Alpha looked at the drawing again, turning it sideways. "I have never...seen such a weapon configuration before." He handed it back to her. "I see no reason why such a system would be unsound."

Miria took the drawing, stuffing it back into her robes. "G-great!"

At the Krieg commander's continuing scrutiny, Miria found herself blurting platitudes.

"D-don't worry! It's not tech heresy. W-well, it won't be soon anyway. I'm s-sure once I send the design to the High Proctor he and the Fabricator Locum will sanction it." Miria put a thumb to her chest. "I've done this before." She nodded with confidence.

+Well, except for the Razorsnakes. That had been a poor choice on my part. But I'm two for three on getting my tech heresies retroactively approved!+

"I...see." Said Alpha, in a slightly faraway voice.

Miria waved Gael over, and bowed to the Krieg. Gael bowed as well. "Thank y-you for your assistance commander. I believe I-I should have everything ready to go by the time we m-make planetfall on Saval."

Alpha saluted. "The squadron is also prepared. We should have the latest intel reports from our forces when we translate back into realspace at the edge of the Saval system three days from now."

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I must collapse now. Please feel free to point out any mistakes you see so I can get them fixed when I throw these posts in the pastebin.

>>51090844

Thank you, it will be fixed in the pastebin.


I promise someday these people will actually start killing orks and fucking eachother. I swear.

>>51102522
>>51102632
>>51102739
>>51102872

Oh my.

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>>51105208
>2/3 on getting tech heresies retroactively approved

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>>51105208
Two out of three.

>>51105394
I am loving your work. Honestly, I am fine with the slow character development. The more of this story to read the better.

>>51105394
>One well endowed techpriestess
>A full tank crew of emotionally stunted sociopathic wind up soldiers

The reconstruction of her ass after they're done with it is gonna be declared tech heresy.

>>51108951

I take it i'm not the only one who's imagined the entire tank crew gangbanging her then?

>>51110745
GET A DRAWFAG IN HERE

>>51110745
It is the most efficient way Anon, do you hate efficiency?

>>51106231
>>51105799
From what i can tell our magos tends to be rather and by rather severly impulsive. So she simply made 3 designs BEFORE she was actually allowed and when the Razorsnakes didnt pass paperwork she simply killed them before shit went south so she wasnt killed by firing squad.

>>51087457

Thank you" Rochas called back over his shoulder to the other Sergeant as he pushed his wheelchair towards the lieutenant's office. Getting through the door was a bit of a trick, but he managed to enter the building without needing anyone to help him. He wasn't really sure where Goossens office was, but he didn't mind taking the time to look for it. It wasn't really like he had anything better to do.

After surveying the first floor and poking his head into each room he came to an unfortunate conclusion. Either the lieutenant wasn't in his office at the moment, or his office wasn't on this floor, and the building had no elevators or ramps.

He stared at the stairwell. The stepped tiles seemed to be mocking him. He looked to his left, and then to his right. He appeared to be alone. Now he could just accept that he wasn't going to be able to find the lieutenant at the moment and leave quietly with none the wiser, and in all honesty that was probably the smart thing to do, but he'd be damned if he let a few stairs beat him.

As he maneuvered himself to the foot of the stairs and grabbed the hand rail he imagined he could hear a husky monotone demanding to know what it was he thought he was doing. He could picture the light reflecting off the lenses of her gasmask as she stared at him disapprovingly, but he pushed it to the side.

They were just stairs, no big deal. He wouldn't put any weight on his injured leg, he would just hop up them on the good one while holding the hand rail for support. If he held the wheelchair in his other hand then he could just get back in it at the top of the stairs.

It would be fine. They were just stairs. He could handle stairs. He wasn't going to let this limit him. He knew he shouldn't do this, but he didn't care. He would not be helpless. He had come here to find the lieutenant and he wasn't going to let a few raised steps stop him. He was Alpha. He was a decorated combat veteran. He was going up these stairs.

Phone posting between classes.Gotta go. I'll explain yesterday later. Many apologies. Be back around three (or possibly sooner depending on how attentive the prof is.)

>>51112021

*grabs popcorn*

Oh yes Rochas, do your best!

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bump!

page 9? not on my watch

>>51110745
>>51108951
In my mind, she becomes a bit of a motherly figure for them, losing her nervousness because she has to help them more than worry about herself. They all come to see her as a nurturing figure, and then they all come to her for "stress relief" and tender loving, with her ruffling their hair, whispering sweet nothings, and giving them comfort for the first time in their lives.

>>51112021
Rochas is far too cocky facing the greatest threat in all of 40k

>>51112207
You ain't gotta explain shit bro, we hold the line

>>51117348
She names all of them, much to their annoyance and becomes a robotic princess to their dwarves. They do love their tunnels.

>>51117377
If love can bloom taught me ANYTHING it is that furniture CAN fall to chaos.

BAAAAAAAAAAMP

Its the eyes. The soulless ever staring eyes. It wouldn't be so bad if she were to blink every now and again. Instead she lays there, watching you. Thats not to say she isn't impressed or feels nothing. There are the tell-tale signs. Her lips parting ever so slightly. Her regimented and steady breath falls off cadence between thrusts here or there. All told shes more animated than some of the girls you've been with. But those damn eyes.

There's nothing behind them. No judgment, no pleasure, no boredom. Just staring at you with complete focus. She's taken to the whole matter like it were any other duty. Surprising how quickly she even agreed to it. So now there you are in bed, with you trying to show off and she lays there motionless and staring. Sure she's receptive of your needs, and follows your curt orders, but something is off about it all. and it goes back to those damn eyes.

You can see it, the bizarre innocence in them. She doesn't fully understand what she's doing, nor the impetus of it. To her it was just another duty. Maintain the morale, keep spirits up. Doesn't matter. It feels as though you are taking advantage of her. Perhaps what you are doing is wrong, but no. You explained it to her and she agreed.

She could be in the deepest throws of ecstasy and you would never know unless you looked. Sure she's flowing like a river, and her face is now red. Just those damn eyes. Please do something. Blink, look away. Anything. Please! In the end your body is satisfied, but you feel as if something is now missing. She dresses and puts that mask on, but now you know. Those damn eyes.

>>51120753
dammit krieg. I would settle more for cuddles than straight up smut after this.

>>51105208
I like this girl, nothing like a little illegal experimentation in collage. Good times.

>>51112021
YOU CAN DO ITTTT! maybe.

>>51120753
This man better grab her and cuddle the shit out of her, sign up to fight, and protect her for the rest of his life and risk the firing squad. In that order.

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>>51120753
If he doesn't become as close to pic related for this girl, he fails as a man.

>>51112021
Stairs the greatest enemy of the 41st millennium.

>>51105208

++4166921.M41(MISSION CLOCK, TEMPORAL ANCHOR LOST) Segmentum ERROR, Sector ERROR, System ERROR, ERROR, 1109 local(SHIP TIME)++

Miria popped the hatch to find all four of them within, apparently resting.

"Guten Morgen Frau Enginsee-"

"Yes hello pardon me." Miria clambered in, wriggling between Alpha and Delta in the turret to land in the central bowels of the 301.

The insides of the tank were surprisingly spacious, Miria conceded, being without any major ammunition dependent weapon systems and the fact that the Pallasian manufacturers had opted for a single large heat sink in the back next to the engine rather than two independent systems for the turret Lascannon and the hull Lascannon meant that a person might actually stand, somewhat stooped, within the Leman Russ' central chamber. To Miria's front were the paired seats of the driver and navigator gunner. Beta and Gamma had both turned to look at her.

Alpha spoke first. "Do you need assistance Enginseer?"

Miria pursed her lips. "Yeah. What's a spot in h-here that you guys never touch?"

The masks all did a slow rotation in place. "...The area directly above the heat sink is kept intentionally clear." Gamma said.

Miria saw the spot, it was close to where she would be sitting, behind everyone else and near the engine. "That should work."

Miria pulled a wax candle from her robes, and unrolled a piece of heavy parchment.

Outside the tank, Gael could be heard climbing into his docking cradle that had been bolted to the rear of the vehicle, with a power and comm jack for him to plug into.

Now Alpha spoke. "Frau Enginseer, may we ask what you are doing?"

Miria unscrewed a small section of bulkhead, laid it flat and placed the parchment over it. "S-Same thing I did to 303 and 302."

>>51123028

She lit the candle, and molten wax started to drip onto the parchment face. From the turret above her, Alpha and Delta had a clear view of what was on it. Calligraphic strings of symbols snaked around the parchment in overlapping hexagonal shapes.

"What...are those numbers and letters?" Asked Alpha

"F-formulae describing physical laws of the universe, t-transcribed in hexamath, along with invocations from the Canticle of t-the Deus Machina, set in h-hexagrammic wards." Miria stated blandly. Then she giggled. "Heh. Hexagon is a f-funny word."

Beta spoke after a moment. "Enginseer...are you well?"

Miria looked up at them while the wax continued to drip, smiling beneath baggy eyelids. "Hm? Oh yeah, just h-haven't slept in 60 hours. *Yawn* Had to learn hexamath to make this." Then after a moment. "Thank you for a-asking though."

"What is its purpose?" Asked Delta.

"K-Keeps me from being the tastiest griddlecake in the g-galaxy when we try to translate back to realspace. Did y-you know the Gellar fields on these ships regularly go to over 115% max threshold during a j-jump's termination shock?"

Miria began to babble.

"Got the b-blessed candles from the Eclessiarchy Tabernacle one d-deck above us. Y-You'd be amazed the places a servitor can go unmolested, or the things people just let them pick up and take a-away.

"Gael is helping." Came the monotone declaration over the vehicle intercom.

"Yes you are." Miria put the candle out and pulled out a seal embossed with the Aquila. "I bet the M-Mechanicus uses servitors as spies. You w-would make a great spy Gael."

"Gael is helping."

Gamma examined the parchment once the seal was affixed and the plate it was upon screwed back into place. "What is the animal you have drawn in the center?"

>>51123040

"It is a cat Gamma. I like cats. I am sure the God Emperor likes cats and I am sure the Great Enemy hates cats." Miria sank into her seat.

"Gael is a cat."

"No sweetest, you are named after a cat." Miria sighed. "Wake me up if we all don't get eaten."

"...Gael is helping."
***61 hours ago***

Curiosity got the better of Miria at last, and she decided to tap into the external sensors, just for a little bit. Boredom had set in again after she had slapped together Gael's combat armature and test fired it (at 1% power) in her quarters. Getting the chance to see the warp, even interpreted through the medium of technological instrumentation, was a once in a lifetime chance.

+Well, hopefully at least twice in a lifetime. I do want to go home after this.+

At first the feed was just a riot of electromagnetic noise that hurt to look at and listen to. After a few seconds however, Miria swore she could hear some kind of repeating pattern in the noise. It took about a minute for her to recognize it as Pallasian PDF Morse, which she had learned from her father as a child. Still reeling from the realization that she was actually hearing it in the warp, the contents of the message became increasingly clear.

It was a recipe. For cornbean griddlecakes.

By the sound of it, maybe the best recipe she had ever heard, possibly the best recipe ever. It was brilliant, sublime, the flavors were sure to be exquisite, why had no one thought of this before?

It called for a pint of Miria's blood. As a thickener.

>>51123028

Damn it that local time should read 0805. Ah well.

>>51111901

It's debatable whether Kraellen has done her any favors in the long run covering for her mistakes like he has.

>>51123060
>It called for a pint of Miria's blood. As a thickener.

NOPE

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>>51123060
>It called for a pint of Miria's blood. As a thickener.

It didn't say what type of blood...

>>51123060
>It was a recipe. For cornbean griddlecakes.
>By the sound of it, maybe the best recipe she had ever heard, possibly the best recipe ever. It was brilliant, sublime, the flavors were sure to be exquisite, why had no one thought of this before?
>It called for a pint of Miria's blood. As a thickener.

Clearly the voice of nurgle, I can't imagine any of the other gods concerning themselves with cooking. Besides Slaanesh but even then only the most froufrou deconstructed molecular gastronomical concoctions. Because prissy.

>>51112021

He grasped the hand rail tightly and planted his foot firmly on the ground, and then he began to pull himself up out of his wheelchair. It was more difficult than he had expected it to be. He felt uncharacteristically weak. But though it required more effort than he expected he had soon gained his feet and was halfway out of his chair when he heard a voice behind him.

"Uh Sarge, what are you doing?" the voice asked.

Caught in the middle of his awkward one legged transition from seated to standing, with his knee bent and his posterior hanging half a foot above his chair, he finished straightening out before turning to see who it was. When he turned and looked he saw that it was Trooper Eikenborn and a few other men he didn't recognize. Probably his new squad.

"I'm looking for lieutenant Goossens" He replied.

"Unless i'm mistaken it looks like you came here in a wheel chair" Alfons said as the other men trailed off and left. They looked tired, and they were in full kit, but they didn't look like they'd been in combat. Probably just came off of standby. In moments Rochas was alone with the former member of his squad, who walked quickly towards him while continuing to speak. "which you really should sit back down in. If you need the LT someone can go and grab him for you, but i'm not letting you kill yourself trying to go up those stairs."

Slightly chagrined Rochas felt the need to defend himself "I would have been fine, they're just stairs."

"Sir, you came in a wheelchair" the Trooper responded as he reached Rochas and guided him back down into his chair. "What in the name of Terra made you think stairs were a good idea?"

>>51124258

Rochas paused for a moment. Honestly it was a terrible idea, and he had known that. This just made it even more blatantly obvious. "I don't know" He said "I suppose i was just sick of not being able to do things on my own. Last few days i couldn't even take a piss without having to call for someone to get rid of the bed pan for me. Guess i just wanted to do this myself."

"Nothing to be ashamed of sarge" said Eikenborn. "I mean you got shot. No one is gonna think less of you if you need a while to get back on your feet."

Rochas wasn't comfortable saying it out loud, but he supposed the man had a point. They sat there in silence for a moment before Alfons asked "Would you like me to go and get the lieutenant?"

"No" the sergeant said "No i'll speak to him another time. Actually, since you're here, do you think you could spare a moment? We didn't have much of a chance to talk when you and Gelen visited me before."

"Yeah i suppose i could stick around for a bit sarge." He Said "What do you need?"

"Well how have you been? Rochas asked "How's the new squad?"

"S'alright" Alfons said " Haven't had any problems with them, though i don't exactly feel close with them either. It is what it is."

"I'm sure you'll get along great once you've had a bit more time with them" He said. "Remember when you and Lauwers first got transferred in from the 47th? It was rocky at first, but before long it was as if you two had always been part of the squad. Give it a bit."

"Yeah you're right sarge" Said Eikenborn quietly. "I just miss everyone you know? We'd gone through a lot together."

"We certainly did" Rochas said quietly, and they sat there together in silence for a moment lost in reflection before Alfons spoke up.

"Hey sarge listen, i got something i want to say" He said.

"What is it?" the sergeant asked.

"I wanted to thank you" the Trooper said. " I wouldn't have made it through Trieste if it wasn't for you."

>>51124292

Rochas shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair. "Nothing to thank me for" He said. "I just did my duty is all, same as anyone else." They fell silent again for a moment before the other man responded quietly.

"Duty didn't demand that you care" Eikenborn whispered before gaining a little volume. "You remember those Cadian boys we met? How they said only idiots and fresh meat made friends since they'd just die on you anyway? They didn't care, and as far as i'm concerned they can go sit on a chain-sword and spin, cause no matter what kind of fancy honors they have none of them will ever be half of the man you are. You bled for us sarge. You cared, and i'll never forget that."

"And how many are left?" Rochas asked. Oh Emperor this hurt. He didn't think about this, didn't let himself think about it, but the dam was bursting and it came pouring out anyway. He wasn't shouting, but his voice was loud and it was vehement. "What good did it do? I left Batavi with ten men, and only one of them is left and he's missing a fekking arm! And the men who replaced them when i let my men slip through my fingers? I lost most of them too! There's only three of you left! I failed them, i failed them and they're dead. They're dead and all that's left is trinkets in a fekking box!"

"You didn't fail anyone sarge" Alfons replied as he put a hand on his shoulder. "Sometimes there's nothing you can do. It's just the way it is, but i know you always did your best."

"I should have done more" he said. It came out a bit quieter. After his outburst he felt drained.

"You did more than enough Rochas" said Eikenborn. "You may not agree with me, but i stand by what i said. I wouldn't have survived on Trieste all those years without you looking out for us. Even if i'm not part of your squad anymore you'll always be my sergeant, just remember that. You didn't fail, and i know none of them would blame you."

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>>51124320
God dam it....

>>51124258
>>51124292
>>51124320
Those are some serious feels

>>51124320
You made me feel my own feels. Nobody makes me feel my own feels. Good job man, that was beautiful.

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>>51124320
Rochas needs a hug from a krieg qt about now.

>>51123060
And this kiddies, is why you never talk/listen/think about communicating to the warp while in the middle of transit/ever. And the cute cat pic for the tank is adorable.

>>51123060

No Miria no don't do it. Griddled Khornecakes may be delicious but they aren't worth it.

>Griddled Khornecakes

Now I want breakfast

>>51128307
What kind of demented balanced breakfast includes khorncakes?

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>>51128307
>>51129730

>>51129813
Cakes not flakes, no wonder you have no sorcerers.

>>51129989

Wasn't the blood Ravens chapter master a secret khorne sorcerer?

Bump

>>51124258
>>51124292
>>51124320
I wonder if Medi will notice Rochas's state and try to give him a hug.

While it's obvious that Kriegers can be psykers (as they still have souls), I'm not quite sure what would happen to a Kreig Psyker.

So, anyone know?

>>51134481
Demons would probably avoid them, Kriegers to them would be like having a Blank in the room and they cant get away from him, Slanneshi demons really HATE them because they are so antithetical to their existence, Khorn doesn't like them because they are just fighting shearly on movement with no emotions involved, Tzeench doesn't like them because they are to boring/unenlightened/exct, and Nurgle cant love them because their world and entire existence is nuclear clean, down to their personality, I would imagine any demon passing by their world would shudder in their presence because they are just a step down under an actual Blank. With the few Krieger's that feel any emotion being so extreme that its like a all you can eat buffet, tldr if they don't feel anything anymore, then they are incorruptible because they have everything suppressed like a Korean firing line, if they do and no one is around for them to latch on to, well...a Krieger experiencing justifiable rage at creation would make them an invaluable ally to chaos.

>>51134481

I really hope the professor doesn't notice me doing this. Canonically there are almost no psychers born on krieg. Reason being is that they hate them and part of the eugenics program of krieg is culling psychers from their gene pool. This is also the reason canonically that krieg regiments dislike working with imperial factions that field psychers. It straight up says in the books they hate grey knights and only work with them grudgingly for instance.

>>51134865
But aren't the grey knights a tightly kept secret?

Or have I been away from 40k for too long?

>>51134904

Yes, they are super secret, which is why that bit made me scratch my head when I read it, and why I remembered it. Sometimes gw and forgeworlds fluff doesn't always get along thst well. I'll quote you the passage when I get back home tonight and I can get at it.

>>51135075
No real need for that, I believe you. There are quite a few inconsistances in the 40k galaxy

>>51135386
pardon my spelleing, my excuse is that it's 0130 at night here and I'm Swedish

>>51135075
I think because that part of the grey knights are so unpopular, so many people forget it.

Same with the fact that if anyone found out chaoos existed theyd be sterlized and quarantined as well. A imperial guard that fights chaos only lasts till the end of the war. So naturally Krieg would be LIVID at the thought of Grey Knights because the presence of them means the Krieg will die for nothing because if the Krieg don't lose the Grey knights will just force them to rot in a jail with their entire life being deprived of meaning.

The grey knights are pretty much the worst things that can happen to a Krieger.

I also assumed all psykers were sent on the black ships gleefully because they got to die for the emperor quickly while the others have to fight for that right.

Bump

bump

>>51137866
Oh man, so even if they succeed they don't get to live? You would think they would just send them to die at a new chaos front, endlessly fighting

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>>51070350
Bonjour space WW1 french soldiers.

I have $600 and want to start a krieg force, how do i do ? last time I played was when blood angels just got the stormraven and their new codex and everyone was whining about the Death company dread that makes more attack when it attacks.

Do they use lots of tanks ? or do they footslog ? i think they are supposed to be siege masters (at least its what i remember of the fluff)

Is there a "standard" 1850points krieg army or should I just use the last imperial guard codex ?

I want either DKOK or catachan, but Catalans still arent updated since when i quit..

>>51142617
Shipping people off world is risky because their is no gurantee they will show up in the right place or the right time. Thats fine with needing reinforcements because you simply send more then needed and hope the mass outdoes the buffer. If your cup is leaky and you intend to fill the cup you just need a excessive pouring of water.

But if you are keeping a secret then your goal is to make sure none of them escapse so in this case you are trying to keep water hitting the ground. So Inquisitors tend to just send fresh troops, watch chaos rip them in two, shoot everyone who freaks and doom the rest.

I know what you are thinking, how does this explain Cadia or the Commisars? THey fight chaos all the time.

Great question. I don't know, the Months of Shame make no sense in that regard.

Keeping chaos secret is not actually feasible, thats been obvious since 30k but it was the Emperors big demand and a big reason why the inquisition even exists in the first place.

So... stupid it is.

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>nothing like home sweet Krieg

>>51123060

++2167921.M41 Segmentum Tempestus, Uhulis Sector, Saval System, Interplanetary Space, 0051 local++

Commodore Kalia Mahad did not like this.

"How old is this feed?"

"Two hours ma'am, from probe seven, the one they have not located yet." called an officer from somewhere deep in the sensorium pit beneath her.

On her left, her XO examined the hologram. "This brings their total vessels in system to over a dozen, and, despite the difficulty in classifying orkoid ships, at least two are of comparable size to a Grand Cruiser."

Kalia rubbed the scar on her chin as she paced the command plinth. "I am beginning to share General Rathjen's concerns."

Her XO smiled. "Really? I won't tell a soul." When he saw Mahad continue to stare at the hologram, brow furrowed with worry, his expression sobered.

"Truly commodore, I really think Rathjens is merely feeling a little weak in the knees without his air cover. You know how the groundlings are. The minute we have to move off station there are always 'disasters' about to happen." He pointed at the spinning projection of Saval, floating before them, wreathed by a thin halo of red blips. "Rathjens would have us engage a force three times our mass, just to deploy fighters for an attack that should wait a week anyway, since we have fresh troops and ships enroute."

Kalia continued her pacing. "Olivar Rathjens is no grox pup Number One. He has two successful campaigns under his belt and a fighting retreat from Erindi that is still the talk of the town at sector command, two years later." Mahad sighed. "We are lucky to have him on the ground this early in the fight. Usually I would be talking to some tea sipping nobleman's second son, rammed down the throat of some PDF Officer School, with no ability to control anything more complex than his piss hitting the inside of a toilet bowl, and even then only when he is sober, which, once the fighting starts, would be never."

>>51143380

The commodore pointed to the globe. "Rathjens is telling us he needs to make this attack NOW, and my battlegroup-"

"Of two cruisers and three destroyers." Interjected the XO.

"-are loitering off the fifth planet in the system with our hands up each other's asses waiting for troop transports to arrive so that Rathjens can be reinforced to do the very thing he is perfectly willing and ready to attempt with his current forces." She slammed a balled fist against the bulkhead. "That Pallasian Magos he has with him is equally insistent. He says the orks are building something on the planet's surface. Something big."

The XO nodded. "We expected that though. If the orks are to use this system as a staging area for their waaaagh, they will need to build up infrastructure. The site the Magos mentions is likely the beginnings of that. Fuel dumps, refineries, manufactora and such. Easy targets for our bombers, once we have the numbers to contest the sky."

He contemplated his fingernails for a moment. "Maybe that's the problem. Rathjens is worried he won't get a chance to bloody his sword once we bombard the ork bases back to ruin. He wants us to be accessories to HIS victory, not watch while we win his fight for him."

The commodore shook her head.. "Using this star system makes no tactical sense at all. There are no developed resources, no technologies to loot, no facilities already in place for the orks to convert. The planet is a perfect virgin wilderness of giant monsters and little else. They are fools to begin a waaagh here, which means it is likely not their purpose."

"As per usual, the orks do not encode their transmissions, and the ones we have intercepted, while fragmentary, do seem to indicate they are here to 'gets everyfing reddy and waits for da boss' if memory serves." The XO countered.

>>51143399

"Indeed? And where is this mysterious warboss they keep referencing? Not here, apparently, for here they still wait. And orks without a warboss are a disorganized rabble at best, and a fratricidal mob at worst." Mahad sank into her command chair, and chugged the shot of amasec that had been loitering on its arm, unheeded for some time.

"Exactly!" Said the XO, "the orks shot down one of their own ships just two days ago when we broke orbit."

"It was trying to chase us." Said Mahad quietly. "They shot it down for breaking formation." She blew up the globe until the planet covered the whole holopit. Men and servitors passed through the bottom of the projection, making the south pole into a fizzling lightshow.

"The largest concentration of ships is in geostationary orbit over the ork base, with picket vessels, (though the very notion that orks would be capable of picket duty astounds me) spaced evenly around the equator, ready to react to emerging threats." She poured another shot and downed it in a single gulp. "Something is up."

Now the XO started to look worried too. "Perhaps we-"

"Ma'am! A pair of warp translation signatures, five million klicks starboard!" Yelled the astrogator.

Mahad was out of her chair instantly. "Mass and disposition?"

"Looks like...I think it's the troop transports we've been waiting for, IFF reads the Providential Deliverance and the uh...Frigid Bitch. Opening channels Ma'am."

"Frigid Bitch?" Echoed Mahad and her XO nearly in unison.

"Look, Ah didn't pick th' name," came a drawling voice over the vox. "We'n haulin grain by trade mostwise, but men too iffn the need's great. Which ah reckon it must be, elsewise Ah'd be at home makin' my ladyfair forget her own name an' sucking a fine gum leaf cheroot bout now 'stead of...wherever the great googly frakk this is...*audible scratching sounds*...Saval? Sounds like summat ya get of a Hydraphur joygal."

"Uh-" Mahad started.

>>51143426

"That's a lie. Ah definitely picked th' name." Continued the voice. "Mine's Cap'n Barlow Tirgonius Graves by th' by. Barls iffn ya dun feel like 'nunciatin th' whole thing."

A second voice, female and righteously indignant, blared from the vox as well. "...And I am Captain Varda Mckeon. The Providential Deliverance is a transport chartered by the God Emperor's most holy Ecclesiarchy, and we wish to lodge a writ of censure that a vessel such as ours would ever be placed in formation with...with the likes of HIM. A sinful, lecherous free trader abhorrent in the sight of Him on Earth. The sector Cardinal shall hear of this affront, we assure you Commodore."

A vein distended momentarily in Mahad's neck. Her XO seemed about to place a fortifying hand on her shoulder, then thought better of it.

Kalia gnawed on the seat cushions for a moment, rage filled moans muffled by the pillow. Then she took a deep breath. "...Good day captains. We have already delayed far too long at this location, depriving allied forces of vital air cover for days to rendezvous with you here, so I will not be addressing any concerns you may have until we are underway."

She coughed, pulling a bit of chair fluff from her teeth. "Here is the plan. We are going to boost in system at once-" She glanced at her astrogator out of the corner of her eye. He shook his head. "-I am sorry, perhaps I gave the wrong impression. When I said at once, that was an order."

>>51143443

Both transports belatedly ignited their drives.

"...And proceed insystem with full speed until we are past the third planet. Then we will separate outside the maximum postulated sensor range of the ork ships, and your transports will go quiet, ceasing all emissions. My battlegroup will then boost to flank speed to the largest concentration of ork ships and engage. We will loiter, but endeavor to keep the greenskins at arm's length . Your transports will pass on the opposite side of the planet, only reactivating your drives to achieve a parking orbit, and disembark troops with your dropships."

Mahad tented her hands. "With any luck, the ork picket ships will come and engage us soon after they realize we are here to fight and don't plan to immediately run. By the time your transports drift in, they will be long gone."

She rubbed her eyes. Number One handed her a fresh glass of amasec, which she eschewed for swiping the bottle from his other hand and taking a long draw.

"Complete your landings swiftly, my battlegroup cannot occupy them for more than a few hours."

>>51135386

I wasn't meaning to come of as defensive or anything, it's not cause i'm trying to prove it or i think you don't believe me, i just like talking about this kind of stuff and i enjoy sharing bits from the books and talking about them. Even though 40k fluff isn't always the greatest i'm a bit of a lore fag, though there are some things i do prefer to head canon.

The relevant passage out of the most recent Imperial Armour reads slightly differently than the one i remember reading out of the older Imperial Armour, that or i just miss-remembered which is entirely possible. In any case the relevant passage on psychers from the more recent Imperial Armour reads thus

"No doubt because of the atomic horror of their poisoned world, the individual Death Korps soldier hasa deep seated and pathological abhorrence of the mutant, and this animossity extends in equal measure to witches and psykers-Krieg itself produces almost no psyker births in its population, although whether this is the result of long standing factors, or a consequence of long term and systematic culling of the 'genelost' during the civil war period and perhaps beyond remains unknown.This deep-seated prejudice and hatred means that sanctioned Imperial psykers are semdom employed in close proximity to the Death Korps and neer commonly assigned to their ranks, as unfortunate incidents have been recorded in the past where this has been the case....If ordered to serve alongside units which use such dark arts- including space marine chapters whose prevalence of librarians is high, they will do so to the best of their abilities, but always warily. "

End quote. Make of it what you will.

Updates on the way, been a long day. I meant to do this earlier but i ended up falling asleep on the couch when i got home from class and only just woke up so i'm a wee bit late.

As always HPK i enjoy your work, though i curse you for bait and switching me. Dangle deamons and then give us capns will you?

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What? Oh god no, that was just the Ruinous Powers having a giggle. Probably. You just know they toy with passing ships, like a person poking the aquarium glass as a fish swims by.

On the subject of head canon, I really never could see how the Imperium and the Eclessiarchy kept chaos mostly a secret. The emperor failed, and he had a much more robust system in place in the form of rigorous atheism. The Eclessiarchy fundamentally teaches people magic is real, be it faith in the emperor, or heretical sorcery.

The next logical step is to ask what a sorcerer or a witch is, and how to recognize them so you can kill them better, you know, for the emperor.

Then the Frateris Militia or the SOB cut your head off and burn you for asking too many questions. It's retarded.

>Here's a pict capture of Khorne having a giggle one day.

>>51124320

Rochas swallowed and kept his mouth shut. He didn't trust himself to speak.

"Listen, if you don't believe me ask around" said the former member of his squad. "Ask Gelen or the Lieutenant or even the Medicae, i can guarantee that none of them blame you. The only one who blames you is yourself."

The sergeant grunted in response and Eikenborn squeezed his shoulder once before saying "Well i need to get some rack time. I hope you'll stop by again. Me and Gelen were thinking of trying to get a card game going this weekend. You'd be welcome to attend if you like."

Rochas nodded his head and said "Thank you Alfons, i'll try to make it." His voice came out thick with emotion, which irritated him. It was bad enough he'd broken down in front of Eikenborn like he had, but now he sounded like he was gonna cry or something. It was humiliating. The hollow feeling in his breast was quickly being replaced by churning emotions once more. Eiekenborn nodded and clapped him on the back before getting up and walking away. He slipped into a hallway on the right and disappeared like the other members of his squad had. The sergeant sat there in his chair for a minute before he sighed and then started to push himself towards the exit. He'd had enough social interaction for one day, and his cot was starting to seem real appealing.

>>51144750

He shunted himself along quickly, pushing himself just a wee bit faster than was probably wise. He made very good time. He frowned and cursed when he got to the doors and struggled to get through them. He wasn't really used to this whole wheelchair business, and even after his little jaunt and the practice he'd gotten he was still figuring out how to get around in one. It didn't help that he didn't feel like being patient about figuring it out and was trying to brute force his way through the problem. He was still trying to negotiate his way through them when someone came up behind him and pulled them open for him. He shot the trooper a glare, and then immediately felt bad for doing so. Man was just trying to help, not his fault Rochas was in a piss poor mood.

"Thank you" He said curtly and then moved through the now open doorway into the hospital. As he propelled himself along towards his bed he hoped that he would make it unnoticed, but fate was not kind. When he was about halfway to his cot he passed by the Medicae, who was reading another patient's chart. She looked up from the chart and saw him.

"Sir, you have returned early" she said as she fell in behind him and began to follow him. "Is there a reason for your early return?"

"Just felt like coming back" He said and pushed his wheelchair just a bit faster.

"Sir you must slow down" said the Medicae as she took quick strides to keep up with him. "This speed is not safe."

"Right" he said as he slowed down a bit. They were pretty much at his cot anyway. "Sorry."

>>51144766

"Hey sarge, you're back" said Baiman, who was lying down in his cot flipping through a worn copy of the primer. "Where've you been?"

"Out" Rochas replied in a clipped tone. "I was looking for the LT but i couldn't find him."

Able to sense that the sergeant was not in the mood for small talk Baiman said "Okay then, sorry to hear that" and then returned to his reading.

Rochas reached his cot and then placed both of his hands on it and began to prepare to lift himself up when the Krieger grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Sir, i have already informed you that you require assistance" she said "why are you disregarding my instructions?"

He wanted to bite off a retort at her. It was just getting into a bed. Surely he could be trusted to pull himself into a bed on his own. It grated to be treated like an invalid. He opened his mouth intent on telling her what he thought of her instructions, but caught himself. It wouldn't do any good to lash out at her. "Sorry, i forgot." He said and allowed her to help him into the bed.

"Sir, are you feeling well?" She asked once he was situated.

"I'm fine" He said.

"Understood sir" She said, and then she stood by his bed for a moment before leaving and returning to the bed of the patient whose chart she had been examining. Rochas watched the Krieger go, and then he laid back and stared at the ceiling and tried to fall asleep. Unfortunately sweet oblivion was slow coming, and he sat and stewed for a while before finally drifting off.

>>51143443
Varden got fucked by graves repeatedly over the trip, didn't she.

keep on a bumping for intrest. Please continue

>>51142806
Krieg has stats in two books featured on Forge world. Fall of Orpheus and another.

The regiments are different in both and are playable, but are in no means T1. The first is the infantry regiment, which is expensive as balls. You take mass of suicidal infantry, when a unit gets wiped out it comes back on the board on your side of the field, to simulate the endless waves of Kriegers. The second is and artillery regiment.

Buying Kriegers is the most expensive part, usually go through chinaman or eBay, but the best quality comes from the source.

There isn't alot of krieg players around, and I don't even have a krieg models, this is just research. Good luck. They are easily the funnest army fluff wise for me.

>>51143937
Witches are just psykers and traitors, any chucklefuck who turns from the Emperor, the Ecclesiarchy however is based on Logar's fanfics prefall so it doesnt have a demonic figure to mimic the ruinious powers. By failing the emperor you have singularly failed, it is all your fault, you suck, blah blah.

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>>51147033

I guess that makes sense for imperial citizens who never leave their planet and have Do not live near any major chaos related phenomena like the maelstrom or the eye of terror or the storm of the Emperor's wrath or any of the other hundreds of smaller warp storms throughout the galaxy.

At what rank does the knowledge kick in? Like, are there Magi of the admech Who don't know about chaos because it's need to know and they don't study the warp? What level of administratum functionary starts to get properly briefed?

Evidently entire Imperial guard command structures operate without this knowledge up to the level of general at least. This seems difficult.

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Hits home in a lot of ways

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>>51144789

Medicae is too good for this ruined cosmos.

>What Baiman was actually reading inside the primer where the commissar could not see.

>>51154002
Fuck yeah, and the rouge trader that is hiring actual Eldar is still getting away with it. Inquisitors like that space elf booty, who knew.

>>51154002
>Mysterious rumors of the Eastern Fringe
Are their killer robots that still exist in the 41st millennium?

>>51144789
"Poor Rochas" flavored bump

Emergency bump

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Bump for the bump god. Have the writefags abandoned us?

>>51159905

Can't speak for the High Proctor, but i live, and i'm sure he'll be around. Life happens, so i may not always be prompt, but there is no way in hell i'm giving up before i finish this. Not after all the effort i've put into it up till this point. Today's update is in the works.

>>51159928

I too still draw breath. And am working on the next part. Made myself a little sad though. Both Batavi and I seem to only be able to update after work well into the evening. Barring weekends that is.

>>51144789

The nights rest did not improve his mood, for he did not sleep well. Seemingly called to him by his admission of guilt the specters of the men he had lost haunted him that night. They surrounded him. Silently watching him. Condemning him with their eyes. Each of the specters bore the wounds that had killed them.

Otten was missing half of his face where the bullet had blown through his skull, and Rochas could see through the exit hole. Raske had the hook he'd been suspended by in his jaw and strips of flesh missing where the cultists had flayed him and cut on him before hanging him up for them to find. He was carrying Lauwers' head. There hadn't been much of Lauwers left after the grenade had gone off. The other ghosts were holding his parts. Hendriks had what was left of Lauwers' left arm. He had several gaping holes in his chest and legs from where the spikes had gone through him. He'd been on point and had fallen through an undermined section of tunnel flooring into a pit. Boers, who'd had one of his legs cut off at the knee, leaned on Addens, who'd been eviscerated by the same axe. Jans' flesh was charred black and his eye sockets were empty. The organs they had contained had been boiled out when he got hit with a flamer. Meisner's corpse didn't have a head, it'd been taken. Kranz was missing a good chunk of his throat and some of his shoulder where the Xenos had bitten down, and Ramaaker and Pender had holes in them where they had been shot. Haanrath he hadn't seen die, but his mind conjured up the image of the Corporal covered in lacerations where the cruel curved blades of the Xenos had carved through his flesh.

He whirled about, but no matter which direction he span they were there around him, watching him with those dead eyes. He tried to run but they would appear in front of him. He screamed and shouted and begged them to just say something, anything, even if it was just to yell at him, but all they did was silently watch with cold eyes.

Sadly i must sleep early tonight, but i'll be back tomorrow.

>>51160095

Can't wait to read your next installment in the morning mate.

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>>51160634
God damn this is so good.

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Also bump from ten.

Bumping for more emotionally damaged traumatized clone-girls in gas masks.

... We're a bunch of weirdos, huh.

>>51165690
Eh, we live here, how would we not be weird?

>>51165690

Sad times when an invented sterile gas mask wearing clone has more personality than most "normal" tarts around.

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High proctor, please for the love of good update your pastebin dump of the story. I've seen too many stories lost to /tg/ when a writefag leaves. Please please please update it regularly.

>>51169600
You can do it yourself if you want. Everything is already up. Thank you for volunteering.

>>51164948
How soon is soon, I want more.

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>>51158852

That guardsman's Sallet/Bevor combo is just about the coolest thing ever.

bampin
That part about the dudes head being taken got to me

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>>51143453

A sweet smelling breeze tickled her nose, the spring wildflowers were in bloom out front in the garden. Planting season had come, winter was over at last.

Her father helped her with her boots.

"What do you want to be when you grow up Button?" He asked.

"Wanna be a farmer like you Papa!"

He finished her laces and smiled. "Oh? Don't want to work in the city like your Ma?"

"Naw. No aminals in the city."

They carried the bags filled with feed to the stalls and refilled the water. He picked her up so she could scratch behind the ears of some of her favorites, and check their teeth and gums.

"You know Button, I wasn't always a farmer." He said.

She nodded in his arms. "I know Papa. You was a soldier."

"Do you know why?" He asked.

"Nuh uh. Soldiers are scary." She said.

He set her down, and they walked to the combine harvester, seed dispensers were rigged to the rear.

"You love the Emperor, don't you Sweetest?"

"Yea papa, he fights the monsters." She said. "And the bad people. Hair tacks."

He boosted her up into the combine, and climbed in after, setting her in his lap. It actually started up on the first try this time.

"The Emperor fights every day for us. Do you think you should help?" He asked.

Her eyes widened. "I can help? But monsters are scary papa. I'm not big like you."

"You might be one day." He gave her a squeeze and chuckled. "Anyone can help. I thought I'd make a good soldier, so that's how I helped."

She thought in silence for a while. "Does helping aminals help the Emperor?"

He laughed again. "It can Button. Not everyone fights. Our family have been soldiers for longer than most remember, but you don't have to." He ruffled the top of her head. "I promised your Ma you could choose."

He turned her to face him. She saw his eyes had lost most of their mirth now. "But we owe the Emperor a lot for all he does, our family more than most. He looked kindly on us when he didn't have to."

>>51175893

He gestured across the field, their farmhouse in the distance, encompassing all the world she had grown up in. "This is what I got after I had given the Emperor everything I had, everything I was." His eyes were very cold now. "Turns out the Emperor only needed a little bit of me. And when the work was done, He sent me home, and I made this place for myself, for your Ma, and for you."

She clutched his jacket flaps.

"For some, he asked more."

The combine sputtered and died. They climbed out and popped the engine hatch.

"But whatever he takes, the Emperor uses to protect us all." Her father said while he pulled hoses and checked oil levels.

"That's the great secret of the Emperor's power Sweetest. His power comes from you. It comes from me. It comes from everyone in the whole galaxy. All his subjects. As long as we love him and serve him he can protect us all. But if we refuse to help him, if we turn our backs on him, he can't."

He nodded to the fields around them. "Before you make this for the family you will have one day, you should find a way to serve the Emperor, pay him back for all he has done for you."

"I wanna help Papa." She said, hugging his leg while he worked.

He nodded. "Even if he asked for a lot?"

She toed the ground with her boot. "Yea."

"Even if he asked for you to come to his side?" He said.

She fidgeted for a moment. "Will I get to see you and Ma again?"

He picked her up and put her around his shoulders. "Never doubt it."

"Gael too?" She asked from her perch.

"I'm sure the Emperor loves cats." He said.

"Ok." She said. "I'd feel bad at first, but-oh Papa not that one."

"What?"

"The other one. It goes there." She pointed.

He switched the hoses and the combine shuddered to life.

"...Sweetest, how did you know that?"

"It looks better that way, it was sad the other way." She said.

>>51175925

He boosted her back into the seat, and they were off again. Her father watched her for a time, kicking her heels and humming to herself

"Button, later today I think we should go into town. There's a man I want you to meet. He works in the big red temple near the city square. He's an old friend from when I was a soldier. You might think he dresses a little funny, and looks very strange, but he is a good man."

"Ok Papa."

>>51175946

++2168921.M41 Segmentum Tempestus, Uhulis Sector, Saval System, Interplanetary Space, 0751 local++

Miria awoke with a start. Something was sitting in her lap. A bulky flak and armaplas clamshell someone had sawed in half, removing the chest area and replacing it with a convex plate of noticeably thicker material that left no ambiguity to the purpose of the modification whatsoever had been dumped on her.

+...I guess I really am that big.+

*Inhale*

She looked up, to find the impassive mask of Alpha standing over her.

"My first combat order for you Frau Enginseer, though we are not yet in combat, is that you comport yourself to a regular sleep rotation. You were unconscious for 16.5 hours, and as a result our readiness has been compromised during that period." He pointed to her lap. "Your armor has been completed."

Miria had the decency to look ashamed. Her back cracked in several places as she tried to sit up. "...Sorry. D-did we finish the jump?"

Alpha was already stepping away and did not respond, he climbed out of the turret, and Miria realized she could hear the sounds of vehicles driving about in the hangar area, and even the occasional conversation in Kriegmanish lilted high gothic.

Beta, from the driver's seat in front of her, eventually chose to answer as he started up the tank. "Ja Frau Enginseer. 12 hours ago. We are making preparation to enter the dropships.

Adept Rorken jumped out of her seat. "My things! T-The protein sequencers, h-hormone synthesizers-ohgodmyspine!"

Gamma put up a restraining hand. "Do not stand while the tank is in motion. All was placed in the turret external rack, as it was in the depot on Pallas."

Miria bit her lip.

+Damn it. I'm just...going to have to trust they got everything.+

"Thank you...I-I'm sorry."

Gamma and Beta shared a look, and went back to their tasks.

>>51175984

**Elsewhere**

"Ya'll are takin' too damn long darlin'. Mah dropships been sittin playing titflick with 'chother for a spell already an' yun just got done puttin' that siege regiment to th' dirt."

"Do NOT call me that. It takes more time to dispatch mechanized units because of the weights involved, most of my transports are redlining their engines to keep their current schedule." Captain Mckeon snapped.

"All th' more reason ta let me help ya!" Said Graves truncated image, hovering before her.

Varda's eyebrow had begun twitching at some point during this exchange. "This is not the first time I have deployed troops Mr. Graves. Though this may be the height of novelty for a clutch of sodomite grain haulers such as yourselves, the Providential Deliverance has served the Eclessiarchy for centuries in this capacity." She rubbed her eyes. "Our approach and exit corridors are full. Any more craft invites collision, and the pointless death of hundreds of the God Emperor's soldiery.

Graves' hologram scowled, but eventually nodded, fishing a lho from a pocket and lighting up. "Belike. Tho that purdy lass of a Commodore's takin a beatin fer us an' it dun sit right."

Mckeon's gaze softened slightly. "I...empathize with your frustration Mr. Graves. But all have our duty, and Commodore Mahad is-"

"Transports! One of the ork Kill Kroozers has chosen to boost past us rather than engage. It is continuing its orbital arc around the planet. I believe our gambit has been discovered." Mahad's voice crackled over the vox.

The Lho fell from Graves' mouth, eye widening and color draining from his already washed out image. It gave him a almost ghostly pallor. He turned to look at something off to his right while Mckeon ran to the navigation station.

"Understood Commodore, we are still offloading the 209th, what is it's time to intercept?" Asked Mckeon.

>>51176045

"We estimate it will complete its ascent to your relative horizon within the hour, and will be in weapons range shortly after." Mahad replied tersly, then the transmission abruptly ceased with an electronic squeal.

The Misintorum captain's stomach turned over. "So soon..."

Graves was looking at her again. "That ain't th' worst've it. Iffn it's 'ready comin' back...neither us got speed ta get away."

Mckeon's bridge cogitators were already crunching numbers. "...You will, Mr. Graves, if you begin your transorbital burn now."

"What 'bout ya'll?!"

Mckeon grimly pursed her lips. "With your dropships carrying the final companies planetside, we can complete our deployment before they are upon us. It will be tight, but we can do it. The dropships will simply stay downside with their last loads." She took a breath. "And...we will scuttle the ship. The Emperor has chosen this to be our time, and I go to his side gladly, but I will not give the foul xenos the Deliverance's hull to become host to their blasphemous habitation."

Graves' grinding teeth could be heard over the transmission. "Nut's ta that. Yer ship got twice the crew ah mine. 'Course, they're ah buncha simperin' louts dun know what hard bits g'un what squishy bits, but ev'n a grain haulin' sodomite can do arithmetic."

Mckeon scowled at him. "It is our only choice Mr. Graves, do not try to belittle our moment of sacrifi-why are you smiling?"

The Frigid Bitch fired its main drive.

>>51176102

A manic glint flashed in Graves' eye, and the smile became a grin. "Got a better idea darlin'. H'bouts you get alla time in th' world to get them men dirtside safe as houses, an' get gone back to yer book clubs an' tea parties to boot?"

Varda stared as the Frigid Bitch's burn vector came to align with the oncoming ork ship.

"...Mr. Graves, what are you doing?"

"Ya can have mah dropships, scarce think Ah'll need em shortly." He said, lighting up two more Lho sticks and passing one to someone off screen.

Varda felt something tightening in her chest. "You're serious. You..."

"We'n all serve Hims on Earth darlin', just in our own way." He took a long draw and blew a ring. "Dun worry, I ain't fixin ta kick buckets t'day. We'll come up sidelong and ol Frigid'll give'm a headbutt worth her name. She's an ornery old whore, an' Ah 'spect her drive'll give up th' ghost soon after." He winked. "We'll try to be in th' savior pods afore then."

Varda felt moisture running down the side of her cheek. "Thank you...Captain Graves. I-I regret my earlier statements. You are not the man I believed you to be."

The grin became somewhat lopsided. "Naw, I am. By th' by, iffn I get out of this hale'n hearty...Ah dun suppose yun might, fancy supper or summat? I know a grand Tallarn joint back'n Hydraphur, best Kebabs ya ever had, prolly her'sy tae eats em."

Varda covered her mouth with a hand, looking away from her bridge staff to hide the fierce heat rising in her cheeks. "U-uhm...if-if my duties permit it..." She turned back to see him scratching the back of his head, his smile almost shy. "...Yes captain, I would like that."

Bumping in hopes of Batavi's updates.

>>51176155
Fucking adorable, love it man

>>51176155
He dead.

/tg/ I FUCKED UP!

I'm having to let go an editor because he's trying to usurp my setting, but I realized I'm doing this all amateur, no pay and nothing official, and there's no legal protection on my ass. He knows a good chunk of the story and has the first draft of the book.

I'm a fucking retard, what can I do?

>>51177096
I sympathize but... what does that have to do with the grim dark future of 40k? Or Krieg?

>>51177096
Depends. If you know for sure he's going to use it, I might post the book online under your profile, pre-empt his theft, and start anew, hard as it is.

>>51177157
this has been a story I've been writing on and off for 10 years now. There isn't "start anew"

>>51177096
>I'm a fucking retard, what can I do?
Yeah, you fucking are. You let your magnum opus out of your hands with no contract or pay or legal coverage, you're a moron.

That said, you already realized that. The reality here is that, if he's bent on ruining you, you're fucked. Not much way out of that. The best thing you can do here is quietly, and politely, break your association and publish it, partially, online somewhere to establish that you were first. Gather any documentation you have to show primacy and post that as well. Odds are you won't need it (ruining someone else is hard and takes work; most people are lazy) but it's good to have on hand.

Next time you get an editor for your big story, PAY THEM AND HAVE A CONTRACT, YOU DUNCE.

>>51177276

Sounds like you've got ample evidence lying about your house to prove to a judge its been your intellectual property. I doubt he'd be able to monetize it, and with a labor of a decade like that, a jury is sure to swoon for you in a civil suit.

Thank him for his time, ask for the manuscript back, and make any future editors sign a white paper contract.

Well i just got home. I'll get working on tonight's update.

>>51176852

I hope not, that man is much too glorious to die, but if he does then he's gonna go like a real man and i can live with that.

>>51177096

Well bollocks. I know nothing of the legal intricacies of IP or publishing i'm afraid, so i really can't be of any help. Good luck with that though.

>>51177346
>>51177373
The only silver lining is
1) hes a coworker, I have close personal contact with him
2) I have had bits of this story floating around in one form or another for a while
3) there is a digital paper trail that pinpoints the exact moment when I handed him the stuff to work with.

only problem is the legality of " well that's public not private." However, do I feel he might not want to take it and run. But his editing remarks are so bizzare that I feel this might be the case.

Bump

>>51176155
High Proctor, this is some beautiful work. May the Omnisiah bless you.

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>>51177468
Or you could just kick his door in....

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>>51177428

I'm pleased you're pleased. The cast got a bit bigger than I intended. Graves is actually modeled after a character from a rogue trader campaign I was in.

We'll be in battle for the mysterious ork facility this weekend I think. I hope. Maybe then our heroes will discover what has Rathjens so worried.

He jerked awake from his fitful slumber covered in a cold sweat. It was still dark inside the room. He'd woken up before the dawn it seemed. It was quiet. The only sound was the shallow breathing of the sleeping men and a few beeping machines. Rochas took deep breaths until he had calmed down, but even after his heart slowed his chest still felt like someone had carved out a hollow in it. He'd woken up from the nightmare, but the images refused to leave him. He could see them painted across his eyelids when he closed his eyes to try and go back to sleep. Guilt ate away at him as he lay there alone in the dark on his cot. He waited unable to sleep and unable to escape his thoughts for hours before the dawn came and the orderlies started to flick on the lights and check on the wounded men.

When an orderly came around to administer his medications and ask how he was doing Rochas just grunted at him and grabbed the meds. The sergeant swallowed them dry before the man could produce a glass of water for him and then waited for the orderly to leave. When instead of walking away he produced from behind his back a series of injections Rochas glared at him. He kept his mouth firmly shut and ignored the man's attempts to engage him in conversation as he jabbed him with the needles and pumped him full of Emperor only knows what. After the first few injections had been completed and Rochas still refused to respond to him the orderly stopped talking and they proceeded in tense silence. A few of the injections went into his wounded leg, and after they had been administered he felt what could best be described as a burning for a time. Eventually the man finished his work and moved on to the next patient. Baiman, who had watched the exchange, didn't bother to try and talk to him.

I really gotta stop getting sidetracked when i'm trying to write. I'm sorry about that. More on the way before i crash for the night and then hopefully some more in the morning.

>>51181073
Poor Rochas

>>51181073


After the orderly had gone he was left alone with his thoughts once more, until that afternoon when the Medicae came to change his bandages.

"Please lift your leg so that i may change your bandages sir." She said, and he silently complied. Once his leg was lifted up and his knee bent she slid the padded block into place underneath his knee and got to work. Neither of them spoke as she unwound the wrappings and cleaned the wound. They still hadn't spoken by the time that she finished and began to wrap his leg again. He wasn't really in the mood for conversation, and without a reason to speak she seemed content with the silence. Rochas thought that once she was finished the Krieger would leave without saying anything, but once his leg was again bandaged and laid down on the cot she spoke.

"I will return to help you bathe after i have finished with my other patients sir" the Medicae said as she stood up, and then she abruptly turned and left the side of his bed and walked over to another nearby cot.

'Wonderful' he thought sarcastically as he flopped back onto his cot to settle in and wait. He didn't have to wait long, as shortly thereafter the Krieger came around with his wheelchair. She helped him in and then pushed him back to the same small tiled room. Once he was inside she closed and locked the door and he pulled off his gown, and then she helped him onto the bench.

"Lets just get this over with" He muttered and closed his eyes. He really didn't feel like dealing with this at the moment. He wasn't sure whether or not she heard him. He could hear her getting the tub ready and pulling off her gloves. And then e was surprised to hear a little more rustling and something else also being set down. Curious, he turned to see what it was, and saw that she had pulled off her gas-mask.

>>51182034

"What?" He said, slightly confused by what the Medicae had done.

"Last time you said you wished i had removed my mask" she said in her usual monotone. "I did not see the harm in doing so." Un-muffled by the mask she did sound slightly more feminine than usual, though her voice was still quite deep for a woman and husky. Some might describe it as mannish, but Rochas admitted to himself it was kinda smokey and sexy. To him at least. Not that he would ever voice that thought.

He nodded mutely. That made sense. She stared at him for a moment with unblinking grey eyes. It was a penetrating stare. It almost felt like she could see through him. It made him a little uncomfortable. She watched him a moment more, and then her full lips parted as she began to speak.

"Rochas since your return from visiting the Lieutenant you have deviated radically from your normal behavioral patterns. Is there something wrong?" The blonde asked. "Are you experiencing pain? If this is the case it is important that you tell me, as it may indicate complications, and i must be aware of your condition in order to administer treatment."

"I'm fine Medicae" he said. "There is nothing wrong."

"Sir prior to this i have never observed you behaving in a manner similar to your conduct since your return. I do not believe that your actions are without cause "she replied."The Chief medical officer informed me when i was assigned to this unit that it is not uncommon for Batavian men to attempt to hide their weakness or pain in order to protect their pride, and that i should be aware of this possibility while treating my patients. All signs indicate that you are attempting to hide something from me, which is causing you distress. Please Rochas tell me. Let me help you."

>>51182097
It is time for an awkward krieger hug.

>>51183500
>awkward
That's an odd way of spelling adorable.

>>51182097
Please Medicae, stop being so best girl. My heart can't take it.

>>51184753
But you see she is trained to be best medic. So therefore she will always be best medic, and by proxy best girl.

>>51183579
>adorable
That's an odd way of spelling lewd.

>>51185831
>>51183579
>>51183500

The correct term would be D'aww-kward. And there would be nothing lewd about it because Rochas is going to break down into tears of manly sadness any moment now.

>>51185880
Wait is crying not normally part of foreplay?
Have I been having sex wrong this whole time?

>>51185898
Now is not the time to use that.

We're clearly going to see Rochas have an emotional breakdown where he pours out all the sad and feels to Medi. Well, at least that's what I want.

>>51182097
I love this so much. Keep up thr glorious character development.

>>51181033
Now jusy please don't kill the crazy southern man. I want him to get his date, and suprisingly woo that classy lady.

>>51184753
Kuriga-chan kawaii desu.

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>>51182097
>Please Rochas tell me. Let me help you.

Awwwww, she really does care!

>>51182097

yes. Yeeesss. YYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS.

God damn emotional intimacy gets me so fucking hard.

>>51188873
It says something when people with access to essentially limitless amounts of porn in every flavor you can desire get the biggest rush out of emotional intimacy and sensuality.

Probably that we're lonely but hey.

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>>51189289
This is why vanilla hentai exists

>>51189289
So sad, but so true.
Even so, Imperator dammit these writefags are good.

>>51190799
Correction, this is why romance novels (not to be confused with erotic fiction) exist.

>>51190858

>tfw space opera with romance is best genre.

>>51176155
FUCK THIS MAN AMONGST MEN! DO YOUR DUTY AND KEEP HIM WITH YOU WOMAN!

>>51181033
Oh god, that pic is adorable.

>>51181073
Good ol survivors guilt, nothing like it.

>>51192021
Ever watch Heroic Age? Its pretty good.

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>>51182097
Rochas...marry this woman and never let go.

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>>51182097

The sergeant bristled and turned away from her. He wanted to tell her he didn't need any help, that she was being silly and there was nothing to worry about. In fact he almost said so, but the words died on his lips. He knew she was right, and he knew that the Medicae knew that she was right. Denying it was pointless, but he still didn't want to talk about it. How could he? How could he admit his guilt? What if she blamed him as well? Rochas didn't think he could handle that. He was hyper aware of the sound of the Krieger's breathing behind him as she sat patiently and waited.

"I don't... it's not" he stammered out, unsure of how to say what he wanted to say. How he could satisfy her curiosity without provoking further inquiry into this painful subject. "I'm not in pain. There is nothing wrong with me, physically speaking." He said finally.

'There, that was a good response' he thought to himself. 'She's just concerned because she thinks it's something going wrong with my leg and she's in charge of patching me up. Once she knows it's nothing medical she'll let it be.'

"Then the cause of your distress is emotional?" She asked.

"Yes" Rochas replied. "Just something i need to work out for myself." He didn't see it, but he imagined her head nodding. Now that that was taken care of they could move on with the bathe, and then he could get out of here and away from this situation. He sat still and waited for the sensation of the sponge brushing across his back, but it didn't come. He was instead surprised when the Medicae wrapped her arms around him and embraced him, squeezing him against her armored form. It was as uncomfortable as it was unexpected, as the edges of her armor dug into his back.

Stunned he was unable to vocalize more than a confused "Why?"

"The purpose of this gesture is to bring the recipient comfort yes?" She asked rhetorically. "I believe you are in need of it. Am i preforming the 'hug' properly?"

Oh i am going to be sooo late to work. Enjoy /tg/ see you later.

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>>51197085
Here we go.

>>51197104
See ya soon writefag.

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>>51197085
This...is actually touching my feels.

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back to page 1 with you!

>>51197085
Must be weird to get taken care of in a hospital by a "guy" in armour and a gas mask

>>51195958
So is the Default Kriegirl Seras from Hellsing or something?

>>51199550
Pretty much.

>>51199550
She does bear a stricking resemblance

>>51197260
Source? Wouldn't mind having this on my wall.

>>51197085
Do you have a pastebin?

>>51197085
Those feels...

>>51197085
I legitimately awwwed aloud.

then I thought of how horrifying it would be to see her smile with those damn eyes...Those ever staring emotionless eyes

>>51201890
Medicae is essentially a Rei who works on the frontlines.

>>51197085
yeeeee

bamp

bump, also today i killed a Fulgrim with a squad of veterans without having to use the grenade launchers.

>>51201487

Well there was an anon who had been keeping up with a pastebin, but since he doesn't seem to be around i took a second and compiled it all. It's not really formatted, but i'm pretty sure i got it all.

http://pastebin.com/YDHKgrkg

Not here to update right now, just popped in to take a look and saw the paste bin request. Hope this works for you. Might be worth it to wait for the paste bin anon. He probably has a better compilation than i do, but i hope this will tide you over.

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Bampin'

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bamp

>>51211640
I don't get the pic...

Many apologies but i'm not gonna make it in time before i have to go to work. I'll post during lunch break from my phone.

>>51213924
Its cool writefag, go be gainfully employed.

>>51213381
(pic unrelated)

>>51214861
Ah...fair enough then.

>>51070350
still reading through the archives ATM, as a combat veteran and army nco your writing is top tier and realistic. My only gripe is why is there no platoon SGT. good shit though.

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>>51215450
he was shot already.

>>51197085

Rochas snorted. 'Am I preforming the hug properly' indeed. Felt good to laugh, even a little bit, and her concern warmed his heart. Sure he couldn't hear it in her voice, she spoke in the same monotone as always, but her touch and her insistence made it clearer than her tone of voice ever could.

"Yes" he said. "You are preforming the 'hug' properly, and I appreciate it, but could you let me go now? It's a little uncomfortable to have your chestplate digging into my back."

"Understood sir" the Krieger said, and she slowly loosened her hold before releasing him. The lack of sharp edges digging into his spine was nice, but he found himself missing her presence nontheless. That did however lead him to a question.

"Why are you wearing your armor anyway?" He asked. " You can't possibly be expecting to end up in a fire fight here."

"Vigilance is a virtue sir, and a servant of the Emperor should always be prepared to serve Him." The Medicae said. "Is my standard response to that inquiry. It is accepted as a personality quirk that does not hinder my performance and is quickly forgotten. The armor hides my chest and helps to give me a more masculine profile."

"I see" He said. It did make sense.

"And it is technically part of my uniform." The krieger added. "It would be against regulations for me to be out of uniform, even partially."

"And removing your mask? " He asked

"Also constitutes a violation" the Medicae replied. "As you have chosen not to report me for unlawful enlistment I determined it was unlikely that you would report me for being out of uniform. The probability was further mitigated by the fact that you requested it."

Rochas laughed a bit more. He felt much better after talking with her and being distracted from his ruminations. "Thank you Medicae, I feel much better" he said. He thought of Alfons' suggestion that he ask and see what the others thought. He wasn't so afraid to ask now. "Medicae, may I ask you something?"

>>51215450

Glad to have you here. Hope you're still enjoying it, and I'm glad you like it. If it's no trouble I'd love to hear any suggestions you might have. Pick your brain as it were for what could make it better or closer reality. I don't have military experience myself, so I just kinda based it off of my grandfather uncle and friends stories and a lot of things pulled from the media. I'm actually kind of suprised to hear it holds up decently well.

As far as the platoon srgt goes... well if I was trying to cover my ass I'd say something about not seeing one in the 40k fluff for regiment organization, but the honest answer is I just screwed up. See that's the sort of thing that would be nice to know. I mean as great as my uncles stories are, (he's the one who likes to talk the most) hearing about fighting off a bunch of north koreans with axes doesn't really tell you much about unit organization.

>>51176155

++2168921.M41 Segmentum Tempestus, Uhulis Sector, Saval System, Saval Secundus, 0835 local++

Saval was a verdant world, riots of green and yellow, browns and grays twisted and snaked across its surface. It had only one massive continent, though numerous volcanic island chains dotted the vast sea which encompassed half the globe. In the center of the supercontinent, ringed by jungle on all sides except the north, a vast desert could be seen. As the dropships screamed over it at hypersonic speed, Miria could see with the external cameras that it was filled with volcanoes and rift valleys, indicating that the tectonic forces beneath were preparing to rip the landmass asunder once again. Ork fighter cover near the xenos base necessitated the dropships landing several hundred kilometers outside the area Imperial forces and the enemy were fighting in, deep in the western jungles.

300 company rolled off the ramp into a drizzling rain, droplets boiling off into steam as they ran down the landing thrusters of the enormous transorbital spacecraft. The engines did not turn off, choosing to idle at 5% thrust rather than require a startup sequence again. Disembarking their vehicles proceeded smoothly, with the entire company out and under the canopy of trees in a mere four minutes and 30 seconds. As the last tank rolled off, the pilot confirmed drop complete, and the engines roiled with power again, wreathing everyone in a whirlwind of smoke and jungle debris as the dropship raced to return to space.

Then, only the comparative quiet of Leman Russ and Basilisk engines were heard, as the company formed convoy and rolled west. Their destination: a mountainside staging area where allied forces were currently launching their sorties from.

One of the first things Miria noticed were the plants.

+These fern analogues are surprisingly...normal. Same with the tree forms.+

>>51218083

Death worlds were notorious for finding ways to weaponize almost any life form. The planet Catachan was the most famous in this regard, where over 78% of the species on that world, both motile and sessile, exhibited predatory behavior at some point during their life cycle.

Here every plantform she surveyed seemed to be chiefly concerned with very stereotypical plant activities, harvesting CO2, respiring, and, as she watched a strange snakelike ungulate dart from a bush it had been munching, getting eaten by higher life forms.

"W-where's the ultrasonic bio mines? The neurotoxin cloud v-vacuoles? Vasoconstriction spine launchers? These p-plants have had four billion years to get t-their shit together and you-you're just letting that s-snake deer thing eat your face?"

"Who are you speaking to Enginseer?" Said Beta.

"T-that fern over there." Miria pointed out the viewport. "That f-fern sucks."

"...Oh."

Miria tried for the third time to get her robes on underneath her new chestplate. It was not cooperating at all. Miria supposed she could cut some holes in her Mechanicus robes to make room for the straps, but that would probably look like utter shit. After the buckles failed to latch again, she balled them up and hurled the robes into a corner.

+Screw it, I'm a Krieg now.+

She threw the chestplate on over her pocket bedecked fatigues and put the mask on, careful to leave the contacts in the strap disconnected for now. She caught Alpha looking at her for a moment from the turret, before he stuck his mask back in the rangefinder scanner.

"All vehicles, all vehicles, 300 Actual. Priority transmission from fleet, stand by for traffic." said a voice in Miria's ear.

All four Krieg stiffened slightly in their seats.

>>51218095

A new voice, crackling from atmospheric distortion, came over the vox. "All ground forces, this is Captain Mckeon of the Deliverance. Our allied transport, the Frigid Bitch, has successfully rammed a Greenskin warship inbound to our orbital bracket." The voice made a small sound Miria could not identify over the static before continuing. "...We observed drive detonation shortly thereafter. Savior pod signatures have been detected descending to the planet near your path of travel. I and your comrades still yet to disembark owe whoever is in those pods our lives. You WILL recover them all. Mckeon out."

After a few moments another voice came on the vox. "300 Actual, 321. Enginseer Bahal advocates deployment of servo skulls to scan surrounding jungle for pods."

Miria bristled, instantly suspicious. +Damn, I bet she'll have some of them tasked to scan for material for her thesis too.+

She sat up. "A-Amaranthine's right! T-the Machanicum auxiliary c-can help with that! W-we're literally drowning in servo skulls, a-and they all have basic scanners. We s-should slave the telemetry to as many personnel as possible though. A-Adept Bahal might m-miss something with-with so much data to parse."

Alpha nodded, radioing in the amendment to the plan.

"321, your plan is a go, with 301's alteration, 300 Actual out."

+There you opportunistic whore, try to sneak in some research while the whole staff is watching your feed.+

>>51218113

They drove on for a for a few hours, barely doing better than 25 kph, even with the lead Russes crushing undergrowth and small trees beneath their treads to make passage for the following vehicles smoother. Eventually, they came to the top of a hill, and the countryside before them was visible. Jungle continued all around them as far as the eye could see, with the lush canopy broken only by enormous grey mounds that shot up into the sky like accusing fingers. The tallest of them was easily the size of a large building. Their surface was utterly featureless and smooth. Miria at first thought they might be the dwelling of some colonial organism. Periodically, vehicles would be ordered off the convoy in various directions after pods. Miria even saw the streaking trajectory of one or two pieces of debris from the collision pass overhead.

+A mound that size would imply a hive with creatures far too big for a colony though, as usually the structures visible on the surface encompass less than 10 percent of the hive's internal underground volume. Like an iceberg. With a hive that massive, whatever lived there would literally eat the entire countryside around them.+

She put the hive possibility as a distant second. The mounds might actually be-

"301, 300 Actual, over."

"300 Actual, 301, send traffic." Said Alpha

"301, servo skull auspex detects savior pod 30.3 kilometers, bearing 204. Break convoy and retrieve, how copy?"

"Solid copy 300 Actual, breaking convoy." Alpha stamped his foot twice on the bottom of the turret, and Beta nodded.

Their Leman Russ listed to the left into the undergrowth, permitting the vehicle behind them to pass without slowing, Beta slammed the levers in opposite directions and 301 began to pirouette in place, kicking up streams of mud and torn fern analogues. Miria was still amazed at how primitive the plantforms appeared.

>>51218124

Beta gunned the engine and they headed southeast, quickly leaving the convoy behind. Now alone, Miria saw that Delta was swiveling the turret a lot more than before, and Alpha never took his eyes from the scanner. Between the breaks in the treetops, Miria occasionally got a glimpse of one of the vast gray mounds, vaguely in the direction they were heading. Strange, but definitely biological sounds could be heard from the misty darkness surrounding them. Many were intriguingly high and low pitched, and Miria was certain that they extended into the ultra and subsonic frequencies as a few of them made her teeth rattle and her stomach turn over. All in all she was very glad to be in a heavily armored vehicle bristling with high powered lasers. The rain began falling more heavily.

Time passed. Miria figured she knew better than to attempt conversation right now, the whole crew was practically oozing focus. Sitting in the back, sweaty next to the heat of the engine and feeling somewhat useless with little to do, Miria glumly noted that the beginnings of one of her occasional migraines was coming on. She surreptitiously undid the top two buttons of her uniform fatigues, giving the girls a bit more air circulation, it did not help much. After a few more minutes, she removed her chestpiece entirely, noting with some distaste that it seemed to be much heavier in construction than anything the rest of the crew was having to wear.

"Gael remembers the rain." Came a quiet voice over the headset in her mask.

+Oh God Emperor, he is getting rained on out there. Frakk, I should have built a canopy for his docking station.+

Miria isolated to the channel for her networked devices. "I'm s-sorry Gael. I didn't think to c-cover you up back there."

"This rain warm." Came his usual monotone, but Miria couldn't help but feel that it carried a certain...

>>51218131

"Was...was the rain y-you remember cold?" Miria asked. The minds of servitors were broken, fragmentary things, half ruined by the process of making an organic brain into a piece of rewritable hardware, able to accept direct programming. However, most that had been people once did retain...something. Often the person they had been was a gruesome killer at best, so Miria had always been averse to using servitors that were not clone blanks. But Gael had been given to her, and the Ecclesiarchy taught that even heresy could be redeemed with a death of service to the Throne of Terra. And to be a servitor seemed so, so much worse than simply ceasing to be.

"Cold, dark. Gael remembers. Gael is failure." He said.

Miria was shocked to hear Alpha's words coming out of him. +What did Alpha even mean by that? In fact, he's barely said a word to me since then. I suppose between offending his sensibilities somehow and dozing off in the tank I might have made him mad, but really.+

Trying to take away something, from a being which had been reduced to as close to nothing as Gael had been, seemed callous in the extreme, even cruel.

"No. No y-you are Gael. Only Gael. My servitor, a good servitor who helps me."

"Gael is helping?" He asked.

"Always." Miria said, surprised by the emotion behind her words.

"Signal detected." called Gamma from his seat next to the driver. "Enginseer, can you refine this?"

Miria started. "Uhh-yes! I m-mean probably, hang on..." She whipped out her own dataslate and patched into the vehicle. A electronic blip of greeting pinged her mind as she entered.

"Hello 301, w-what do you see?"

>>51218143

The machine spirit was wary of their surroundings, compared to the proving grounds of the Pallasian countryside, the Saval jungle was claustrophobic, stifled with mist and occluded with trees. Miria could feel that the auspex systems were already receiving extra power from the engines. 301 had detected and was tracking several organisms that were passing beyond their field of view, some nearly as large as the tank itself. It very much wanted to shoot them.

"Now now, y-you're just nervous because 302 and 303 are n-not with us. I can almost guarantee those animals are f-far more afraid of you. R-Remember when you started that stampede of livestock just by driving by them back on Pallas?"

The spirit's ire diminished somewhat, and Miria found the signal Gamma had spoken of. Faint, distant, but repeating with perfect timing, Miria assumed 301 had brought it to Gamma's attention for that last reason. It was a clever spirit indeed, Adept Rorken thought to herself. 301 knew what things to bother the crew with, and what to keep to itself.

+Oh you are wasted on a Russ chassis 301, metadata threat parsing is something most spirits cannot do for decades. Or ever, depending on how bilious their temperament.+

For instance, she feared 303 was going to be one of those machine spirits that simply treated anything not explicitly defined as friendly for a possible target. She had seen the Leman Russ Punisher prime its barrels by spinning up on such things as a passing civilian truck, a blimp, a herd of sheep, and a scarecrow in a field. 303's commander had called it 'commendable vigilance.'

>>51218157

Miria sighed. +At least it has the weapon for it.+

The signal was getting stronger. Weird interference was coming off the trees around them, Miria would swear that had not been there before, causing distortions in the return, but they were definitely going the right way. She saw in bursts of visibility through the jungle canopy that they were getting close to the gray tower now, it was only perhaps a couple kilometers away.

+Wait what?+

The signal was moving.

"Enginseer. What is happening?" Gamma looked up from his scanner and stared at Miria.

"U-uh I-I don't know! S-savior pods can't move once they land. Maybe the o-occupant got out?"

"The beacons are part of the pod's internal structure, is that not why you are instructed to stay near them after landing?" Asked Beta as he slowed the tank to a halt.

301 noted a seismic disturbance in the ground around them, bringing all of its guns to full charge.

"W-wait! 301, the last thing we want is our g-guns charged d-during an earthquake!" Miria hugged the railing as the tank lurched still.

An angry mechanical wail filled her senses, and her mind was dragged to the auspex reading once more.

The signal was coming toward them. At nearly 40 kilometers an hour.

I am sorry that took so long, had to rewrite most of that. Its about two days worth of posts for me, so not really that sorry. More later on sunday.

>>51217439

Regulation compliant hugs. Why does the continued robotic monotone make it somehow cuter?

>>51217519

Heyyy, My dad flew a for the navy in Korea. Probably dropped some bombs on norks your uncle was fighting. Also we totally just made ourselves sound really old. Most kids today have grandparents that fought in 'Nam.

>>51217519
and thats why I have a leg up when writing Men of the 89th. I basically channeled my frustrations into an IG novel. Added that extra layer of realism thats hard to describe.
RIP Cadia

Though asking for advice on how to get things more realistic and procedural never hurts. if anything those little bits of immersion go loooong ways

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Shameless bump for more hugs

>>51218286
>Most kids today have grandparents that fought in 'Nam.
I'm not really a kid, but yeah, my grandfather fought in Vietnam. Infantryman, only survivor of his squad. Came back with paranoid schizophrenia. Doesn't talk about it much.

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Bump. Someone should probably start the next thread sometime soon.

>>51226202
This someone get the new thread up, we're auto saging now.

>>51226583
Autosage is at 310, when will you figure that out. This is post 309.

>>51228215

There you go.