>>4887480
“So long, as they haven’t put the nails or the collar, and haven’t done any surgery- he would probably be more than happy to. If the Nails are in- there are some guides on planet on how to remove them, but that is for normal people. Kolinasi, no offense to you- but you are not a baseline human in any sense of the immagination. Something like the butchers nails would likely be fatal unless removed incredibly shortly after by a good surgeon with a strong technological background or if they were accidentally installed inert. Even then, both would require surgery, and something that could print brain matter or entire rewriting and reprogramming and tweaking of the butchers nails so it doesn’t do what it does.” Charon speaks and he looks as if he has had to deal with this before.

“You mean, they have done this on the ganth or non humans?” You say.

“Kolinasi- the nails, hope that my contact doesn’t have them installed, they can be impossible to remove even for a normal human. That is also us getting ahead of ourselves.” Charon says.

“We would have to infiltrate one of the most populated cities, at night or early morning and- release a bunch of gladiators without permission. I know that you have powerful abilities with machines, but some of these things are just dummy locks. I don’t know how you plan to-” And Meera raises her hand

“I made weapons for this. We have a gun that will just melt the locks off really quick.” Meera says.

“I assume, I can probably help too.” Lancer, your new knight pilot friend says.

“Well yeah. Duh. A knight can probably take care of most of the problems.” Frank points out causing your uncle and cousin to laugh.

“Yes, your help is appreciated of course.” You say and Lancer laughs a little.

“So, what. We let out the Gladiators, make contact with more rebels, then we what- say we start up this rebellion get the intelligence we need, how can we insure that the rebels keep winning?” Frank says, clearly having thought this through.

“We have plenty of guns.” Delia says

“So do the High Riders.” He says back.

“I can crush most the resistance with the knight…” Lancer says

“Meet the new boss same as the old boss, a knight lancer can probably knock out the capital alone and cause chaos but it may make it seem like a sponsored coup- so we can’t just leave you there to do it.” Frank says. And his points are valid.

“Charon is a local. He can help and stay behind with the rebellion, and if we steal another ship and just leave the sub here as an orbital deterrent it would be too small to be seen or detected. It could also rain down punishment on the high riders. Furthermore, Meera installed a comms jamming unit in the sub. So if they try to communicate in system we can deal with it.” You say.

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>>4887483

“It could work, but we still have to deal with astropaths.” Frank says and Charon grins.

“What if I told you the planet keeps all the Astropaths in the same city.” Charon says.

“That would be incompetent beyond words. Nobody would be that stupid.” Frank says.

“The Ganth, the only outside trade line to them are. They have all their astropaths on the same city, and ironically, it’s the same city where they are holding our man.” Charon says to Frank who raises his eyebrows

“I say that would be criminal amounts of stupidity or incredible fortune.” Frank says.


“So, we free the main source of the rebellion, arm them, deal with the astropaths and deal with the slavers.” You say and Frank nods

“To make this work we will need a small team to scout ahead. Even though we could use the teleportarium to get down there, I think it will be easier to use the sub then using it multiple times.” Frank says.

“Right. It’s settled then. We have little time to prepare, I will inform Jera.” You say. It takes you a little while to inform Jera.


You are incredibly excited. If Charon was correct, that you had a brother, this was important. This is an important moment in your life.

Your father and mother took care of you. Family has meant so much to you, and finally you get to meet one of your brothers, someone like you.

What do you do Kolinasi?

Pick out two.


>> Pick out a weapon to give him as a gift from your arsenal. If he is a gladiator, it may come in handy.

>> Write a song. It’s something of your culture, to write songs for things like this. And the crew likes your singing, and you have some reason to sing.

>> Try to find a book that he may like, you got so many of them. Maybe that old poetry book.

>> Build him something. Maybe a surfboard.

>> Try to do find something he may like food wise, prepare to make him a good meal.

>> Make sure to learn more about him from Charon, you aren’t sure it really is him, but maybe Charon knows more he could tell you.

>> Talk to your uncle, he may know a bit on what to get a long lost family member.

>> Talk to Jera, he always has solid advice on gifting.

>> Write in

>>4887485
>> Write a song. It’s something of your culture, to write songs for things like this. And the crew likes your singing, and you have some reason to sing.
>> Make sure to learn more about him from Charon, you aren’t sure it really is him, but maybe Charon knows more he could tell you.

>>4887485

> Pick out a weapon to give him as a gift from your arsenal. If he is a gladiator, it may come in handy.

> Write a song. It’s something of your culture, to write songs for things like this. And the crew likes your singing, and you have some reason to sing.

>>4887501
Are we going to use the EMP to turn off the planet's power grid, or does that come after we free our brother from jail and arm his resistance?
And Frank, this is a sponsored coup, just in this case Angron are the rebels, and we are the CIA.

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>>4887509
I am pleased someone figured out who frank basically is.

This decision will be made soon by y'all.

Also I hope that you all like the header for this chapter. Next time, I will try to have the Tiki word art, or maybe go back to the crossbones.

As for the tactics

They will be elaborated on, and you will be able to do them as voted fit.

I am mostly worried about song writing, though it is something I can pull.

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>>4887527
Now I'm feeling like when you accidentally answer the correct answer in the text without knowing it.
It was supposed to be a joke about the glower's tendency to fund terrorist, and gold old baneposting.

>>4887536
It's nice.
Tikis are cool. Actuallyz totems in general look cool.
The main reason I like the word art is because it has been a staple, and has the name of the quest on it.
Don't worry too much about the song, you've done great with the poems and hakas.

>>4887543
I will keep that in mind. I will likely post update tomorrow this time.

> Pick out a weapon to give him as a gift from your arsenal. If he is a gladiator, it may come in handy.

> Write a song. It’s something of your culture, to write songs for things like this. And the crew likes your singing, and you have some reason to sing.
>>4887538
>>4887527
>>4887509
Hahahagh

>>4887485
> Gift him the mighty battle axe from your collection. It is the weapon of a Big Man, and can serve as a symbol to those he will lead to freedom.
> Write a song for your brother, of loss and hope and how those that were cast across great oceans will inevitably be brought back together again.

Tat idea for Angron

Tattoo image of a man (Angron) holding chains over his head and breaking them

>>4887621
Hmm. Maybe not something that reminds him of his slave days.

What about something that incorporates the scar pattern of the gladiators he wears? Unbreakable.

Not gonna lie, kind of looking forward to introducing pre-nails Angron to our mom at some point.

Dude was made to be extreamly empathetic, and shes a kind woman, very likely to end up with the "sit down and let me feed you" experience.

Nuceria Delenda Est
https://youtu.be/4IvmltBbuak

>>4888007
I think he already has the nails, but probably freshly installed, and not the collar.
Which means we must ask doctor shaman on how to print brain matter, he shoukd know. If not, the uploaded scientist might have an idea

>>4888097
We may be able to do something with our techno-powers as well.

>>4888098
We also have studied a bit of medicine.
We are not even close to brain surgery level, but we should be able to understand the old man's instructions, and knows how to hold a scapel.
Worst case scenario, we end up lobotomizing him a bit until we can drag Angron back to De'Lormosa where we someone else can finish the surgery properly.

>>4888098
Tehnopathy is or best bet. Primarch physiology is weird without considerable understanding. So even just reducing the effects of the Nails would be a godsend

>>4888097
If he is of a simular age to us, then theoretically they shouldn't have installed them yet, waiting for him to grow to his full size before doing so (theyde be able to tell hes not done growing).

Though if someone knows tha canon timeline for them feel free to say. Ill just hold out hope.

>>4888159
From the wiki
Reaping many victories, Angron soon became a fan-favorite of Desh'ea and came to be known as "The Unbeaten." Although he seemed to enjoy the life of a gladiator and the adulation of the Desh'ean crowds, Angron secretly resented his slavery, and was always plotting to escape. He proved to be a troublesome champion, prone to escape attempts whenever he saw an occasion, but such efforts always failed.

During this time, Angron was mentored by an older gladiator named Oenomaus, who formed a deep bond with the younger gladiator and became somewhat of a father-figure to the impressionable warrior. Together, the two formidable warriors slew a deadly tally in the gladiatorial arenas of Nuceria, which culminated in an astounding victory against a pair of berserk Ogryn that were surgically equipped with the deadly cybernetic implants known as the Butcher's Nails.

Their momentous victory, however, proved short-lived as the High-Riders demanded that the two gladiators fight one another in a duel to the death. The fiery Angron refused and openly insulted his Nucerian masters. This resulted in Angron having the Butcher's Nails implanted as a form of punishment. These crude neural implants were hammered into the Primarch's skull and surgically grafted to his cerebral cortex.

So there is still a chance that Angron is free from the Nails, since the friend of Charon must be Oenomanus.

>>4888192
Tge problem is that we don't know tge time frame.
We don't know when that ongryn fight since Oenomanus began training him, nor we know how long it has been since Charon has been taken by the Ganth.

>>4888196
Correct
But you will know really soon!
Id post now, but phone is crapshoot.

>>4888095
...

Yeah.
That is happening sooner than expected

You decide that your brother, deserves a weapon of his own. One worthy of a Big Man. You find that there is among the spare weapons Meera made, a mighty axe with an adriathic blaster on it. You also find that only someone around your height or larger could even use it. You do some minor tweaks to it, and check on the machine spirit. It seems eager to serve.

You hum a little tune as you go about improving and making the weapon a little bit better for your brother.

Someone you never met. Oh the possibilities! Could he surf like you? Would he know how to fish? Would he look like you? Would he be kind? Smart? How strong would he be? Could he be fast like you? What a thought! A brother and fellow 'Primarch!' As you smile you put the finishing touch on the axe and it gleams brightly the machine spirit proud. You put it in a cloth and wrap it as you hum what you think may be the basis for a song.

You go to work loading things on the Sub and Jera is running at you fast as you have ever seen him move.

“Kolinasi, we have a different window. We can theoretically get there a day faster, it would be a bit more dangerous to us, and it may signal something if we stray to close. But we could get there just a bit faster, which would give us a better window for striking at the power.” Jera says.

“If we do that we arrive tomorrow.” You say.

“Yep.” Jera says.

Pick just one

>> “That sounds a bit risky, let’s not risk revealing ourselves.”

>> “If you trust the navigator’s judgement on this, I am willing to take that chance.”

>> “I can assist the navigator if that helps, but I want to talk to her before doing this.”

>> “Ready the crew, load up the sub, prepare the fighter craft. We make ready for combat and to fire on the planet.”

>> Write in
__

Pick one

>> “I will be with the landing crew.” It would be a good idea to go meet the rebels, and hopefully your brother first hand

>> “I will be in the command crew.” Tempted to go meet your brother first, but this strategy requires precision.

>> “I will take a fighter craft personally.” This way you can assist in destroying certain targets and landing to meet up with your brother while supporting the landing crew.

>>4888452
>> “If you trust the navigator’s judgement on this, I am willing to take that chance.”
>> “I will be with the landing crew.” It would be a good idea to go meet the rebels, and hopefully your brother first hand.
Special K is practically vibrating in place, he's so excited!

>>4888452
>> “I can assist the navigator if that helps, but I want to talk to her before doing this.”

>> “I will be with the landing crew.” It would be a good idea to go meet the rebels, and hopefully your brother first hand

>>4888452
>> “I can assist the navigator if that helps, but I want to talk to her before doing this.”
>> “I will be with the landing crew.” It would be a good idea to go meet the rebels, and hopefully your brother first hand
We better arrive right before Angrin is going to be dragged into the Ogryn fight. It would be glorious.

>>4888483
> We learn that Angron was just taken to the labs where the Nails are implanted.
> Kolinasi leads an infiltration party to save his brother from mutilation.
> Find them positioning their tools, scant moments from dooming the Primarch to a future of madness and agony.
> EPHI INTERRUPT!
> Based murder-weasel rips out the throat of the lead surgeon while Kolinasi puts down their mind-broken cyborg bodyguards.
> Angron returns to consciousness to the sensation and sight of our blessed little cinnamon bun licking his chin, and Special K grinning ear-to-ear.

>>4888595
Hope it's before he is taken to be implanted, because it means Oenomaus would also be imprisioned. They kept him right outside the surgery room so Angron would kill him right all. The High Riders are absolute cunts.

Anyway, plans for who to put in charge of the planet? I'm thinking a coalition of the middle class of the cities and a few smaller landowners of the country side.
Most of the rich and poweful would be complicit, and the poor and the gladiators would turn this into a bloodbath.

>>4888638
A democracy in the vein of the Greeks might work. Only those who had fought and bled, or had spent X amount of years dedicated to their craft, hold the right to vote, etc.

>>4888716
The greek way is hard to define, since every city had a diferent way.
The athenian one, you just had to de free a man, who had property in the city, lived there and worked, and whoose family were residents for atleast 3 generations.
The one you described sounda more like the starship trooper service means citizenship, which was kind of a mixture of the roman and some greek system, since it has means to acquiring citizenship without military service.

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>> “I can assist the navigator if that helps, but I want to talk to her before doing this.”
>> “I will be with the landing crew.” It would be a good idea to go meet the rebels, and hopefully your brother first hand

>>4888954
These are interesting propositions!

However we still have to get that far!

Time for the last mini update before the huge write up.

"I can assist the Navigator, if that helps Jerah. But I will need to talk to her before doing this. I will go in with the landing crew, though make sure we have the fighters ready to go too." You say.

"Aye Captain. I'll meet up with you later and get the landing crew ready on the sub." He says.

You, along with Delia and Meera, the normal away landing crew has assembled, along with Jera, Yana, Gela, Rongo, and about a dozen islanders whom make this plan possible including the Old Man over the Comm.

"We are going to go over this one last time since Frank is new to our landing team and so everyone understands what is about to happen." You say motioning to Frank whom waves.

“Upon exit of the warp, once we have the planet in our site we are going to fire upon, Deshay? Deshaw? Am I sayin it right?”

“Desh’ea. It is a bit awkward for those not familiar with the local patois. I am sure your possible Brother will have a fun time saying your name.” Charon says the word naturally and it makes you wonder your wording for your and that you may have to come up with multiple new words.

“Desh’ea. This should prevent the high riders from acessing most of their technology and powers, allowing us to contact Charon’s old friend and try to establish ties with the rebellion. When we do this we will escape to the outskirts near the mountains near a good landing point for the Something Fierce. At this point we will take swift action and steal the guards weaponry and hand off some good ones we bring. At this point Gella and Yana will cooridinate some orbital attacks and fend off anyone who decides to look over here, and strike at the astropath building. When this happens, Jera will head down and land the Fierce and we will use the weapons in the armory to arm the rebels.” You say and Delia makes a loud cough.

“What about the weapons Delia?” You ask

“We have a lot. That is true. And I have field checked them. I have some concerns about our arsenal that hasn’t been brought up.” She says

“What is that?” You ask.

“They are not Ganth, the are not Drukhari.” She says

“This is bad why?” Your Uncle says and Franks eyes widen as he looks around.

“Do you have an example?” He asks and Delia tosses a pistol and Frank looks carefully and sighs.

“This is going to look- weird. If we do this we need to come back and retake the weapons, and arm them with something else.” He says.

“Again, I must ask, why?” Your uncle says begging the obvious question.

“These are weapons of the Martian Mechanicus. These weapons are stolen. And the Martian Mechanicus really does not like it when people steal their sacred machines.” Frank says

“They are at Mars. Why would they care?” Charon says.

>>4889282
“Because last time I checked, they are still active in the galaxy, and they are the only people that make Titans. No offense to your Knight house, but Titan Forgeworlds are starting to move, and if they do we have no defense. That being said- The Martian Mechanicus despises the Ganth, so as far as political plays go- this could work.” Frank says.

Then the Old Man Chimes in.

“Frank lad. Kolinasi is technically Terran. He and whomever that Charon persons friend are, with Martian weapons won’t be the weirdest part.” The old man says

“No shit there. I guess that protolathe on De’lormosa is going to get it’s work in. The Martian weapons will make short work of anything the High Riders have. If we arm the gladiators with them we should be fine. So long as Terra gets here before Mars.” Frank says.

“What if they are allied?” The old man asks.

“They would be unstoppable. And it’s highly unlikely, though these rumors I have heard sound like that.” Frank says.

“So. We get in, get the rebels armed, with our Martian weapons, and then, we also let Lancer out to take care of some of the more hardened targets.” You say and Lancer nods.

“After that, we try to get some much needed supplies, and maybe take on some more crew. Then we need to go on to Olympia. I guess it’s time for any last minute checks.” You say and Frank raises his hand.

“So biologically, a good portion of the landing team is allergic to a plant on the planet know as a ragweed. However, from the biological sequencing I need to inform you that it is mostly passed along genetic lines. Which brings me to an unusual discovery, Arona and Kai. You are related”

“We already knew that.” Arona says in a tone that makes frank roll his eyes

“To Yana. Yana. Kai is your Uncle. I assume you didn’t know that seeing how you said earlier when we were talking that you lived on the Island of the Witches for all your life.” Frank says in the most graceless deadpan tone you have ever heard in your life. You actually have a sister, and she is in your Honor Guard. Oh your dad is going to be pissed that both of his children are on the same mission without him. Your cousin and Uncle excitedly and warmly go up to Yana. You look at her, and she realizes the multiple times, how you have mentioned a sister you never had a chance to meet.

They are here with you, and have been for a while. So you hug her. And you hold her in your arms for a moment as you know. It makes sense. She has many of the same skills both your mother and father have. She surfs just the same way your father does. After this brief moment of warmth Frank distributes a few bottles of pills.

“Another last minute issue is something Charon brought up.” And Frank motions over to Charon

>>4889283
“Some of the guards have the Nails. You will know when you see them, they are strange metal objects that go into the skull, similar to hair and they look painful. These guards are extra dangerous. Then there is the Wolves Collar.” Charon says.

“If you are a witch. Avoid them. It will just make them angrier. It works the same way, it heightens anger, but so much more. The metal spiked collars, they protect against any psyker abilities. Those who wear them are never the same. Same with the nails. DO NOT GET CAPTURED.” Charon says incredibly loudly.

“Unless you are Kolinasi and trying to get in deeper to the complex, as that is an emergency back up plan to get us closer to the coliseum.” Frank interjects.

“Everyone make last minute prep.” Jera says and you nod to him.

“Ready to fire that big gun?” You ask

“I have been waiting to since it last got fired. Not everyday you get to fire a gun that big mate.” Jera says.


LAST MINUTE

Gear load out (This includes angrons gift)

>> Infiltrate: Your Daggers, a flame pistol, some anti electronic gear, the med kit, the tool kit/infopad and a shoal stoat toting a chain axe

>> Storm: The large Combination weapon Meera made just for you, Multiple Rifles, Multiple grenades, The melta pistol, your shoal stoat and your tool kit/info pad

>> Retaliate: Twin Chain Axes, a heavy bolter, A grenade launcher, a breaching kit, a toolkit/infopad, a plasma pistol and your shoal stoat

>> Burn: The Volkite Axe, inferno pistol, heavy flamer, thermite grenades, Meera’s ClF3 grenades, breaching kits, infopad, med kits and your shoal stoat

>> Vindicate: Your plasma axe, Your Daggers, an inferno pistol, a grenade pack, med kits, anti electronic gear, and your shoal stoat.

>> Write in: Any combination from the above total of 8 items or sub in an item reasonable that is not mentioned.

>>4889286
I was right about Yana being our lost sister, fuck yeah. We are having a family reunion whe we get back to De'Lormosa with 2 brothers and a sister in tow.

>The over-prepared: The large Combination weapon Meera made just for you, Meera’s ClF3 grenades, breaching kits, some anti electronic gear, the med kit, the tool kit/infopad and a shoal stoat carrying your brother's gift.

>The over-prepared: The large Combination weapon Meera made just for you, Meera’s ClF3 grenades, breaching kits, some anti electronic gear, the med kit, the tool kit/infopad and a shoal stoat carrying your brother's gift.

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>>4889296
I'm gonna call that option 'trouble.' Because it's an Adriathic Blaster on A power Axe, with ClF3 Grenades. I mean, it's an anti Rangda load out for sure or going toe to toe with an Ork force, but wow.

That is a lot of danger and death right there and I like the initiative you are showing.

pic almost related

>>4889322
So it's an axe just like the one we are giving to our brother? Neat.
I picke those weapons because it would be able to deal with melee, ranged and a group, so enough firepower to deal with any threats, and all the tools we could use to clear obstacles, hence the overprepared.
Although overkill might be more apropriate now.

Also, I'm now imagining our stoat with a little backpack to carry things around.

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>>4889333
Actually I thought about this in depth because I knew it would come up. Less backpack. More like a pack goat in appearance as far as load out. Largely because I have experience with pack animals, and with the size your shoal stoat will get, it is more likely akin to something like this picture. Only more shoal stoat and less goat.

>>4889345
Very nice

>>4889345
Erihapet is really living up to her name as our helper, isn't she?

>>4889296
I'm gonna throw my support behind a combination of the 'Vindicate' and 'Trouble' load-outs.

It's not like Special K has a problem carrying a heavy kit.

>>4889372
I only *just* realized I've been spelling her name wrong. ONE THOUSAND YEARS DISGRACE!!
> Blessed Cinna-Bun in Carapace Armor with Drukhari cloaking tech

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Angron is going to be *shocked*, but in the best way.
> Kolinasi insists that he join us on De'lormosa when Nuceria is rendered free.
> His arrival coincides with Perturbo's
> He gets mothered fiercely, with lots of good-natured ribbing while the tribe kids teach Pert the ways of the surfboard

I wonder how Eldra/Farseers are going to see this change concerning Angron?
>Eldrad sees a Shark (?) wreathed in clouds, rain and lightning snapping chains that would have ensnared a child as a bleeding, burning skull of Brass roars at being denied

>>4890211
The best part is that we stole brass/bronze/copper as part of our colour too.

>>4890211
Just imagine if Old Man and Malal eventually cross over and Kolinasi meets Lieren; two impossibilities out to save their kin from darkness.

>>4890229
> Instead of a world clenched in fanged jaws, Angron takes as motif a sharks' mouth swallowing a pair of crossed axes; honoring both the brother who aided him in claiming his freedom and those valiant men and women who fought at his side as equals.

>>4890302
Perfect

>>4890369
The other idea I had was that the jaws are biting down on chains, snapping them to pieces.

The War Hounds/World Eaters don't need a slew of references to a Primarch that isn't their progenitor.

>>4890439
The chains are good, specially because we have our chain breakers, with Charon as their unofiicial leader.
And one of the ideas for futures tattos is for broken chains. Maybe we could give a matching one for Angron too.

What makes me really wonder is how we should deal with Olympia. They are like greece after being conquered by Macedonia, a bunch of city states ruled thorugh military might and fear by a single Tyrant. But that tyrant is also the only thing holding it together before it explodes into civil wars and real politik against each other.
We might not be able to fund a revellion or dethroned Lochos in time. Not only that, but Pertubaro is his adopted son/war slave.

>>4890452
I'm not as familiar with his origin story, except that he's supposed to have a sister.

The people of Olympia might need an ideal to rally behind, or an enemy to unify against. Maybe the Ganth and Drukhari?

The one shared purpose between Kolinasi and Angron, the tribes of De'lormosa and the uprising on Desh'ea is the downfall of slavery. We just need to find a similar tie with Perturbo and Olympia.

>>4890474
He has two brother and a sister. It's just that Calliphone is the one heir that the Dammekos, the Tyrant of Lochos tought was competent, the only one that treated him well, and the person he killed in rage when Olympia rebelled.
Here you go anon
https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Olympia
https://warhammer40k.fandom.com/wiki/Perturabo
https://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Calliphone
Honestly, Pertubaro is an autist because of his father. He treated him like shit, but still loved him. Than the Emperor comes and acts the same way. No wonder Pertubaro ended up emulating that.

>>4890488
Oof, that's bad. WELL! Maybe we can address some of the issues that lead to their rebellion? And...y'know, bring his dear sister along to meet new peoples and open her mind to the galaxy beyond Olympia.

>>4890488
Didn't know Pert had brothers.

>>4891199
They did fuck all other than bicker about being first born or being the favorite of their father, while Caliphone was the one that he actually though was worth a damn.
And it's a bit weird, since Pert can't decide if he is a vassal or a son and his father also jumped between treating him as a tool or an adopted heir. Dude also had severe trust issues due to the Eye of Terror, and not being allowed to look at it, even though that is the best way to deal with that thing, with the whole abyss stares back deal.

>>4891232
Makes sense as anything else

You decide that for this event, you need a different load out. You go in heavy and hard load out. You grab some of Meera’s Doomfire grenades ( a lot easer to say than Chlorine Triflouride) your tool kit/ info kit, blaster demo kit, med kits, and the big weapon Meera made you. You then get the pack load out for shoal stoat.

When your Shoal Stoat spots your rig, her eyes widen and she darts away. What entails is you chasing the shoal stoat throughout the ship for a few minutes and finally rigging it up. When it is finally on, she isn’t too upset but you are going to have to get something more comfy for her. You load up the gift you made for your brother and a few other in case items. When she’s loaded, she finally realizes she gets to go exploring and gets more excited.
You then after getting mostly ready you join the Navigator to assist her calculations.

“Ah so you came after all! Welcome captain!” She says and you nod. The warp, is not too bad around here, but Around Nuceria, there is an almost ominous tone. She breaks for a little, and for the first time you are navigating solo.

You guide the ship, carefully and at speed no less, through the eddies and currents are troublesome, the device, your artifical third eye works. It needs a lot of work and some bugs need to be fixed, but you can tell what you are doing.

When the Navigator comes back she is pleased with the course you chose.

“Wow. That.” She looks at you briefly and observes you through the warp

“What is it?”

“You have an actual knack for this. Like an inborn talent. Your sense of direction and, this path you chose – while unorthodox, is probably the best spot for where we need to approach from.” She says.

“Oh. I just, took what looked right.” You say.

“When people normally do that, they screw everything up and people die. You do it, and it saves time, effort and life. You shaved a few hours off, maybe even a little more.” She says still a bit shocked.

“I am going to get back to packing for this.” You say and she smiles at you as you exit her sanctum and take off the ATE. There is, what you have to guess, and have heard sailors and pirates describe as a ‘hangover’ from using it for a while. You reckon it will heal soon, but this would be fatal for a baseline human.

Then, it gets worse and you clench your fist as your ears ring loudly.

The pain from the headache alone is more grievous than any wound or scare any beast has given, and is worse than the pain from the tattoos and coals. Actually it’s like the took the burning spear and shoved it behind your eyes. But it is gone. As suddenly it came it’s gone.

>>4891387
You breathe. Their is a little more left from whatever, headache it was, but you are not in as bad pain. You imagine that could have killed someone, as you are aware most humans have a pain to death tolerance, and that would have triggered it.

“olnasi” you hear

“Olnasi!” You hear again, the pain starting fade and the ear ringing now receding.

“Kolinasi!” Arona shouts at you and you turn to see your dear cousin smiling at you with your ‘battle book’ and a few things

“I am sorry Cousin. My Gadget that allows me to pilot the ship through the warp.” You barely let out before she looks at you concerned

“Let me guess it has some side effects.” She says

“Yeah.” You say

“Your mother would be beating you with that laundry club if she saw you doing that to yourself.” She says to you in the sound she normally would before ratting you out to your da, causing you to instictively look at her. She looks concerned.

“We have a navigator Kolinsai, you don’t have to push yourself! You can’t do everything, you aren’t the superman from Da’s old picture books.” She says.

“I do cuz. Someone needs to be able to do these things. I don’t go after the big fish because it’s easy. I do it because it feeds more people. If more people can navigate, we can do more.” You say getting more to your feet. She looks at you and hugs your side.

“Besides, you can’t be down before we get to meet our new family member. What do you think his name is?” She asks.

“I think it will be something Manly. Like Kai. Or Ravi. Maybe an Ari.” You say

“I think it will be something weird. Like Frank. Or Charon. Maybe a combination of both. Like a Ravigon or an Arifrank. Or maybe something like Your name, where it describes his birth.” She says being silly.

Your cousin and you make a few jokes as you get down to the hanger. The Alarm Blares. The ship is about to exit the warp, and everything is loaded. You and the assigned landing team hop in the sub, and await for the signal to go.

>>4891389

“Yana. You on command sequence?”

“Check here Jera”

“Gella, you ready in that fighter?”

“Check Jera”

“Captain, you in your sub with your team?”

“Ya Jera, you got an itchy trigger finger aintcha?”

“I do.” You say as you look over the specific position highlighted by Charon on the map that has been fed to the graphic overlay on the targeter.

A gun this powerful, it doesn’t really seem too piratey. Or even Privateerish. It seems to fancy. It’s just a simple button. A gun, that can turn off power and cause damage, and it’s a button. A bright red button.

Not a lever.

Not a rope.

A plastic button. Kolinasi, you trained him good, but his aesthetic choices for pirate ships, were mostly on the practical side. Largely because he just went with what was on the ship. Save for paint jobs. The something fierce was a practical vessel. So when you see the city power center manifold you just look at it take a breath

“On my mark prepare crew to fire.” The crew does the thing where they do a slight brace due to the nature of the long gun

“Fire.” You say and push a button. The gun goes off, the ship doesn’t move but the crew needs to do a power review. The alarm goes off, and you see The Fighter Craft and Kolinasi’s sub drift off.

“Alright crew, position yourselves to ready for any incoming fire! Focus towards known location of the blockade!” You shout.

>>4891390
___________

Something was wrong. Infinitely wrong. The future had changed dramatically in the blink of an eye. It couldn’t be determined if this was good or bad yet.

The Warlock’s dream. He had chose a path away from that of a full seer, he was better at war.

But the dream.

A great shark. Biting and breaking chains.

Powers denied a champion. Pieces changing. Tables turning. Things readjusting.

The future was not fixed it seemed. When he approached the ancient farseer, he nodded and looked off sagely.

Important. But what happened next?

__

The Red One Bayed.

He never liked these games. The others, they lived for them. There was no honor here. The one he wanted was taken, by a piece that nobody was sure how it got here, or this way.

This game was rigged. The Trickster. His piece was still there. So was the Perfectionist. And the Undertaker. But his piece. Taken. The available pieces did not make sense. What shadows crept a crossed the board to move things this way?

What golden light caused this earlier?

They all stared like they knew nothing.

Was this a trick?

He grabbed the edge of the board with a roar, but they held it down.

He swung at the board and the pieces were scattered.

He did not see the shadow dart off.

He did not see the light fly on by.

He raged at his lost piece.

___________-

>>4891395

“Alright Kolinasi take us in slowly. We need to find a spot to land, quick. The stadium there is where our friends will be at.” Charon said

Multiple areas present themselves to you.

>> Outskirts of town, work your way in. Shouldn’t be much trouble.

>> In the middle of the stadium. Charon pointed it out. You could actually disable most of the guards and guns, create a show of force AND be close to the rebels.

>> On top of one of the larger, and they are very large, buildings. Easy of getting in and out.

>> In the nearby park. Some cover from trees, some concealment, not too far from the stadium.

>> In the grass of the large back of what looks like a private estate. It’s not that far, but it would make it hard for potential enemies to get to the sub.

>> Near the city center. Show of force.

>> Write in

>>4891396
> Do a scan for any nearby warehouses or loading docks. From what Charon and Frank have described, the menial laborers will all be busy at the 'games'.

>>4891412
I will support.
As much as I would love to just appear over the stadium, rappel down to the middle of the match and fight our way out, it would just make so that the high riders could mount an organised resistance in the hallways.
So let's instead turn their bread and circus on them and catch them by surprise.

>>4891412
>>4891774
If this continues to be the main choice, I am all for it. I enjoy when you guys do this.

That being said, work schedule has changed for tonight. Please bare with me as any updates will likely be phone based today. Tomorrow will resume updates on my computer.

>>4891780
We are just channleing Kolinasi wildcard spirit by using write-ins.
The light is obviously the shard of the Emperor that nudged us in the beggining of the quest, after Erda did the fuck up, but what is the shadow? Is it Malal, preparing for the crossover episode where he laughs himself to near death due to the 4 getting fucked over in two different universes?

And It's alright Old Man, I'm a filthy phoneposter anyway, so I wouldn't really mind.

>>4891396
The only other addition I can think of is;
> Try to scramble any local authority's communication frequencies and visual security systems.
The less information that can be passed along to the local rulers, the better. We'll be the only one's with eyes and ears.

>>4891412
>> Do a scan for any nearby warehouses or loading docks. From what Charon and Frank have described, the menial laborers will all be busy at the 'games'.

>>4891412
Supporting.

>>4891791
>The light is obviously the shard of the Emperor that nudged us in the beginning of the quest,
Wouldn't be surprised

Wild card option it is. Writing.

Sorry for radio silence. I actually had to do security stuff at work today.

>>4894095
“Let’s land by the docks. There should be laborers there that would be willing to talk to us and they may just be used to seeing ships. Besides, it’s a good spot strategically, we can theoretically attack the city if we have to from here and regroup easier.” You point out and Charon nods.

“I have been there before, we will likely find a few more dissidents there, though more common folk work there. This is one of the few areas where you have people that work that are mostly free.” Charon says

“How so?” You ask
“Free men work the docks for trade, and are less likely to try to flee or escape, because they are already free. Though there opinions may be different. I haven’t really had much business with them.” Charon says.

“I have. I think that this is the best approach for you personally actually.” Frank says to everyones surprise.

“Kolinasi, even if you are related to whomstever Charon thinks you are, you are no gladiator, you are a hell of a fighter, a warrior even, but your naval tactics and strategy- even with void warfare and your limited experience, make you more like these longshore men.” Frank tells you.

Longshore men. You have a plan.

When you approach the docks a few workers come out, but they mostly seem busy. You hop out on to the bridge of the submersible, for everyone to see and – you sing.

“And we’ll roll your chariot along, roll your chariot along and we won’t be far behind!” You let out, the song that Jerah’s crew prefers to sing on there way into shore. And you can see it.

Grins.

“Well another festival wouldn’t do us any harm, no another festival wouldn’t do us anyharm and we won’t be far behind!” You shout as your shoal stoat pops up, and your crew can be heard from outside as you pull up. When you get close to the docks

“Ahoy! Permission to dock?” You let out

“Aye! Be happy to have you and your merry fellows.” The man says back as many of the people have came around. You leap to the deck, no mean feat, as it’s a good ten meters. You take the rope and begin to tie it to the docks, as your father showed you countless times.

“You the captain of this vessel?” The man says. At first he seems surprised by your size, but he is less off put by your friendliness.

“Aye. Kolinasi Keiko Whatiri of De’lormosa. Here to find some able crew, meet a few new friends, and perhaps start up some new trade.” You say, no lies leaving your mouth. Many of the folk nearby, despite the hour seem pleased for the new work as a bit of bustle errupts.

“You came to the right place. Jethro Cincinatus. Of, well, here. I take you lads are from the stars-” And he stops mid sentence as Charon and Frank both get out. The bustle stops.

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>>4894297
“They part of your crew?” The man asks in a stern tone.

“Of course they are.” You say

“What do you have to trade?” He says and Frank and Charon both look at you cautiously.

“Freedom.” You say and murmurs continue.

“That’s a dangerous word on this dock, and on this planet.” He says.

“I would have dangerous freedom over the safety of chains anyday. Ask the Ganth. Ask the Drukhari. Though, good luck finding survivors whom have escaped my wrath.” And the tone of the crowd shifts.

“Some docks, that would get you flogged.” The man says in a harsh tone, but from his body language, you can tell that he is entertaining the idea.

“What of this dock.” You ask.

“It’s spoken and whispered by candlelight in our taverns and in our homes. Most of our docks are descended from freed folk. Here in the open, it is still a dangerous word. What ways can you trade freedom? What supplies to you offer for it?” He says quietly motioning to one. As he comes up closer to you.

“What kind of supplies are needed? This venture of ours has certain time constraints, and we ourselves need supplies.” You say

“Well, let’s say I knew someone who could offer you folk willing to work, they would need certain tools that are fit for dealing with tyrants and guard alike. That cannot be done with hand tools. It requires something more, especially when the guards around here have very good tools.” He says making a motion for you to walk with him. Your honor guard follow short behind along with most of the crew, though frank seems trained looking around from a distance.

“Tools, we have plenty of them. Advanced ones on our primary craft. We also turned off the power and have orbital support.” You say and he looks at you and his eyebrows raise.

“Be a little less direct in tone, there are guards that are watching nearby.” He whispers and then he looks shocked as two guards fall to the ground. You look back at the sub, and frank is holding a rifle and waves back at you with a smile that is intentionally wide.

“YOU’REGOOD!” Frank says loudly and you laugh a little. You look at this Jethro.

“The patrols are on eight hour shifts. They won’t be checked on for a while. I am, surprised. I always knew Charon would come back, but it is surprising nonetheless. I am the leader of the Stevedore union here, you came at a good time. They are planning on holding a grand tournament tomorrow, two champions are supposed to fight other. They were supposed to fight today after they defeated an Ogryn, but as you and your team so eloquently did, you turned off the lights. So the high riders have many distractions now. However, the guards are heavily patrolling certain areas. The entire army is even encamped outside of the city.” He says as Charon walks up.

“Wait- who are the two champions?”

>>4894298
“Oenomaus and Angron the Unbeaten. They slayed an Ogryn who was inflicted with the butchers nails today. Though- Angron refused to fight Oenomaus, he is his mentor. Though- I imagine it won’t matter.” He says in a down trodden tone.

“Why is that?” You ask

“They will likely give him the nails at the dawn, and make a spectacle of it. They probably would have done it tonight, but the power went out. I expect the fight will be tragic. Angron, doesn’t deserve the nails. What it does to a person- is beyond reprehension. I don’t watch the games myself, but many of the men do. You know, you look kind of like him. Same height and everything, though his eyes are different.” Jethro finishes, and your heart sinks. Charon explained the nails to you before.

They plan on doing that to your brother?

“Of course they may have done it already, I saw them escort him to the High Riders quarters earlier. It’s hard to miss him.” He says the words hitting you harder than any cannon the Ganth could fire.

Pick one.

>> Divide. You, Frank and Arona go get Angron, Charon and your Honor Guard goes to rouse rebel forces

>> Bombardment. Strike down the high riders and their army. Now. Use it as cover for your team to go rescue Angron.


>> Operate. You alone go to get Angron. Have everyone split up, and try to sow as much confusion as possible. Have Yana coordinate attacks and strikes with the Fierce as well.


>> Advance. Begin landing operations now, have Gella conduct strike operations with the fighter, as you and these union members, and any other rebels advance to free Angron.

>> Write in. Because the old man aint perfect.

To be fair and let you all know: I had to mix this up and include stuff you guys weren't supposed to find yet, and do it a little different. So the write in works.

>>4894300

>> Divide. You, Frank and Arona go get Angron, Charon and your Honor Guard goes to rouse rebel forces

>> Bombardment. Strike down the high riders and their army. Now. Use it as cover for your team to go rescue Angron.

The army is situated outside the city, so while its sat nice and open, blow it up.

Itll also make recruiting the local rebels easier, if they see the main army dead.

>>4894300
> Divide and Conquer; Kolinasi, little Eri and Arona will free Angron and his mentor, while Frank takes some explosives and the rifle to sabotage or eliminate any sensitive targets he can find. Charon and the Honor Guard will continue on and make contact with the rebel cells.
Aside from dealing with the High Riders, we also need to make sure the citizenry know we aren't here to harm them. Quite the opposite.
Maybe there's a city-wide communication array we can hijack later?

>>4894300
>>> Bombardment. Strike down the high riders and their army. Now. Use it as cover for your team to go rescue Angron.

>>4894353
>>4894656
>>4894743
It seems like we have had a strange tie develop overnight involving using two. Hmmm

What you want is this?

Write in?: Bombard the army and the high riders, using this as cover you and Arona go free Angron with your shoal stoat. Frank will go set explosives and sabotage any sensitive targets not taken by the bombings. Charon and your honor guard (Delia & Meera) go make contact with rebel cells while this is going on.

If so that can be moved to the main choice.

>>4894300
>>> Divide. You, Frank and Arona go get Angron, Charon and your Honor Guard goes to rouse rebel forces
>>> Bombardment. Strike down the high riders and their army. Now. Use it as cover for your team to go rescue Angron.

>>4894759
Im fine with that, sounds like a solid plan.

>>4894300
>> Divide. You, Frank and Arona go get Angron, Charon and your Honor Guard goes to rouse rebel forces
>> Bombardment. Strike down the high riders and their army. Now. Use it as cover for your team to go rescue Angron.
The army is camped outside the city, so our ship can freely bombard them withou damaging the structure. Have Delia, Us, Uncle and Cousin go get Angron, since we are the fiercest figher. Charon, Frank and the rest of the honour guard and Chain breakers arm the docksman and rally any other rebels.
A three pronged assault, that should cause enough chaos together with the lack of communications and power that the High Riders will not know how to respond.

>>4894759
Oh, I forgot Yana and Gela were left on the ship.
That one seems a better plan Old Man.

Forgot to say, but old chariot is my favorite sea shanty, and having Cincinnatus for the surname of a free men that fights for the rights of the plebs make sthis update great.

>>4894847
I didn't know much about sea shanties, but when you guys chose De'lormosa I did additional research into it and found a lot of good ones.

It looks like you guys have a solid plan of attack. I will do a post after work today.

But minor content:

Should Angron's Song be

>> More A Shanty

>> More A Folk Song

>> Something else

>>4894978
Call me butterfingers instead of Old Man with how often I drop this trip.

Next few posts will explore lore and we will see some cool things.

And Check in with Arnoul.

>>4894978
Part of me wants it to be one of those songs of Rome Total War, due to nostalgia and the naming scheme.
But there would be no reason for Koli to know them, or to make one of his honour guard to sing it, so just a folk song about separated brothers meeting for the first time is good.

If we find Angron right after being implanted, do we risk using our rather shallow medical knowledge and call the old man to try to do neurosurgery, do we eacape right back to De'lormosa to remove it, do we still go to Olympia and hope that a few months is still fresh enough to remove the nails, or some insane combination of them all?
There is a big chance that they haven't done it yet due the power outage and any chaos of having their comunications cut, but hospitals have emergency power, so the worst is still possible.

>>4894978
>More A Folk Song
Something Irish similar to Black and Tans would be pretty kino

>>4895044
And the whole think with the witches being irish fit perfectly.

But aren't sea shanties based upon irish folk song structure anyway, due to them and the poorer rural english and scotish being the ones that made the majority of the sailor and pirates, therefore making the answer to the question both?

>>4894978

> More A Folk Song

>>4895075
Honestly while they do sounds nice, the contrast of Angron taunting and making fun of his enemies would be a fun contrast to canon Angron being all angery all the time

>> Divide. You, Frank and Arona go get Angron, Charon and your Honor Guard goes to rouse rebel forces
>>> Bombardment. Strike down the high riders and their army. Now. Use it as cover for your team to go rescue Angron.


>More A Folk Song

>>4895044
>>4895075
>>4895106


I honestly was thinking Black and Tans today when I was researching for it.

>>4895321
KEK

>>4895321
You know if you order a black and tan in a pub in ireland, you're liable to get the shit kicked out of you. Instead order a half and half, cause that's the name for the beverage, since the black and tans killed a LOT of irishmen,

>>4895340
Kolinasi would have supported the IRA if he could.

>>4895340
Well aware. Not a fan of that drink though. Fan of their whisky though.

>>4895347
is that why Big E [Redacted] him?

>>4895349
I prefer scotch, islay in particular. But they share a common thread of coming from people the British really fucked over

With a good deal of scorn in your voice you comm to the Fierce as you motion over to your crew.

“Jera. I am going to ask you to do an orbital bombardment. Have Gela spin up the fighter to knock out any point defenses. Wait on my order to fire. We have the location of their army. It is outside the city, we landed at, and the sub has it’s track on. I have seen what they are up to here Jerah. We aint fightan them fair. They haven’t earned it. When I call up, land to distribute weapons. Tell Lancer that he will be needed.” You say in a tone that you can hear a bit of fright in Jera’s response.

“Aye Captain.” He says. Meera and Delia look excited as the rest of your landing party does. The chainbreakers and Charon practically have electric mana coming off them.

“You say you are a friend to free man Jethro.” You say and he looks at you.

“I am.” He says a slight quiver in his voice as frank comes up.

“Part of my Honor Guard, Delia and Meera, along with Charon and the Chain Breaker Guard will help you distribute weapons. Slavery on this planet ends tonight.” You say in an angered tone.

“Frank, Arona- you two will come with me and track down Angron.” You say.

When you say this, Frank goes over to the fallen guard and starts doning his armor, your cousin seems to get the idea to go do the same.

“I think I need some local attire.” You say and Jethro smiles

“Good luck. You may find some clothes for an Ogryn with how big you are. There may be some over there. At least a cloak to fit you.” Jethro says motioning to a nearby bazaar stall. Charon goes over and picks out a few great cloaks and tosses some sort of thing for trade. He comes back and tosses you the cloak.

“What do you know about where Angron is?” You ask.

“I could show you were they went, if they went to put the nails in, they likely took him to their house or to the doctors.” He says showing you on a dirt sketch on the ground which you quickly memorize and frank does a little look as well. Your Cousin makes a quick sketch on a pad.

>>4895434
“I also wouldn’t, talk too much, have Frank do most of your talking. You, your cousin and the Red Heads there- you, well let’s just say your accent is very strong.” Jethro says.

“Yeah I can do a local accent.” Frank says, his voice now very close to Jethro Cinncinatus in accent and tone. It’s almost uncanny, but you pause.

“Frank do that again.” You say.

“What speak like the locals.” And you nod your head trying to pick up the local vocal pattern from those around you- though it’s easier to understand when Frank does it.

“Well it isn’t that hard, I have been doing this blend in thing for a long time now. It’s a neat trick I know.” Frank says.

“Is Cinncinatus a common name here? Or is it more unique of a name.” You ask and the man and most of your team is caught off guard as you have a good approximation of the local accent.

“You sound like a rich lord from the country, but you sound like a local at least partially.” He says.

“More like this then?” You say and his eyes widen.

“Yes that- that is a very neat trick of impersonation. Just don’t talk too much.” He says.

“Is everyone clear on task and purpose?” You say and everyone nods.

“Jerah. Commence bombardment.” You say in your normal tone.

“Aye Captain.”

“The moment it begins, we go.” You say. And a few moments later you see the bombardment commences

You begin to run just slow enough that they can still see you, or in this case Frank and Arona can sort of keep up. You move from house to house, building to building, block to block, following the path. You are able to get visual range of it, and Frank runs up

“Would you like me to perform overwatch- and keep an eye from here and take out any guard or type that could go into the building?” He says motioning to the building that is quite large and long.

>> Have Frank stay and conduct overwatch

>> Have Frank come along, maybe he could set up at the next building

>> Have Frank go and sabotage structures nearby, maybe take out additional power sources or cause more problems for the guards

>> Write in

>>4895436
>> Have Frank stay and conduct overwatch

>>4895436
>Have Frank come along, maybe he could set up at the next building

>>4895436
>> Have Frank go and sabotage structures nearby, maybe take out additional power sources or cause more problems for the guards
>> Maintain radio contact, speaking only in your native tongue; Frank undoubtedly learned the language of the islanders at some point, and you can't risk anyone else eavesdropping.
>> Though unlikely, there may be a facility with computer servers somewhere in the city; they could offer more information on the planet's rulers, their assets, who the contacts are for the Ganth, etc.

>>4895964
Someone in this thread has had experience with secure comms. Because of how detailed and how intelligently you put that together, we are going to say Frank does that anyway. If nobody else mentioned it he may not have.

So good on you.

>>4895964
I’ll second this

>>4895964
I'll support the smarter anon.

>>4895964
Support

>>4895964
Supporting

“Frank. I need you to tag along, but not too close.” You say as your little helper comes up happily to you. Fank comes in close as your cousin comes secures the corner.

“Can do. What’s the plan?”

“I need you to sabotage nearby buildings while watching for guards. This is the rich people quarter if Any of the structures and designs are any judge. Knock out power, take out gates make it hard for the guards. If there is anything, that looks like it could be Ganth related, who is in charge, what their trade relations are, we need to find it, that’s why we came here afterall. We want to liberate all planets from the Ganth, and that means finding where they lair. ” You say and he nods.

“That is very wise Kolinasi. Just what do you want me to tell you when I see it?” He asks

“Talk only in island code ya know?” You say and then Frank smiles

“Ya I know I from der. Anytink el we nee?” He says in an accent so thick it is almost insulting if he didn’t sound almost identical to your uncle.

“Na Mate ya gud.” You say back

“I Keep in Tuch mate” He says and slinks off like a hunting shark.

“He’s a bit cheesy I Reckon with that accent.” Arona says.

“He is really good at blending in.” You say and Arona nods

“He doesn’t seem like he’s from anywhere. You know?” She says

“Ya. He don’t. Ready to go break into a fancy rich slaver shack?” You ask your cousin

“I was getting bored with all this running. Just because you are best at running doesn’t mean we should do it all the time.” She says giving you a friendly punch to your side.
“What you want a lift the rest of the way?” You ask and she gives you a raised eyebrow

“It would be faster.” She says and she is actually right you carrying her with gear at a full sprint, would be almost trivial in comparison in time saved.

“You are right. Hop on.” You say gesturing to your back. Your cousin hops on and is careful for your strapped gear.

You run fast, but not so fast that Arona cannot hold. You get to a building that looks ominous enough. The wording and symbols make it seem to be a sort of hospital and surgical center for gladiators. That and it is private.

When you get there, the door is locked. There seems to be windows that could get your cousin and yourself in with your little shoal stoat and gear. You also see various secondary exits.

“Ayo Kolinasi Dat Da Place. I Got A Ginny In Mah Cross an I see a really big boyo secon flor could be ha bruv.” Frank says in a tone that disturbs you not only in his accuracy, but the fact that he already has a good sniping and sabotage position.

“Take it when you av it.” You say.

>> Go in the second floor, utilizing a climbing lader

>> Go through the side door

>> Use the breaching charge to go in the front door or wall.

>> Use the ClF3 Grenades to create a distraction, and also destroy this place.

>> Write in

>>4896876
Hope you guys like the accent and it isn't too orkish and more pigin. It is actually really hard to write it down properly with out it sounding corny.

The next update is going to be quite large, and depending on choice we could see certain interesting things.

>> Use the ClF3 Grenades to create a distraction, and also destroy this place.

>>4896876
>> Go in the second floor, utilizing a climbing lader
I don't want to risk hurting up Angron even more.

>>4896876
>>> Go in the second floor, utilizing a climbing lader

>>4896876
>> Go in the second floor, utilizing a climbing lader

>>4896876
> Use the ClF3 Grenades to create a distraction, and also destroy this place.
> Send Eri up through the second floor window to flank
Based Good Girl is growing up quick, and is gonna be deadlier than most named characters soon.

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Has anyone else thought about adopting the gladiators/rebelling slaves and offering them a home on De'lormosa?

I know there's free men who are supporting their cause, but there's probably going to be a fair number of them who want to leave Nuceria far behind them.

Hell, I'm sure there's a few islands big enough for settlement that we can give them to start out on. Let them live and breath and hunt the waters as truly free people. Maybe let them mingle with the islander culture and it's big community/family-central culture.

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Had a few ideas for Big Monsters of De'lormosa;
> Prince o' Jet: A sailfish the size of a fighter jet and black as the ocean depths. Every fin and scale on his proud body is a blade, his spear is a thing of legendary prowess, and he may be the only creature on De'lormosa faster than the Storm-Born himself.
> Mean Mama Muncha: The biggest and most powerful of the resurrected Dunkleosteus species. Her body is wrapped in an armor of dense plates that shrug off everything from spacer metals to high-yield explosives, while her almighty scissor-plate jaws are the bane of great sea turtles and mega-crabs alike.
> La Magra: Once a man - now boogeyman-esque terror among the islanders - this boneless sea-ogre has claimed many over the centuries, stalwart warriors and innocent babes alike. Barb-toothed arms, the faceless maw of a devil lamprey, and a thousand screaming young budding from his back, he looks every bit the trench-monster that one could imagine.

>>4897617
Continuing;
> Zaratan: The God of Turtles, Great-Father, Bountiful One, Fort-Crusher, Splendid Mantle, Inviolable, the Roaming Mountain. He has as many titles and names as there are tribes. A titanic sea turtle of such mass that plants, trees, kelp and coral grow upon his shell, and with them a teaming multitude of life. If there was a benevolent ruler of De'lormosa before Kolinasi, it was he.
> The Amphisbaena: A sinister sea serpent of great length and lethal venom with two heads. Capable of strangling armored prey and killing great predators with a single bite, it is a small consolation that the beast prefers isolated grottos far from men.
> King Claw: A mega-crab of enormous size and a thief loathed by fishermen all over De'lormosa. Bearing armor a foot thick and pincers fit for splintering hulls, he is followed by his harem and swarms of offspring wherever he travels, and is known to invade villages pursuing food when times are lean.

>>4897617
>>4897675
Nice

>>4897617
>>4897675
We are going to need to build a trophy hall by the end of our hunting expedition.

>>4897675
...

Some of these I am cribbing.

But one of them, is already in, but slightly different and the name is way cooler so I am changing the name.

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>>4897675
> The Pale: A massive toothed-whale bull known to have a taste for shark livers and small dolphins. Favoring the artic waters of De'lormosa, the Pale is still known to travel following the lure of females, smashing boats and demolishing any vessels resembling a rival along the way.
> The Twins, Nunau and Nenau: Haunting the warm ocean currents, these identical sibling Kronosaurs are peak predators with few rivals to their united strength. Hunting the small whales and migratory giant fish, they are clever and ruthless in their tactics, and have even been known to extort tribute from tribesmen and pirates.
> Long Arm Ghost: A terrifyingly intelligent giant octopus with a well-earned reputation as a man-eater, abducting men off their boats and even from their homes with nary a trace.
> Sooke Ka, the Moon-Child: A descendant of ancient Mantas, Sooke Ka and his kin have even to prey on much larger prey than krill, and he especially is famed for breaching the waves to snatch large sea birds. With a 'wingspan' broader than any man-made craft, firelight stories tell that he was once the child of the Moon herself, and commit a nameless sin so dire she sorrowfully cast him down to the waters 'er more.

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>>4897721
> Trophy Hall
You might need to think a little bigger my friend.

>>4897752
A trophy museum, with an aquarium for the ones we tame instead of killing?

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>>4897756
I don't see a reason to cage any friends we make; it's not like we won't be able to track the BIG'GUN's from orbit.

Unfortunately, I don't see there being many worlds that can sustain these megafauna monsters, let alone allowing them to thrive. Which actually led to a thought...

>>4897726
> What if the Great Beasts of De'lormosa are a manifestation of its world-spirit?
It won't matter how many Kolinasi hunts, because eventually, another will be born to take their place.

>>4897756
Another thought, related to your mention of aquariums; we could always create a group of natural scientists and Adeptus Mechanicus Biologis with the express goal of restoring the natural ecosystems and wildlife of worlds devastated by war, heavy industry, etc.

Hell, giving back a bit of the ol' green and blue to Terra would be incredible.

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>>4897786
Pretty sure they are tue result of being settled by a bunch of golden age of humanity bio-scientists.
You know, the guys that the Dr. Martin Longorian, elderly Maui shaman extradordinaire used to work with, and even them tought they went too far.

Maybe we could make something like an open wildlife preserve, track them and let them come and go, but teach them to always come back to the place.

>>4897726
A few more critters I was contemplating, though they're not really huge beasties;
> Green-Thumb Sargassum Shrimp: Five feet long from nose to tail (courtesy of their more advanced respiratory and circulatory structures than other invertebrates), their name is has a double-meaning; the first is a reference to the fields of sugar and protein rich sargassum, sea grass, and kelp that they 'farm', while the second refers to the nine-inch long spikes they wield with the power to punch through plate like paper.
> Imperial Albatross: Among the largest of true Terran-descended animals, these noble avians are the undisputed masters of De'lormosa's skies; as there are no great eagles on De'lormosa, all native icons of the Aquila are made in emulation of them.
> The Hippocampi: A product of science that De'lormosa has made her own, these creatures are as temperamental as they are beautiful. Roaming in familial herds across the ocean planet, it is rare indeed that accept a rider. Their greatest weapons, aside from sheer speed and grace, is the power of their voice; a unified herd can ward away the most belligerent predators, and even cause internal damage to unaugmented humans.

The day has come I am afraid.

It looks like I will have to post the damn map of De'lormosa.

>>4897873
Monster Hunter: De'lormosa.

>>4897873
Can't wait

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>>4897826
The shrimp made me thing of fighting a giant hybrid of a Pistol and Mantis shrimp.
Or since we are bringing back extinct animals, maybe one of these guys, the original predator, the first terror of the seas.

“We going up to the second floor.” You say as you motion to the nearby ladder. You scale the ladder incredibly quickly with Arona on your shoulder and your helper on your back. You put them both on the roof, and you approach the door. When you check to see if it is locked, it just opens. You hear much shouting. Lots of it. An almost distracting amount.

Then you hear a loud explosion and loud electrical discharge.

Looks like Frank is earning his keep. The power in the building has gone out, but strange lights glow still. Likely candle light or whatever else they have.

You motion to Arona and Erahapti and they both follow you.

As you move slowly down the hallway, you see the horrors of this surgical method. Bodies lie motionless on slabs. It’s more akin to a funeral ground than a hospital. At least this floor. When you pass a room, you see various devices, and one that looks like a strange collar and the other looks, to be put bluntly similar to long hooks. The electrical energy on the collar- the mana is all wrong. It’s disgusting. The long hooks, when you pick one up, the mana connection is almost instant. The device in itself is being misused. It has multiple settings, multiple capacities. More horrifying

It was originally meant to be used for therapeutic purposes, helping those who are disabled. But all of them. They are set only for the brutal purpose of heightening various chemical functions of the brain when violence occurs. They have tortured the machine spirits of these devices, to torture people. And they do this for fun. The anger in your mouth leaves a bitter copper taste and you start to snarl. This. They did this to the poor being that had to fight your brother, and no doubt they planned to do this to him. They didn’t even understand your biology! They would just as likely kill him as get the things to work, and just from a few quick studies.. Unless it was uninstalled maybe a week later at most, it would kill him over time. That is if the removal of them didn’t outright kill them. These devices, could be used for good, if corrected and used right, but they were not. These machines meant for good are being used for heinous purpose! You have to put down the machine before you get so mad you destroy it.

“Cuz. Don’t get that angry.” Arona says and you have started, causing electronics near you to slowly start up and misfire. You didn’t notice.

“I am sorry Arona. I know you don’t like to see angry like this. These devices, I need to take one in case.” You say and she nods as you put it in your bag.

>>4898668
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“Ultima Segmentum? What now?”

“We have been hearing reports of various xeno migrations through certain regions. They are more advanced and have access to powerful ships. Our Legion as deemed by the Emperor himself, is almost unpeered in void, naval and special warfare. What is the nickname that one Custode gave us?” Arnoul asked the Captain.

“His Majesties Thrill Seekers?” The Captain responded?

“Not that one the other one.” Arnoul said

“The Adreneline Junkies?” The captain bemused again in the office, looking to the legion master.

“No you know the one, the one nobody says to my face.” Arnoul said getting up

“The Temerity” The Captain said in a quiet voice.

“YES. Arrogant and bold. Well, He is going to be doing the big crusade push into that region, so we have to clear out the Orks, The Hrud, The Mechavorc whatever they are, Various knife eared idiots and hundreds of other xenos we have never heard of. But the Emperor has ordained our route, and our route is through Ultima Segmentum. We are trailblazing. We will also be working with the Twelfth Legion once again for part of it as our paths cross as I have laid out on this map.” Arnoul said looking at the captain who still seemed a bit puzzled.

“Captain, what was the joke that the Custode had at our expense again?” Arnoul said.

“Well He said the reason we were so successful is that if even we don’t know what we are doing before we do it- there is no way any of our enemies could predict our actions either.” The Captain says.

“We do not need to be like that. Get me ten other captains. We are going to start something, and we might as well do it now whilst we are in transit.” Arnoul said

“Sir?”

“We are doing something new. Only pick Captains you know are able combatants, clever, and good leaders. Be back here as soon as you are done. Let nothing stop you.”

“Right away Legion Master.” The Catpain said.

Arnoul De’Saan looked out on the table. The legion had been successful. They were allies with both the Terrawatt clans who had been brought into the fold, as well as the Martian Mechanicum. They had worked with multiple other legions, and their tactics, while considered unorthodox had been proven to be extremely effective and the Emperor had personal mandates for them frequently. Though some of the Missions had been absurd, Arnoul was very often afraid to say it outloud. He was highly scrutinized early on for being from Luna. However, he rose to this rank through effort and skill alone. No politics.

So the next part- was worrisome to him.

He was going to have to, do some legion structuring.

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>>4898670

“Kolinasi, we got a stairwell down.” Your cousin says opening a door. You nod and quietly leap down it over the sides of each rail. It’s fast. And you hear more screaming.

However something is different.

There is shouting and taunting.

“Oh you lost your nerve because the powers out? Can’t use your drugs and tools to install the nails or put a collar on me? Wait till I find the switch then we will see how this ends.” The voice is loud.

Very loud.

“You think you could just get me, to fight my best friend, a man who has been like a father to me and I wouldn’t get angry? That I’d just let you lobotomize me? Come on out you cowards and fight me like a man!” He shouts you realize something.

“Friend out there. I do not see any cowards in this stairway. But I am looking for someone important to me. Perhaps you can tell me who they are and what is going on.” You say

“Your accent is all wrong. You can speak to me as you truly are if you are a friend.” The loud man says.

“Very well.” You say under your breath.

“I am Kolinasi Keiko Wahtiri. Son of Ravi. Big Man of De’lormosa. I am captain of a ship, slayer of sea monsters, and I am looking for a mighty warrior to help me deal with these cruel men.”

“Well Kolinasi, Keiko Wahtiri- that’s a fancy name there. I am Angron. I am looking for cowards who tried to put devices in my brain but when the power went out they paused, and left me on the table not thinking I could break of the restraints once the drugs wore off.” He says.

The man is your brother. And you do an action that would be talked about for years to come.
__
Write in your action of what you do next. It will be sung about for years to come.

>> Write in

This is what you say and what you do

So write in what you wish to say and how you react.

If you guys have trouble I will be happy to help. It's just it's late night and I had to hand transcribe all this.

>>4898673
I got nothing

>>4899157
That's okay! I had a bunch of options written up, and finally found them! Sorry I didn't post them last night.

>> Come out of the cramped stairwell, revealing yourself to him. Say "Hello Brother" and present him his gift.

>> "That's an interesting bit of information Angron. I have been sent here to rescue you by Charon- a friend of Oenomaus- but it seems you rescued yourself." Then reveal yourself to him

>> "My crew and I came here to find information about the slave traders so we may stop them for good. And there is more than that." Then step out of the stairwell to reveal yourself and see him for the first time.

>> "Angron, this will sound a bit odd, but we came here to get you." Then reveal yourself to him. "I believe we are related."

>> "We came here to find your friend Oenomaus. We are starting a rebellion as we speak. We turned the power out." Then show yourself to him.

>> Write in

>> "That's an interesting bit of information Angron. I have been sent here to rescue you by Charon- a friend of Oenomaus- but it seems you rescued yourself." Then reveal yourself to him
I like this one. The first doesn't really fit Koli' to me.

>>4899195
I’ll second this. As much as I want us to go full abridged Vulcan and run out to give a back breaking hug now is not the time.

>>4898673
>Well then, friend Angron, you were the man I was searching for. I came here to help break the restraints of all the people of Nuceria. One of my chainbreakers, Charon, friend of your mentor, has said you are a symbol of resistance for the slaves and poor. Do you want to join us, so seek both your revenge and justice?
>Then come out of the shadow, and extend your arm for a handshake.

>>4899253
Also, we got Angron without the nails, and with a few samples of the them, tge collars, and any information that we steal from the High Riders and the Ganth, we, Martin and a few researchers of the hive may be able to find a way to either remove or restore them to their original purpose. I'm incredibly hyped.

>>4898673
> Tell him about how part of him knew he was different - special - before he could even form words.
> Tell him that he finds himself gifted with knowledge and physical prowess unlike any normal man. Inherent, not learned.
> Tell him he has often wondered if he is unique, singular, an aberration in the galaxy, or if there are others like him. Kin, lost amongst those distant stars above.
> Tell him he is not alone.

>>4899253
This seems like the best write in, supporting.

Also if angron seems skeptical, im all for just giving him the axe then and there.

>>4899261
Changing to support this

It seems, I have to write this together. That is okay. I like the write ins and what has been done. This is important so I will do my best.

>>4899891
Godspeed Old Man o7

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“Angron.” You say with a pause. You breathe a sigh of relief, but you can sense some frustration, just through his mana and heartbeat. Your Cousin looks up at you worried.

“I think I can tell something about you.” You say.

“Oh? Mister Fancy Name, Fancier than any High Rider mind you- do tell.”

“I can tell, that since before you had words to speak, you have felt driven. You have felt different.” You say and his mana is slightly shifted.

“I know, for a fact: You know and understand certain things others simply cannot and that you are gifted in ways physically that nobody you have met can match. Furthermore You know that this is your inheritance.” You say and he breathes a little differently

“Anyone who has seen me knows I am physically gifted.”

“But not to the degree of being gifted in combat I think.” You let out and you hear a scoff.

“Furthermore. I almost certainly know, that at times you have wondered in the dark moments of the night if there were others like you. People who were as strong as you, or whom you could connect with. Yes you may have sworn brothers of blood, and those who you would live and die for. But Family. Someone like you.” And you walk out of the stairway. And he turns to look at you.

In an instant you both know. You know the second you make eye contact. You can feel it as sure as the mana in the room. It’s a spark. It’s like the physical embodiment of hope. Something special and, you feel a little bit of moisture in your eye. It’s probably just the weird weed frank talked about. Angron, he has it as well.

“I know for a fact, we are not alone. We don’t have to be.” You say and he walks up to you and you and him grip arms.

There is a long silence where you are just holding each others arms.

“Charon- A friend of Oenomaus lead us here. We have come to break chains and find information on the Ganth. We have. I made it my personal mission to find you.” and as you say that Erhapti bounds over and starts licking you for attention.

“This little trouble maker here also has something I brought, for you. If I found you.” You say hefting the large wrapped weapon for your brother. And his eyes widen.

“A gift?” He asks, his voice a little changed. Probably from all the yelling.

“Just something that we made.” You say. When he unravels the cloth he looks at the powerful axe.

“This- This is the finest weapon I have ever seen. You, - you made this? For me?” He asks.

“Well there was some technology involved and one of my friends helped with it, but I guess I customized it for someone who-” And he is hugging you. So you hug back.

“This, kindness. It is very rare for someone like me to have.” He says.

“You came here to fight the slavers? To break chains and the grip of the high riders?” He asks.

>>4899991
“We have some rebels, but we need more to help us rally. We are currently bombarding the army camp.” You say and his eyes grow wide and he grins

“The army? You have bombarded it?”

“We have reinforcements and weapons coming in a little bit.” You say and he looks at you impressed.

“If I had, if you had come before we would have freed this planet a long time ago.” Angron says.

“We should get going, also.” You toss angron a comm.

“Charon, we have rescued Angron. What is your status?” You ask.

“Kind of busy! We are dealing with some very trigger happy guards that have some collared gladiators! So you heading this way would be really helpful right now!” Charon says.

You have time for two!

>> Pick up any weird tech, have Angron point out what is used, so you can reverse engineer certain things

>> Search the hospital for any ganth schedule and records, see if they are doing anything here.

>> Begin destroying this ‘Hospital’ which is clearly just a den of torture

>> Look for any other guards or doctors, time for some quick interrogation

>> Split up, Arona and Angron do one task, have Erhapti track down any guards or doctors, and one task for you

>> Write in

>>4899992
“Why have you called us here Arnoul”

“You are the best we got. Of our legion, you eleven represent our brightest best, and arguably strongest. Right now, we are about to campaign into the Ultima Segmentum. You are all well aware. Our legion, has become famous or rather infamous for our ‘tactics’” You say looking at the desk.

“We are favored time and time again by the Emperor for the more confusing and unique campaigns, even without our Gene Father. Our Accomplishments are legendary. We as a legion managed to attack and destroy a renegade titan and it’s associated forces. We managed to capture and salvage most of a human pirate fleet, and gain many archaeo tech devices that have put us in the good graces of the Martian Mechanicum. We were able to route a massive Ork Waagh before it even got planet side. There have been xenos that we have wiped out and then there was the battle planet.” You say recalling the losses on that event.

“All of these great wins, come from our ability to improvise and conduct unorthodox attacks with a legion as large as ours. However, we have been not performing to standard when it comes to the orthodox battlespace and I don’t think it’s going to be adventure after adventure and Titans and Odd stuff. We are going to have to do adjust tactics. We can’t just wing it every time.” You say.

“So, with much hesitation and after looking at many things, I feel we should take some notes from other legions. Namely the First and Thirteenth. I feel, that if we cross train while applying some set tactics- besides the Principio Bellicosia, we will be able to thrive in this campaign.” You state.

The captains look at you, and for the most part seem to nod in agreement.

“What is your plan, legion master?” one of the more Veteran Captains, Tiber, asks.

“The eleven of you, are going to be the basis for a secondary training organization. While we need to standardize, but let me remind you the old Terran Maxim”

“A Jack of All Trades, is master of none” One of your captains says

“However, what most people forget is the other part. But oftentimes better than master of one.” You say sternly and the hubub stops.

“We are still to maintain our skillsets. We still have to be good at void combat, naval operations, and otherwise risky drop operations and other things. As far as I know, we are still the only ones the emperor will be calling for what we are good at. But we also need to be able to conduct other operations as well. All of you. Our Legion cannot just be Jacks of all Trades. That’s the starting point. We have to master multiple trades. Multiple strategies, and not just what we are good at now. But we need to start somewhere. That is why I have formed this council. Where do we need to master and strengthen first?” You ask.

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>>4899994


>> Siege Tactics

>> Shock Tactics

>> Assault Tactics

>> Infiltration

>> Psyops

>> Decapitation

>> Close Combat

>> Fast Attack

>> Technological weaponry

>> CBRN

>> Defensive operations

>> Deep Striking

>> Guerrilla Warfare

>>4899996
And it ate my post.

You can select two from the list.

Currently as it stands the eleventh has mastered

Void Warfare
Naval Warfare/Boarding
Special Operations (specializing in air assault/drop)

Also I left out the Write in Option.

>>4899996
> Technological weaponry
> Decapitation

>> Search the hospital for any ganth schedule and records, see if they are doing anything here.

>> Begin destroying this ‘Hospital’ which is clearly just a den of torture

>>4900085
Support

>>4899996
>> Pick up any weird tech, have Angron point out what is used, so you can reverse engineer certain things
>> Search the hospital for any ganth schedule and records, see if they are doing anything here.
We don't have time for a proper interrogation, and torture and threats just means they will say anything for us to stop. Also this building can be reporpused to an actual hospital later, so leave it standing.
>> Deep Striking
When are we surfing on top of a drop pod?

>>4899996
>>> Technological weaponry
>> Deep Striking time to trop in and zap 'em up
>> Pick up any weird tech, have Angron point out what is used, so you can reverse engineer certain things

>>4899992
>> Pick up any weird tech, have Angron point out what is used, so you can reverse engineer certain things
>> Search the hospital for any ganth schedule and records, see if they are doing anything here.
Can't let this happen to anyone else.

>>4899996
>> Deep Striking
>> Technological Weaponry
Well would you look at that, Spec Ops Legion full of A-Team's a-go-go!

>>4900037
Man, the Eleventh and 12th Legion operating together must be a thing of beauty.

I can see them working in tandem, covering each others weaknesses and complimenting strengths.

>>4898670
> “The Temerity” The Captain said in a quiet voice.
Found the name of our Legion's Gloriana!

>>4900540
Considering our naming sense, I feel a lot of characters are going to let out groans whenever they hear what we call things.

>>4900540
That's way better than my idea of naming it Something Fiercer.
But considering the legion's focuson void combat, the Emperor may give us more than one.

>>4900163
Forgot to vote for the second specialty
>> Technological weaponry

>>4900611
>>4900450
lmao we gon' be maori kool-aid man with railguns

>>4900671
We are going to be space-faring maori kool-aid man with railgun.
It's Tonga time, but in space.

>>4900609
I mean, apparently Dorn had three at one point. So it stands to reason that the Legion famous for naval action would have more than one.

>>4900671
>>4900689
> Deldar: "No Mon-keigh! No!"
> Special K: "YES KOLINASI YES!"

>>4900609
We could name the biggest Something Fiercest.

>>4900736
Ah yes, the Something Fierce, Something Fiercer, Something Fiercest and the Temerity. One of these is not like the other.
Also the administratum is going to hate us and our naming scheme.
We need another pun to name more ships.

>>4900743
Name one "Odd", geddit?

>>4900751
Yeah, but eventually someone will name one "Even" to make a pair. Or maybe "End".
Something Fierce was named because dad said to name it something fierce, so the logical progression of the naming scheme is "A Good Name", than "A Better Name" and finally "The Best Name".
The dreaded Dad Joke fleet.

>>4900751
A looted pirate cruiser could be 'Odd One Out' or 'De'lormosa's Finest'.

>>4900743
> The Temerity isn't even our Legion's biggest ship.

>>4900757
Making all of our ships, save like one or two, dad jokes and cheeky jabs at Eldar, Orks or even other Legions would be great. Like fucking with the Dark Angels by naming our smallest escort cruiser 'The Avenging Avenger of Vitriolic Violence'.

Going to update today around lunch time. Today is the dreaded double shift and tomorrow is the twelve hour.

Also it's holiday weekend.

>>4900859
Kolinasi is going to make a dad joke when he meets his legion.
The remembrancers are going to have to record how his response to Arnoul was "Hi at your service, I'm dad".
>>4901889
Now that's is true suffering, Old Man. Stay strong.

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“Angron. We need your help to win this rebellion. First we need to find any records of what the Ganth do on this planet, and then I need to take some of this tech with me.” You say pointing to the nails which makes him look at you in an angered fashion.

You raise your hand peacefully

“To reverse engineer it. To cure it. If I can understand how it works I can potentially cure those afflicted by their curse.” You say and his expression notably changes.

“There are many devices similar to the nails, it’s just the most popular one. They have the wolves collars, and the mantle which I have only seen once in combat, and I have seen limbs. This hospital has all of those.” He says. You nod, and you begin a quick room by room search for record keeping devices, though you do find a deal more in the way of ‘bio-augments’ which are mostly spare limbs, though you have found a ‘mantle’ which makes Angron visibly cringe and an inactive wolves collar that you think is powered down. You see some other mysterious tech devices, that look like surgical tools- which could be useful. So you ask Angron.

“Angron, is there no anesthesia?” You ask as you look quickly through some of the visible records that may lead a clue to some ganth information that you also stow away and copy to your dataslate.

“No. Only the High Riders receive the Anesthesia. Them or their precious beautiful ones.” Angron says in a spiteful tone.

“Their beautiful ones?” You ask angered by the absurdity of lack of anesthesia for those who would need it most.

“Yeah. Slaves whom, well, they are augmented to be made more physically attractive. They are brought here by strange individuals with eyes like Goats.” He says causing your anger to grow to where some of the devices nearby flicker on then short circuit.

“Cuz! I have found their delivery records and departure notes!” Arona says coming into the room with your helper. Erhapti, always faithfull hops over and rubs her head against you for attention, calming you down a bit.

“That was a neat trick. I thought I had some anger issues.” Angron says with a mild chuckle.

“Imagine if you had the nails implanted.” You respond.

“I imagine you’d probably be fighting me right now.” Angron says, and you are fairly certain he would have a strong chance at winning.

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>>4902279
“You are almost certainly right. Frank, Charon, Angron has been acquired. Where are you located?” You ask

“Oh I am just taking a stroll.” Frank says over the comm a little stressed.

“That doesn’t sound like a stroll.” You say

“That’s because I am just getting in a little exerci-” And you hear a very loud explosion outside the hospital.

“Frank? Are you ok?” You ask

“I am just fine. I think you have a clear corridor to the main districts the rich people live at. Charon did you get that?” Frank says over the radio.

“Aye! We got that just fine, however we are a bit busy dealing with some of the gladiatorial guards. Apparently they gave an Ogryn with the nails a machine gun.” Charon says

“And He also has the Wolves collar so Delia and Meera have nothing that can actively aid other than their combat prowess.” Charon says.

“Is Oenomaus with them? Are my comrades safe?” Angron asks

“The only reason we even have a ghost of a chance is because of Oenomaus. Kolinasi, we could really use a bit of help right now.” Charon says over the radio.

“Frank, can you keep up the distractions?” You ask

“Oh, well considering I just destroyed the main radio comms center, I don’t really have a choice.” He says.

“Jerah? Can you land soon?” You ask hurridly over the primary comms

“We are looking for a good landing spot right now, We have most of their army taken care of if the bombardment is any indication.” He says.
___
Now is the time for swift action. You may pick one.

>> “Jerah, deploy both fighters, have them strafe the city, mostly areas home to the high riders, Frank, create distractions along the way to the Arena. We’ll meet you there.”

>> “Jerah, bomb the richer looking areas. Deploy the fighters to break open part of the arena. Don’t land save to drop off lancer and the weapons. Stay in the sky above the city and establish dominance. Frank help Jerah target areas by setting beacons. Charon hold on as long as you can we are on the way.”

>> “Jerah, land outside the city, have lancer clean up any military remaining. We meet in the middle of the city. Frank, have beacons at places we want the fighters to strike at. Charon, do what you have to.”

>> “Frank clear out a good landing for Jerah. Place some landing beacons. Jerah, reinforce the rebellion, have lancer go clear out any elements that he can, and have the fighter craft strike at any remaining military targets. Charon, if you have to retreat to outside the Arena we will meet you there. To reinforce you.”

>> Frank, go to the Arena and assist Charon. Jerah, use your best judgment in finding a landing area, have Lancer operate as best he can, let the fighters run covering fire for him. Charon, we will get to you as soon as possible.”

>> Write in option

>>4902284
>Frank, go find a good place inaide the city for Jerah to land. If you can mark any strategic places for bombing, do so, and take cousin with you. Jerah, scramble the fighters and bombers to distract the High Riders, but focus on landing and survival. Lancer, prepare to deploy as soon as you land. Charon, me and Angron are going to support you, we both got our combi-axes and I still got the doomfire grenades, we should be able to carve our way there. We
will hit these scum hard and fast. FOR FREEDOM!

>>4902360
Oh no, the last sentence somehow cut off.
Also, Erhapti goes with Frank and Arona. They will have more need of the data pad and the anti-eletronic device, so hand it to them. We also don't need the breaching charge while we have the greanade and two giants that can Kool-man through obstacles, so they can also take it.
The whole operation depends on them now, godspeed.

>>4902360
Actually, change it so Lancer gets off outside the walls and clean up the army.
A titan inside the city may cause too much collateral damage, and that way we won't have to deal with reinforcement if they retreat to another city.

>>4902360
second this

>>4902284
Old Man, is the stadium big enough for Something Fierce to land is, because if it is, a have a better idea than my old one here>>4902360
>Angron, cover me while we carve a path towards Charon. Frank, shadow us until we get to the arena, when we get there, I want you to place landing beacons in the middle of it. Arona, you help Frank. Lancer, deploy outside the walls and deal with any stragglers. Jerah, prepare to land right in the middle of the city. We are going to hit these scum hard and fast. FOR FREEDOM!

>>4902470
Arguably you COULD fit the fierce into it, but I wouldn't be so sure if the stadium would be standing afterwards.

>>4902484
Than the old vote is better.
The stadium will be demolished anyway, but there may be gladiarors imprseo es there that could help us if we free them. And demolishing it over their heads is to a very good recruitament method.

>>4902504
Imprisioned.and is not a very good method.

I am going to wait to do an update to this.

But I think I know what to write. If I have time in this double I will.

>>4903310
Hope it's not because my write-in is shit and is going to get everyone killed.

>>4902360
Support

>>4902360
Support

Hope you all had fun yesterday

>>4905283
If I can get the captcha on my computer to cooperate there will be an update tonight.

>>4905708
The new catcha sucks.
Don't know how Malal is not having problems with it.

>>4905774
The old one gave me more trouble. For some reason, it just gives me the complete captcha code when I'm on my computer and doesn't have me do the slide puzzle thing that it does when I'm phoneposting.

The image gallery would always take at least three tries to get it to realize I solved it. Was a huge pain in the ass.

And I have to use chrome fml


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“The night of broken chains is still sung about in both the eleventh and twelfth legions. Kolinasi’s ballad for Angron is still frequently spoken of.”

Kharn

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+/+/+/

“What we know now- is that Kolinasi’s navigation decision is the only thing that saved Angron. If Kolinnasi had arrived later, had the bombardment of Desh’ea occurred a moment later, had they not used the Archeotech OLEL Cannon, Angron would have been a victim of the nails. Kolinasi, and the Emperor, were the only two who could have maybe fixed Angron with the nails, and only if they arrived at the right window with the proper technological and medical training. We both know Kolinasi was both, as obviously the Emperor was. With the nails, we could only theorize what would have happened and how a primarch’s biology and the Nails would have interacted if they were removed. If so- we know from removal of the technology as tested by Kolinasi from freed gladiators, is that there is a marked change in cognitive function and ability that requires surgical rehabilitation and therapy. This is just for a normal baseline human. For a Primarch? Who could tell? Would Angron have been doomed to eternal anger without joy? Knowing and only loving combat and butchery? Nobody could say, but it would have been a sad story. The galaxy would have been twice as dark, as with as much effect as Kolinasi had on Angron, Angron had on Kolinasi.”
– Kahuna Tybero, Ancient of Lore

+/+/+/

You look at your cousin, then at Angron after quickly putting some more files on your data pad.
“Frank. Go find the best spot you can find in the city for Jerah to land. Arona, go with him.” You say and Arona gives you an odd look you haven’t seen her give you before. You wouldn’t say sass, but it’s an odd look.

“Frank you and Arona will mark any targets for the fighter bomber. Jerah make sure that the planes are going hot and hard. Gela is a good pilot, but make sure the other fighter is by someone competent. I know we got a lot of good pilots, but you know the drill. They have to keep the high riders distracted, if any flak or anti air guns come online, the fierce is going to require a lot of repair and I don’t reckon we have the time”

>>4905795

“Aye Cap I don’t think so either.” Jerah says.

“Jerah, tell Lancer to deploy the second he lands. Tell him to head towards trouble and end it.”

“Tell him yerself cap.” Jerah says.

“I was hoping those would be my orders.” Lancer says.

“Old Man.” You say over the comms

“Ya know Kolinasi, I do occasionally sleep, fortunately for you it’s not for a little bit.”

“Once we are done here, I am going to describe a bunch of old tech here. If you can make heads or tails of what I have learned of it.” You say.

“Will do. The first two ships are done! Thought you might want to know. They are a little bigger than you’d think. They should do good against the Ganth.” He says and you sigh a little relief. That was great news. They were ahead of schedule.

“Charon, Angron and I will be coming over with our combi axes and I got doomfire grenades, these scum we are going to hit fast and hard. We are going to have a little race to the stadium as well.” You say and Angron Grins.

“Everyone on this channel! All my crew. All my family! All my friends! My Allies! My Honor Guard! Tonight is the dawn of a new age. Tonight we start our first offensive blow against the slavers! Tonight is a night of broken chains! For Freedom!” You shout and cheering comes over the radio.

“Ya know, a Haka is better.” Arona says.

“I only performed one radio Haka. I thought it was ok. But this better.” You say and Arona smiles

>>4905800
“I am gonna go catch up with Frank Cuz. You don’t do anything stupid with your new brother otherwise Auntie is gonna skin me alive.” Arona says.

“You think that is bad you know what she’ll do to me.” You say with a smile.

“She’d haul your ass to the volcano and throw you in alive.” Your cuz says as she pets your shoal stoat before running off.


“We have a mother?” Angron asks

>>>> INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT LORE VOTE <<<<<<

PICK ONLY ONE.

“Yeah mate. You have a mother, a father and a bunch of brothers. I’ll show you the video of our family when we get back to the ship.”

“I have an adoptive family, but ‘our own’ family is large. I will show you footage when I get back to the ship and will answer as many questions as I can.”

“Not really sure? I mean, I have footage mate, you can see for yourself. It looks like we do, but for all I know the people from the footage could just be weirdos. My opinion though, is ya.”

“Yeah man.”
>>> <<<

As you break out of the hospital, you realize that the stadium is a straight line away from the hospital. It’s about 2km off. So you begin to do a few stretches.

“You seriously want to race me?” Angron asks.

“Ya mate. You’re my brother, I need to know if I need to get faster, or stronger, or be a better fighter. We help each other out.” You say smiling and Angron gives a shake of the head and a smile.

“I never knew that I would have a brother, a real brother, and one who would help me free my people. This is one of the best moments I have had.” He says.

“Mine too. But we still got a lot to do! Alright. I am gonna count to 3. on 3 we run.” You say and give your shoal stoat your scent. She looks at you, knowing she won’t be able to keep up. You are actually excited! You get to race someone who could be as fast as you! Or Faster! You may learn how to get faster, or stronger, or become a much better fighter!

“One” You say looking at Angron, who takes an odd running stance, he was probably trained differently

“Two” You say looking at the stadium, wondering how quickly you can get there.

“Three” You say and you run. As fast as you can.

>>4905803
Faster than you have ever gone for such a period of time. The stadium is in front of you in not much more than four times the time it took you to count. You are a little winded so you stop for a few seconds and Angron catches up.

“I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE RUN LIKE THAT.” he says

“You should see me surf, that’s what I am really good at.” You say

“What is surfing?” Angron asks and you pause. You have never met anyone who didn’t know what surfing was. Granted, this planet had less water than yours by a great deal. And the waves looked very tame.

“When we are done here, I will show you.” You say and he smiles.

“I would have ran faster, but we will need all of our strength to fight-” And you hear a very feral roar.

“It looks like the guards or our men have let slip some beasts.” Angron says

“Is that good or bad?” You ask

“It depends, do you have experience slaying monsters?” He asks

“I have slain a few sea monsters actually.” You say humbly knowing that it’s a bit more than a few, and Angron makes the same whistle you and your dad make which causes you to smirk.

“Now that is good to know. Should we go after the monsters, or the guards, or immediately to Charon? They sounded desperate.” He says and the din of combat and gunfire grows in intensity as it is intermingled with beasts.

Pick one.

>> Go after the beasts first, they could cause the most damage and most harm

>> Go after the Guards around the base, if they can be stopped it will make the gladiators easier to rally

>> Go to the Gladiators first. It’s paramount.

>>4905807
> Go after the Guards around the base, if they can be stopped it will make the gladiators easier to rally

FUCK EM UP!

Sorry about yesterday, I needed some rest in addition to the traditional lighting of explosives and grilling.

Basically I passed out from exhaustion.

>>4905811
Also do not forget the incredibly important lore vote on what we tell angron about what we know about or mother.

>>4905818
>“I have an adoptive family, but ‘our own’ family is large. I will show you footage when I get back to the ship and will answer as many questions as I can.”

Fuck Erda

>>4905807
>"I have an adoptive family, but ‘our own’ family is large. I will show you footage when I get back to the ship and will answer as many questions as I can.”
>But if mon and dad are ok, we could adopt you too. Although maybe Oenomaus would be better, he is the one you said has been a father for you.
It's not because you have a biological family, that the adopted one is any less real.
>> Go to the Gladiators first. It’s paramount.
Got to rally our forces, and avoid risking accidentatly firing on our allies.

>>4905854
Supportan

>>4905803
>> “I have an adoptive family, but ‘our own’ family is large. I will show you footage when I get back to the ship and will answer as many questions as I can.”
Introducing him to Ma isn't even a question. She'd get a step stool just to reach up and cuff K's pretty head if he failed to bring home Angron for supper.

>>4905807
>> Throw your doomfire grenades into any clusters of guards you can see, before taking on the various beasts.
We can predict how men can react, and plan accordingly; these poor animals have likely been afflicted with the same torturous devices as some of the gladiators, and will therefore be unpredictable.

We should make sure the beasts we slay are given a proper burial, alongside any of the fallen slaves. The didn't choose to fight and kill and die, enraged and in agony, but we can honor them as warriors just the same.

Also, fuck captcha. With a chainsword lathered in tetanus and rock salt.

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Just a few Adeptus Mechanicus weapons, given that these are what we're outfitting the gladiators and our own folks back home with.

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>>4906100

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>>4906101
I certainly hope we aren't issuing Skiitari cancer-guns to our soldiers!

>>4906102

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>>4906104
Of course I fucked that up.

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>>4906213

>>4906100
I will list the full details of the Admech weapons as Kolinasi would know by now what is in the armory and what "The Autolathe" on the ship can manufacture.

So for record:
There is one Autolathe on the Fierce
There is the "rapid protolathe", as the old man calls it, at the stone hall.
Kolinasi also has is data tablet, which is a bit advanced.

I will go over the weapons later today.

All of this is important for lore as when it's all put together, it will make more sense, but there is still a bit nore De'lormosa lore to go.

>>4906254
As for what to expect for most of this thread...
Welll....

https://youtu.be/4IvmltBbuak

>>4906261
Sometimes you have to remove the old for the new to grow.

A thought; what if we use the Beasts of De'lormosa as names for our ship(s)?

>>4906426
I first read it as using the beast of De'lormosa as the ships.
Naming after them works, so I have no problems with the idea.

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Well it looks like Captcha is finally working on my laptop. Let's hope it stays this way.

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>>4905807
> Go after the Guards around the base, if they can be stopped it will make the gladiators easier to rally

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>>4906909

“We rally the gladiators. We can ignore the beasts. Once we do that we take on the rest of the guards. It’ll be straightforward.” You say

“I am worried. The sounds of who they unleashed, they may have brought out some of the more- interesting opponents.” Angron says with a cringe.

“What do you mean?” You ask as you follow Angron sneaking in, following the sound of screaming and shooting.

“There were monstrous beings, that were occasionally brought out to kill unpopular gladiators. Not just your Ogryn with a collar and the nails, but beings. Sickly green skin, strange faces. Big. Then there were others with more Jaundiced skin, strange eyes and sometimes multiple arms.”

“One of those is the Ganth. I heard rumor they sold their own, I just didn’t believe any race could be so callous to it’s own people.” You say

“Well as far as I know, there is also a monstrous being that is only woken up, then unleashed. Gladiators use it as a scary story to tell the new comers, but having done so well I have seen it. If it is out, I hope that the gun end of this axe is really good, because if it isn’t I don’t care how fast you are, this- thing- it will find and kill you. They have implants in it that they can just make it sleep, which is how it spends most of is existence.” He says as the sound grows near and when you finally approach you see that the gladiators are holding there own, keeping two ogryns with nails and collars at bay, thanks to team tactics.

“Good! Thank the spirits you are here Kolinasi.” Charon says.

“This doesn’t look too bad.” You say as the gladiators look like they are fending off the Ogryns well.

“This isn’t the main worry. There is are some guards nearby who are releasing monsters and various beings. When ever we kill one, which isn’t that hard- they send in something slightly worse.”

“They are toying with you.” You say

“Precisely. We cannot find out where they are, but they keep doing this, so we are making essentially a play fight while we have people scout and look whilst fighting.” Charon says motioning to one of the more scarred older, gladiators.

“It was Oenomaus’s idea. He knew something was wrong right away.”

“It sounded more desperate over the radio.” You point out quickly and Angron nods his head.

“Well that’s because it is. Oenomaus knows what is going to come next. Something called the Rakgol or something similar. Apparently the Ganth sold it in a lot with a few other slaves. The being is apparently the deadliest thing in the arena.” Charon says. You look at Angron who nods.

“Point us to the cell of it, we will see what can be done about it, maybe try to find the guards as well.” You say.

“OH NEW FRIENDS. I GUESS THAT MEANS I HAVE TO MAKE THIS GAME HARDER. SEND OUT THE RAKGOL” A voice says over the intercom.

>>4907023
MOTHERFUCKING RAK'GOLS!?

>>4907023

There is chittering and screetching. It is the most horrible sound you have ever heard. The being is tall. Almost as tall as you. It cuts decapitates both Ogryn and immediately moves to gore the two gladiators that were nearest to the ogryns. It let’s out a strange noise as it pops it’s bones and begins playing in the gore similar to how your shoal stoat plays with water. It then gets up and looks directly at the mass of people and charges directly at Angron and you.

With little hesitation you take a fighting position and Angron stands beside you.

“Only fire if you have to, what I have seen from the schematic it will disintegrate whatever it hits.” You say.

“What does that even mean?” Angron says taking a swing at one of the legs of the Rakgol, side stepping.

“From the diagram? It basically makes it like it didn’t exist. Basically tears it apart at the atomic level.” You say as you dodge the beasts twin attacks. It’s faster than the drukhari, and more savage than any creature you have seen.

“That would be really useful, why aren’t we doing that?” He asks as you are able to lay into the beast with the axe as it cuts deep letting gore fill the air of it’s strange white stone like skin.

“It’s not that if you miss, it’s that what if my axe is in it. Or you are touching it.” You say.

“Wouldn’t it destroy the whole planet then? It’s touching the ground.” Angron says causing you to be taken a bit back of the question. He didn’t understand the concept a second ago, but now he is asking you a question that makes you wonder how the gun really works. Truly another intellectual and warrior.

“Think I can make it jump?” You ask.

“I already took two legs, but this thing can go bipedal. These aren’t it’s only set of limbs. Apparently it can regrow them.” Angron says as you hack off an arm.

“This isn’t even fair!” You say in mock anger as you get a slight cut from one of the blades. It’s a cut, but it isn’t bad.

“No what isn’t fair brother is that somewhere there is a whole planet of this guy.” Angron says as you and he hack the beast to the ground, and then soundly decapitate it.

“OH YOU KILLED THE RAKGOL! OH WELL. I GOT GANTH AND AN ORK WITH NAILS. WHICH DO I CHOOSE?” The arrogant voice says from the speakers. You quickly grab one and try to understand the machines spirit.

In a design decision that can only be described as criminal incompetence, the machine spirit calmly describes that all decisions are made from an announcer booth, and that the stadium was designed this way intentionally.

“It’s the announcer booth.” You say calmly and Charon looks at you and nods.
“Are you sure?” Oenomaus asks and Charon looks and nods at him.

“Kolinasi is incredibly gifted with electronics. It is how he freed me old friend. It’s how he freed all of us.”

“I CANT CHOOSE SO WE GO WITH BOTH!” The voice says.

There is chittering and screetching. It is the most horrible sound you have ever heard. The being is tall. Almost as tall as you. It cuts decapitates both Ogryn and immediately moves to gore the two gladiators that were nearest to the ogryns. It let’s out a strange noise as it pops it’s bones and begins playing in the gore similar to how your shoal stoat plays with water. It then gets up and looks directly at the mass of people and charges directly at Angron and you.

With little hesitation you take a fighting position and Angron stands beside you.

“Only fire if you have to, what I have seen from the schematic it will disintegrate whatever it hits.” You say.

“What does that even mean?” Angron says taking a swing at one of the legs of the Rakgol, side stepping.

“From the diagram? It basically makes it like it didn’t exist. Basically tears it apart at the atomic level.” You say as you dodge the beasts twin attacks. It’s faster than the drukhari, and more savage than any creature you have seen.

“That would be really useful, why aren’t we doing that?” He asks as you are able to lay into the beast with the axe as it cuts deep letting gore fill the air of it’s strange white stone like skin.

“It’s not that if you miss, it’s that what if my axe is in it. Or you are touching it.” You say.

“Wouldn’t it destroy the whole planet then? It’s touching the ground.” Angron says causing you to be taken a bit back of the question. He didn’t understand the concept a second ago, but now he is asking you a question that makes you wonder how the gun really works. Truly another intellectual and warrior.

“Think I can make it jump?” You ask.

“I already took two legs, but this thing can go bipedal. These aren’t it’s only set of limbs. Apparently it can regrow them.” Angron says as you hack off an arm.

“This isn’t even fair!” You say in mock anger as you get a slight cut from one of the blades. It’s a cut, but it isn’t bad.

“No what isn’t fair brother is that somewhere there is a whole planet of this guy.” Angron says as you and he hack the beast to the ground, and then soundly decapitate it.

“OH YOU KILLED THE RAKGOL! OH WELL. I GOT GANTH AND AN ORK WITH NAILS. WHICH DO I CHOOSE. HMMMM.” The arrogant voice says from the speakers. You quickly grab one and try to understand the machines spirit.

In a design decision that can only be described as criminal incompetence, the machine spirit calmly describes that all decisions are made from an announcer booth, and that the stadium was designed this way intentionally.

“It’s the announcer booth.” You say calmly and Charon looks at you and nods.

“Are you sure?” Oenomaus asks and Charon looks and nods at him.

“Kolinasi is incredibly gifted with electronics. It is how he freed me old friend. It’s how he freed all of us.”

“I CANT CHOOSE SO WE GO WITH BOTH!” The voice says.

>>4907027
Well that was weird.


“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH” A loud obnoxious voice from a large green sick looking being that has clear nails in its head charges out followed by a very large six armed Ganth that could be taller than you if it were wearing boots.

Your disdane and hatred of the Ganth causes you to deny the being the glory of combat and fire your combi weapon at it, instantly causing it to dematerialize into nothing more than an odd coloration and dust.

“SO THE GUN WORKS WELL!” Meera shouts over.

“Ya!” You shout back.

Deliah, the ever dutiful, recognizing the lack of a collar on the Ork conjures lightning and destroys it and Angron looks up at the stadium booths.

“It’s not saying anything.” Angron says.

“He could be fleeing.” You say

“Or he could be getting ready to release more.” Angron says in a very blunt tone.

___


Next move?

>> “ Angron, let’s find out.” Climb up to the announcer booth, see who or what is in there.

>> “Hold your ground.” Fight whatever comes next

>> “This is just a distraction. We go for the guards. If they send anything we will kill it regardless.”

>> “I was wondering when I would get to try these doomfire grenades.” Destroy the announcer booth and begin breaking chains.

>> Write in

>>4907024
Just the one. For now. The Ganth have been a lot of places. Makes you wonder.

> “Hold your ground.” Fight whatever comes next

>>4907031
Hope they don't have any electric fog panthers milling about.

>>4907030
>“I was wondering when I would get to try these doomfire grenades.” Destroy the announcer booth and begin breaking chains.

Holy hell this new captcha sucks

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>>4907030
>> “ Angron, let’s find out.” Climb up to the announcer booth, see who or what is in there.
>> “I was wondering when I would get to try these doomfire grenades.” Destroy the announcer booth and begin breaking chains.
Man, both options are so damn tempting but contrary!
On one hand, potential loot.
On the other, sick explosions.

>>4907031
All the flavors in the galaxy, and they chose to be shit.

>>4907032
My friend. One thing you never do is tempt fate (IE the QM). There's always room for something worse.

>>4907182
Well the neat part is they arent technically contrary and you can choose more than one.

>>4907293
I mean, for all that Primarchs are bullshit, I doubt Special K or Angron want to breath in chlorine triflouride.

>>4907293
>>4907299
Actually, there's a thought; we could fashion some extreme hazardous environment masks for us (and by extension our legions).

>>4907030
>> “ Angron, let’s find out.” Climb up to the announcer booth, see who or what is in there.
>> “Hold your ground.” Fight whatever comes next
>> "Meera, I wanted to see your grenades in action, but I guess I'll have to let it for another time. Take it, if this os a distraction, and they bring out another being, don't be afraid to use it"
The booth controls all of the arena, which means that even if they ran away, we would take over the arena. We may have to try and fix it though, unless the high rider is so dumb he didn't sabotage before leaving.
Also, leaving the doomfire with them, on case they let out the big monster.

Also, is it just me or the captcha is getting worse? First it was just letters, than it needs to scroll it, and now you can't even ask for another one.

>>4907318
> Also, is it just me or the captcha is getting worse? First it was just letters, than it needs to scroll it, and now you can't even ask for another one.

Pure. Cancer.

I mean, I get the need to stop spam robots, but FUCK.

>>4907460
It is obly going to stop bots temporarily, until someone codes a way for them to solve the new Captcha.

I'm sure it's a way to try and sell those retarded passes.

>>4907318
Supporting

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>>4907303
Doc is making a special void suit for us.
Considering how much punishment the humans ones that the solar auxilia used could take, a mastercrafted prinarch tier voidsuit is going to be awesome.
We just are going to need to paint a few tattos and decals, maybe put a bronze finish for that old diving suit vibe, and maybe a few extra servos on the legs for us to still run like wind, and than we are never going to have to worry about decompression and damage again.

Going to write this together. Give me some time though, the lady is cooking me dinner. I also apologize for tardiness, had to do some actual work.

“Let’s find out then.” You say to Angron and he nods. It’s something you know you really shouldn’t do, but there is a strange mana in the air. An electricity all of it’s own and it feels right.

“Stand your ground- whatever comes next fight it.” You say and the chain breakers and your honor guard nod, a few more gladiators rushing up to join.

“Meera- not sure if I will use these just yet, but something tells me you might have a few uses.” You say giving her two of your small bandolier. Angron who is about to ask a question is instantly answered by Meera.

“It can burn anything but get away quickly, the gas is toxic.”

“What do you mean anything?” Angron asks

“I mean it can burn down concrete. It can destroy any metal practically. I haven’t found something it cannot burn that it won’t blow up if it cannot. It could cut a hole into a void craft. No armor can stand against it.” Meera says in a confident tone, then Angron smiles.

“We shall go to the booth first, then there is something that I think will help us by destroying it.” Angron says.

The pair of you leap into the stands. A few guards, try to in a most cowardly fashion run. You would go after them, but they stumble over there own boots in the process of running away, it would waste time attempting to capture whomever is controlling the booth. A few short leaps and stairwells, and fleeing guards later you arrive at the booth’s entrance. The glass is clearly one way, maybe some sophisticated tech that can be shaded or changed if current is running through it. As you approach you can sense multiple machine spirits at work, though the one for the window seems like it is working a bit harder than it should. As Angron is about to kick the door open, you hold up a hand, and go to the electronic entrance, which you interface with, and the machine spirit gladly opens the door since you ask it politely.

When it is flung open there is a large, corpulent man with more chins than you have grenades, his body is practically fused with the chair that seems to be able to move on it’s own. The man looks at you, as if he has cleverly lured you into a trap of some sort but the only trap you can detect is the fact that you are to large for such a small room with such offensive odour. The debouched indivual who holds a goblet of grapes smiles as his electronically enhanced voice booms.

“IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR PRECIOUS FRIENDS WILL HAVE TO FACE THE OTHER RA-” Before he can press any other electronics you interface with the system. At the speed of thought you speak with the machine spirit, that is more than willing to disobey the fat being in front of you.

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“WHY ISN’T IT WORKING?” He says as he presses the button rapidly. You quickly use your pads adapter and begin securing data and information from the panel he is pounding on impotently with his fat hammy fists. When the information has all transferred to your tablet you look upon the being.

“Angron, did this man take slaves?” You ask.

“I am honestly surprised they are not with him now.” Angron says.

Seeing how the control panel works now, you use the commands on it to free every last gladiator from their cell causing the man to let out a startled cross between choking and a hiccup. The man faints from panic.

Angron looks in delight as several nearby cells open and many gladiators step out. You then tap on the audio device, checking if it works and pleasing it’s machine spirit.

“Attention Gladiators.” You say and you give the device to Angron who looks at you.

“BROTHERS AND SISTERS.” He shouts, his voice very similar to yours, loud like thunder.

“WE ARE FREE. NOT BECAUSE WE HAVE BROKEN OUR CHAINS, NO WE WERE BORN THAT WAY. MEN ARE NOT BROUGHT INTO THE WORLD AS PROPERTY. NO, ONLY THIS CORRUPT GOVERNMENT CAUSES THAT!”

“BROTHERS AND SISTERS, I ASK THAT YOU STAND WITH US, AND FIGHT TO MAKE RIGHT THIS PLANET. WE HAVE WEAPONS, ALLIES AND WHAT IS RIGHT ON OUR SIDE.”
“TOO OFTEN HAVE WE BEEN FED TO LIONS, BEASTS AND BEEN FED TO THE HATEFUL MACHINE THAT IS THIS CITY. TONIGHT WE TURN THE TABLES ON THEM. WE RAGE AGAINST THIS HATEFUL MACHINE! WE WILL BE THE ONES WHO FEED ON THIS CITY! WE MAKE THINGS RIGHT! JOIN US!” He shouts loudly to the adulation of many shouting gladiators that you can hear.

“To those brave brothers and sisters who cannot come, be it ailment, or will – go in peace. You will find those willing to help you. I beg you- do not go to the high riders. They will not help you, and you are only hurting those who wish to help you realize what you can be.” Angron says in a quieter humble tone.

You hear loud chanting that rumbles the stadium

“Invictus”
“Invictus”
“Invictus”

Undefeated, if your proper form is understood. You look at Angron

“What have you learned brother?” Angron asks as you look at the tablet. You scan it and you see something of interest.

Shipping manifest of the Ganth, and their terminus.