>>37697566

One of two possible things must have caused the rupture in the deck below you. Either you poured just a little too much power into blowing the Dea’cin’s mind or one of your acolyte’s explosives went off. Regardless of which it was the damage has been done. As you plummet through a thick column of ash, smoke, and fire a series of chain explosions rocks the boat around you. Had the fuel gone all up at once it’s likely you’d be fishing pieces of your acolytes out of the ocean. Right now you’re at least optimistic a couple of them got out at least.

By the time you alight on a metal plate far below the main deck your personal illusion has all but shattered. Your wings are completely exposed, and your skin is beginning to take on its natural blue hue once more. You have to get out of here quickly before anyone sees you.

“Mistress?” Oh good, Alia lived. She coughs several times over the microbead before croaking out, “Are you alright? I do not know if you can hear me but there are several Orks between you and I. May the Emperor guide my blade and bring me safely to you.”

> [1] Say nothing and see if you can sort out your illusion’s problems before she gets here (WP)
> [2] Tell her to evacuate and that you’ve made it out alright
> [3] Order her to remain put. You’ll go to her.
> [4] Write in

>>37845607
> [1] Say nothing and see if you can sort out your illusion’s problems before she gets here (WP)

>>37845607
>[1] Say nothing and see if you can sort out your illusion’s problems before she gets here (WP)

>>37845607
> [2] Tell her to evacuate and that you’ve made it out alright

>>37845607
>[3]

>>37845607
>[2] Tell her to evacuate and that you’ve made it out alright
> [4] Write in
Put the illusion up anyway.

>>37845607
>> [1] Say nothing and see if you can sort out your illusion’s problems before she gets here (WP)

[1] it is.

1d100 vs 69

Failing would be... interesting. As would rolling a 1.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>37845886

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>37845886

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>37845886

>>37845902
>>37845925
>>37845934

Yay you pass. Writing...

>>37845607
> [3] Order her to remain put, you'll go to her.
For now, let's just tuck our wings, and look blue in the face when we come up for air.

Actually, according to JoJo, birds make for excellent swimmers underwater. Let's try using the force to see where our surviving acolytes are, repentias being low priority.

>>37845886
Hey, can we turn into a squid? We could disguise ourselves as a squid, then grab up all the acolytes, crush the orks, then fling the acolytes away, transforming and flying up to/falling with them back near the boat.
Can we abuse this transformation to create our own source of quills and ink?

>>37846051

You're a Lady of Change. You could turn into a mirror image of Cinder or a bit of shrubbery if you really wanted to.

But a magical flying rescue squid is probably a dead giveaway. They're Sisters, not Guardsmen. They'd figure it out.

>>37846105
Um, we'll distract them by slapping them all hard in their faces with our many manos.

>>37845607

You may be trying to corrupt Alia but it’s far too soon for her to see your true daemonic form. Plus you don’t know if any of the other Sisters might be trying to reach you. It’s best to play it safe and focus on fixing your illusion.

It takes you a few tries to get the image under control and just the way you like it. Now you’re sporting appropriately torn clothing, fake bruises and burns, and a broken-yet-not arm. Combined it should be enough to sell the fact you survived the fall and that you’re indeed human. However, it does mean you won’t be able to swim as fast as you did lest your acolytes grow suspicious.

A loud crash off to your right signals someone or something knocking a bit of debris aside. You casually swirl your hand and clear out some of the smoke, all while faking a cough of your own.

“A-Alia?” you fake-groan. “Is that you?”

“Confounded leg! Yes it’s me. Are you alright? You’re stuck behind a twisted bit of metal that I cannot lift. If only I had been more careful…”

Hrm. So she’s hurt then. Honestly you’re surprised she only managed to get a wounded leg against multiple Orks on her own. That’s Sororitas discipline and training for you.

> [1] Tell her to wait there. You’ll try to worm your way out.
> [2] “Never mind me, what about the others?”
> [3] Have her stand back and then clear a path to her with your mind (WP)
> [4] Write in

>>37846334

> [1] Tell her to wait there. You’ll try to worm your way out.
> [2] “Never mind me, what about the others?”

>>37846334
>[2] “Never mind me, what about the others?”

>>37846334
> [2] “Never mind me, what about the others?”

>>37846334
>[2] “Never mind me, what about the others?”

>Mention you've survived far worse injuries and situations than this.

>>37846334
> [4] Detach a foot and change it into a ship-wrecking Kraken
Ir should serve as a plausible explanation as to why the ship blew up.

>>37846334
> [2] “Never mind me, what about the others?”
> [1] Tell her to wait there. You’ll try to worm your way out.

>>37846051
I'm hoping that our Oashadus born SoB, Sanja gets squid or octopus tentacles as one of her Chaos mutations to reflect her marine heritage.

[2] it is.

Writing...

>>37846543
Mmm, I'm already envisioning her as a Flamer daemon. She can do it if she works hard enough at proving her worth.

>>37846513
Soooo...
Do Lords of Change get to fling JENOVA parts/Sinspawn from their body and have it fight their opponents?

>>37846793
Nah, I think only Khorne and Hive Queens get to do that.

>>37846334

After another fake cough you reply, “Never mind me. What about the others?”

Alia doesn’t answer right away. Not verbally at least. Your daemonic hearing picks up a chainsword being revved over the din around around you. Seconds later the screech of metal on metal as the Repentia tears her way toward you adds to the cacophony. It’s several minutes before you here another loud clang and Alia finally steps into view. You’re no expert but you’re pretty sure her left femur shouldn’t be bent that way.

She walks over to you, barely wincing as she does and as she bends down to help you up. “I am not sure, Mistress. I have tried to raise them, our boat, Deph, and even our vessel in the heavens. Nothing has worked.”

You let her help you up as you contemplate that little bit of information. As far as you know the microbeads should be working. You heard Alia earlier, after all. Something must be blocking longer-range communication.

The Oil Tanker violently shudders around you, breaking you from your momentary reverie. Turning to Alia, you rasp, “That’s not a good sign. But we can’t afford to speculate here and risk this rust bucket coming down on top of us. I’ll try sending out a retreat order and hope anyone who survived hears it.”

As you key your microbead and bark a set of orders you notice that the line fills with static the moment you stop speaking. “Nothing,” you mutter. “If they heard it they’re not acknowledging it.”

“May their souls be protected by the Emperor,” returns Alia as she signs the Aquila in the hazy air before her.

“A little fatalist, don’t you think?”

“I prefer to be a realist, Mistress.”

“Fair enough…”

> [1] Try to escape via conventional means (WS, Ag)
> [2] Blow a hole in the hull for the two of you to escape out through (WP)
> [3] Portal your way onto your own boat (WP)
> [4] Write in

>>37846972
> [1] Try to escape via conventional means (WS, Ag)

>>37846972
>> [2] Blow a hole in the hull for the two of you to escape out through (WP)

>>37846972
>> [1] Try to escape via conventional means (WS, Ag)

>>37846972
>[1] Try to escape via conventional means (WS, Ag)

>>37846972
> [2] Blow a hole in the hull for the two of you to escape out through (WP)

Either this works and makes her trust us more or it results in a hilarious set of perils of the warp.

>>37846972
> [2] Blow a hole in the hull for the two of you to escape out through (WP)
[psyker]"Lucky for us, I possess the ability to make my will a reality."[/psyker]

>>37846972
Hey, can we pre-call a reroll so long as we don't roll a 100? We can look into the future and plan for that, right?

>>37846972
> [1] Try to escape via conventional means (WS, Ag)

>>37846972
> [2] Blow a hole in the hull for the two of you to escape out through (WP)

>>37847125
That takes the fun out of rolling!

Also if we roll dubs we'd never bother to use psyker powers

>>37847125

Nope.

While Ignitrix does possess the ability to stare at the threads of fate I purposefully gimp that whenever you all play as her. Otherwise it'd always go her way without any chance of failure. It's not entirely gone, hence my explanation in the OP about kekikau doris.

>>37847158
Cinder gets rerolls without visions of the future though. That doesn't make sense in the setting of Warhammer 40000.

>>37847184

Zealous Hatred/Fate Points/w/e you want to call it is a thing in the tabletop RPGs.

Canon-wise it's as if the failure never happened.

>>37847184
she gets a limited amount and there is a penalty for them, besides, with WP rolls the bigger issue is not failure but is Perils of the warp, which are unavoidable from rerolling as any dubs will cause it even if discarded.

>>37847170
Okay,
> [4] Tear our eyes out, they aren't doing us any favors.

>>37847184

Cinders Rerolls are the result of Iggy's fate fiddling... Iggy fate fiddled herself into becoming a Lady of Change...

>>37847256
Or did she?

>>37846972

Psykers are what make 40k RPGs fun. Otherwise it's just plain old boring "HURR MY STRENGTH AND FAITH ALONE SHALL SAVE US."

So >[2]. And may we avoid doubles.

>>37847270
she fate fiddled it with significant fate fiddlry from Tzeetch which we are aware of because he told us so. He also told us not to fuck with him with the fate fiddlry powers or else he would destroy us.

>>37847170
Huh, so we can't do the one thing Lords of Change can all do most of the time? Can we at least get the ability to use it in a BURST of futurey goodness?

By a single vote [2] wins.

1d100 vs 69

Doubles are bad.
100 is double bad.
1 is interesting.

>>37847317
It's always an option, yes. I don't include it except rarely though because I know it'd be abused as shit.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>37847334

Hey, speaking of plans, what should we do in the event of a worst case scenario?

I vote that we put a bunch of faithful human's souls into a flamer, and then when Cinder enters our room to take our skull, we fire it upon her awestruck face with us a safe distance away thanks to portals.

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>37847334

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>37847334

come on perils...

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>37847334
Check em

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>37847334

>>37847352

But why would Cinder come and take our skull?

Even if Ignitrix has been behind EVERYTHING EVER I'm sure there's a good reason for it. We just haven't been told what it is yet.

>>37847341
>>37847362
>>37847367

Cool you pass. And no random Bloodletters to boot!

Writing...

>>37847384
We can't have another blood god sitting on its skull throne and maintaining the status quo. She's our dearest friend, but she's got to go sometime.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b07sactDEKU

>>37847423
That gag's getting old. Bring out some horrors next time, please!

>>37847444
Or Nurglings. Hell, anything besides No-Horn. He's like a pinata of blood at this point. No-Challenge.

>>37847477
By the dark gods, how fucking metal would it be if we summoned a screamer and surfed it away from the exploding ship with hot bondage babe in tow?

>>37847428
I don't think you quite understand the dynamic. Bird Brain here is going to replace Tzeentch. Cinder might replace Khorne. Or so we think.

>>37847444
There are other minions of Khorne you know.

>>37847503
Yeah, that's what we told her. However, we shall reign supreme in the end, and welcome the universe into a new era. Cinder can either fly with us, or have her skull sent into another time period.

>>37847537
Like some sort of reverse Aku maneuver where she ends up in Warhammer Fantasy.

>>37847537

and that was the story of why Khorne hates Tzeentch...

>>37847588

But it doesn't explain why >she gives >her headpats every time they go play cards.

>>37847630
Merely appraising what Tzeentch has put forth as a wager.

>>37846972

You motion down at Alia’s mangled leg and at your own “broken” arm. “I don’t think we’ll be able to get out of here without a little help. You might want to stand back.”

The Repentia stares at you confused for a moment. Then her eyes widen as she signs the Aquila once more and takes a few steps back. She grumbles something about the Emperor once more but you’re not really paying attention to her. Instead you’re focusing on channeling raw Warpfire from the Immaterium into the bulkhead before you.

By placing your hand against the wall you unleash the harnessed power into it. Immediately a directed blast of cerulean and crimson fire tears through the metal as if it were nothing. Anything that is in the lance’s path is immediately vaporized as you begin to walk forward. In this fashion you create a tunnel to safety out of the Tanker’s hull. It’s only once that you reach fresh air outside that you let your concentration drop and your spell dissipate.

“That… That was…” mutters Alia behind you. You turn to see her shaking, and for good reason. Now that you take a step back and look at the near-perfect cylinder you made it’s rather impressive. Not by daemon standards, you admit, but definitely by mortal ones.

“Let’s get going,” you say as you thumb over your shoulder. “You can give me grief about risking our immortal souls later.”

(cont)

>>37847824

Alia merely nods and follows as you dive into the blue water below. Between her leg and your “arm” it’s difficult for the pair of you to swim away from the sinking scrap heap. Even once you get clear both of you rely on flotsam to stay afloat. Which there’s quite a lot of. Dead Orks, random bits of metal and wood, and half-destroyed watercraft fill the waters around the Tanker. Among the chaos several deffski’s are working to salvage Ork and materials alike. There’s no immediate sign of any of your acolytes, but your daemonic sight confirms that your own boat is where you left it.

> [1] Swim for it and hope the Orks ignore you (Ag)
> [2] Try your microbead again so your acolytes can pick you up (Int)
> [3] Think with portals (WP)
> [4] Write in

>>37847841
> [2] Try your microbead again so your acolytes can pick you up (Int)

>>37847841
> [4] Reach out with the damn force to locate the damn acolytes damnit.

>>37847841
>> [2] Try your microbead again so your acolytes can pick you up (Int)

>>37847841
>> [2] Try your microbead again so your acolytes can pick you up (Int)

>>37847841
>> [2] Try your microbead again so your acolytes can pick you up (Int)

>>37847890
I think the reason we're not abusing psychic stuff is because we're around a Repentia. If we fuck it up or rely on it too much we might give ourselves away. Remember members of the Imperium, even psychically inclined Inquisitors and Marines, don't just use the Warp because they can. Sure we can easily figure out that X acolyte is at Y but that's not what this decision is for.

Either way there's entirely too much silliness from anons tonight. I don't know if it's trolling or just people ignorant of the setting in general. Sure we break canon here and there but generally we've played a pretty straight game.

>>37847988
Repentias are dumb, though.

>>37848002
Never underestimate anyone, and besides, have they looked dumb yet? not once

>>37848033
But it they were smart, why would they be Repentias?

[2] it is.

1d100 vs 68

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>37848059

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>37848059

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>37848059

>>37848066
>>37848069
>>37848080

Cool you pass. Writing...

>>37848044
religious indoctrination, being blamed for something that went wrong, feeling like something that went wrong was their fault, a small mistake they couldn't control. Stuff like that

>>37847988
>Either way there's entirely too much silliness from anons tonight. I don't know if it's trolling or just people ignorant of the setting in general. Sure we break canon here and there but generally we've played a pretty straight game.
Do you think he'll let us use one of our feathers as a needle and Alia's red thread of fate to stitch up her wounds?

>>37847841

After trying to raise your acolytes and failing once more you remove the microbead from your ear and glare at it. As you do you realize that transmitter has been burnt out by a surge of psychic energy. It doesn’t take you long to figure out that it’s probably due to the WAAAGHH! field and whatever WeirdBoyz are nearby. It’s rather smart, especially for Orks, but annoying nonetheless.

“Give me your microbead,” you say to Alia. “Damn Xenos didn’t think to burn out the bead entirely, just thought to prevent us calling for help.”

She does as instructed between bobs in the water. Looking at hers you see it has the opposite problem: transmitter intact but no receiver. So maybe the Orks weren’t as smart as you thought. Using a little tech heresy (thankfully it seems Alia is ignorant of such) you manage to cobble together a working bead and raise your acolytes finally.

“This is your favorite Interrogator speaking. Now that I have a working bead… mind coming to pick Alia and I up?”

Ellyn is the first to reply. “Finally! We heard Alia yelling something earlier but aside from that nothing but garbled nonsense. Are you alright?”

“Fine. Well, relatively. Come around and pick us up. We’ll try and get some distance away from the wreckage but be ready to gun it once we’re aboard.”

“Right away, Miss.”

With that you motion for Alia to begin paddling again. She does so without complaint, though you do notice she’s growing more pale by the moment. By the time your acolytes arrive and pull the pair of you out of the water she’s barely conscious. You let your cell handle the ensuing exchange of gunfire with the Orks and escape while you work on Alia below deck.

> Roll Int (1d100 vs 68)

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>37848455

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>37848455
It could still explode on us.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>37848455

>>37848475
>>37848487
>>37848488

You may not be a Doctor but you can generally figure out what's wrong with the Repentia. Truthfully the roll should have been against 34 but you'dve passed even then. Iggy is not trained in Medicae.

Writing...

>>37848516
Okay, she needs blood, and should still be very wet. We just need to manipulate the thickness of the water, and move it into her cardiovascular system.

>>37848585
Wait, nevermind. We still have no idea just how pure the water next to wrecked oil tanker full of Orkz is. We need to shrink down and see if any xenos have infiltrated her blood vessels to take over the Repentia's body.

>>37848455

You’re not a doctor by any means but it’s not too hard for you to figure out what’s wrong with the Repentia. A broken femur is one of the strongest bones in the human body. For it to snap and twist means a considerable force was applied. Not to mention it’s one of the worst pains imaginable. Or so you remember from your readings from your past life. Between that, shock, and blood loss you’re amazed that Alia managed to stay conscious as long as she did. She’s a strong mortal.

Though that could change unless you do something. The boat came equipped with several Medicae kits but they don’t have enough to do more than stabilize Alia at best. Long term she’ll need emergency care and a long period of recovery. Assuming she doesn’t just have the leg replace with a cybernetic one, of course.

Although…

You glance at the ladder behind you that leads up above and bite your lip. You could always use a little energy from the Warp to mend her. But that carries the very real risk of your cell figuring out what you are if you’re not careful about it. This is what you get for “picking” acolytes without any medical training, you suppose. Fucking Orks ruining your plans. You’re going to hurl several of their worlds into black holes when this is all over.

> [1] Stick with the Medicae Kits (Int / 2)
> [2] Half-mend Alia (WP-15)
> [3] Fully mend Alia (WP-30)

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>>37848585
>>37848671
>mfw

>>37848705
> [1] Stick with the Medicae Kits (Int / 2)

>>37848705
> [2] Half-mend Alia (WP-15)
> Give her a vision of an angel granting her sanctuary.

>>37848705
>> [1] Stick with the Medicae Kits (Int / 2)

>>37848705
> [2] Half-mend Alia (WP-15)

>>37848585
>>37848671

What the fuck are you smoking.

>>37848705
Supporting >>37848738
This will either work great, or turn her into a shambling abomination because warp perils

>>37848705
> [1] Stick with the Medicae Kits (Int / 2)
We can get her to agree to her leg being mended by less conventional means as she sleeps...
That way, it can be seen as a 'blessing'...

>>37848705
>>37848738
this

this anon needs to head to work now, thanks for the thread ELH

>>37848895
Wait, didn't she fall unconscious?

>>37848906
Thanks for stopping by.

>>37848916
She did.

>>37848705
>> [1] Stick with the Medicae Kits (Int / 2)
We'll give her a miracle while she sleeps.

>>37848879
>"I used to be a repentia like you, but then I OJOBHSOOFJDOJFJLDLFJLDJFASF"

Status report! How many acolytes are MIA?

>>37848936
She's already asleep.

>>37848705
> [1] Stick with the Medicae Kits (Int / 2)

>>37848705

Gunna break the tie and go with [2] here like >>37848738 suggested. We run a risk of fucking up either way but this gives us both a chance of fixing her and furthering her corruption.

>>37849020
>>37849022

God damn it.

>>37848980
The nameless Repentia never made it back unless she's hiding in a cupboard.

>>37849052
She shall be known as Harriet, the one who died.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>37849052
Tie breaker!

>>37849022
Vocalizing a seconding, for option number two.

>>37848705
>[2]
Let's liberate her heart and mind.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>37849079
>>37849083

...

I'm rolling.

>>37849083
>>37849079
Lmfao.

>>37849052
>>37849079
>>37849083
roll for it Elh

>>37849079
>>37849083
Tzeentch dammit /tg/!

>>37849103
>>37849093 broke the tie before you rolled.

>>37849093
>>37849103

For the love of fucking god.

You know what? Based on everything presented and Iggy herself I'm going with [2].

1d100 vs 54

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>37849160

How about we do both bandages and mending?
The mending won't be as obvious that way.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>37849160

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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>37849160

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>37849160
I hope she doesn't have a bomb inside of her.

>>37849177
Oh my god this is almost poetic!

>>37849124
Or is it another tie?

>>37849160
Roll->>37849184
NOT ROLLIN'!

>>37849169
This anon has a good idea.

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Rolled 70, 100 = 170 (2d100)

So you pass but...

>>37849177
Pic related.

Which means now I have to roll on the chart. The second d100 doesn't come into play unless the first is above 75.

>>37849166
>>37849177
>>37849184
Looks like plans included field medic training

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>>37849177
Fuck

>>37849177
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1b3kCOoUtQ

>>37849219
>70, 100
Thank god 70<75

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>>37849219

>>37849258
You forget that ELH is running a 40k setting based on Khorne girls. no mercy for our bird butt

>>37849258
I assume 100, 100 would be mass daemon incursion

>>37849188
Anon, there's a second one

>>37849258
So what does this mean?

>>37849219
>100
Quick, we gotta slip Alia into one of the safe warp containers!

>>37849318
Either very good or very bad.

>>37849297
Well it is one way to corrupt a planet, just not a very subtle one.

>>37849219

...

I need to take a moment for uninitiated and explain what ALMOST just happened.

100 on the Perils chart is:

> Annihilation: The psyker is immediately and irrevocably destroyed, burned to nothing by the screaming fires of the Immaterium or dragged into the deepest maelstrom of the warp.

In this case? Alia would have gone boop! and been erased from existence. Had you failed a WP-40 roll you'dve gone into the Warp with her. Tzeentch would have pulled you aside for a talk about how disappointed he is with you.

Instead you just burn out every bit of technology on the boat and jam every weapon your acolytes have.

>>37849329
Were a daemon so perils aren't as big a deal for us, but I assume the worst perils can potentially kill us.

>>37849341
I was kind've hoping for a san loss role or a mutation roll, I'll settle with this though.

And that's why I voted for medkit.

>>37849341
>Instead you just burn out every bit of technology on the boat and jam every weapon your acolytes have.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Doyh7gGeoo

>>37849341
Right. It was clearly another attack by the weirdboys who jammed our communications. They must be preparing for an all out offensive. This is clearly a sign that we need to be an inquisitor and not just an interrogator now and assume direct control.

>>37849367 beat me to it (though the BC tables are slightly different)

Anyways, off I go to write. You're gunna have very confused/angry/etc acolytes to deal with.

>>37849341
>Instead you just burn out every bit of technology on the boat and jam every weapon your acolytes have.
Don't worry, that's why we got a ship with sails.
>Call forth the wind with our psyker and witches and sail towards harbor! It'll be some good exercise.

>>37849375
I'll be honest, this is why I voted for psyker power.

>>37849398
>"... I don't do machines very well. Sort of been a problem of mine ever since I was little."
>Reminisce on how our curse saved our life from that prison.

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>>37849341
....
...
...
I'm gonna go get some new pants. Brb.

Also, this: >>37849375

>>37849420
Ha ha, fair enough. Half the fun is in things going wrong, I suppose.

>>37849472
Not enough questgoers understand this. Hasn't been a big problem in this quest that I've noticed.

Well that couldve been worse right?

>>37849604
flip the dice and it was a PK.

>>37849604
Well yeah.

>>37849612
And we would've been so grounded. Might've been bounced down to a fledgling phoenix.

>>37849641
Iggy imouto when?

>>37848705

You’ve only tried healing someone via the Warp once before. It didn’t turn out so well then, namely because you sent everyone in the immediate area soaring into the air. But you weren’t a greater daemon then. You have far greater control over the energies of the Immaterium and of yourself. Besides, if Acerea can do it, so can you.

To that end you carefully channel and focus just enough power into Alia to set her femur and give her a dream of an angel-like saint granting her sanctuary. In fact, when you pull back, you’re ready to pat yourself on the back for a job well done. No random mutations, no acolytes suddenly screaming about daemons, all is well.

Wait. Why isn’t the engine going anymore? And didn’t there used to be a source of light other than the midday sun outside?

“Fuck,” you curse. Right on cue Corus pokes his head into the room.

“Uh… Ma’am… was that you or the Orks?” he asks. “Was she really that bad off?”

“Yes, yes she was. But now she’s stable.” You avoid the first question for now. Maybe he won’t notice.

“Good… good… but the disturbance in the flow of the world, Ma’am?” Fuck he noticed. Plus now you’re starting to hear Sanja yelling at every Denounced Sister up above.

“THIS IS WHY WE SHOULD PURGE MUTANTS LIKE YOU,” she screams. “NOW WE’RE SITTING DUCKS.”

You should maybe go up and say something.

> [1] Assure everyone that it was indeed Orks (Fel)
> [2] Admit that it was you
> [3] Continue to ignore the problem and begin shouting orders to raise the mainsail and prepare for borders!
> [4] Curl up into a ball and cry
> [5] Write in

>>37849683
Well, if we can open up a time portal, any time, I think?

>>37849691
>> [1] Assure everyone that it was indeed Orks (Fel)
> [3] Continue to ignore the problem and begin shouting orders to raise the mainsail and prepare for borders!

>>37849696

And risk a 0.15% chance of going pop?

I like those odds.

>>37849691
>[1] Assure everyone that it was indeed Orks (Fel)

When in doubt... orks did it.

>>37849691
>[3] Continue to ignore the problem and begin shouting orders to raise the mainsail and prepare for borders!

>>37849691
> [1] Assure everyone that it was indeed Orks (Fel)
> Cry on the inside

>>37849691
> [1] Assure everyone that it was indeed Orks (Fel)
The Orks did it!

>>37849691
> [2] Admit that it was you, you'll confess your slip-up and face punishment from Inquisitor Sofh herself when the mission's over. Set sail away from the... towards the... fuck, what were we doing again?

>>37849691
>> [3] Continue to ignore the problem and begin shouting orders to raise the mainsail and prepare for borders!

>>37849691
> [1] Assure everyone that it was indeed Orks (Fel)

>>37849726
HOW BADLY DO YOU WANT IGGY IMOUTO ANON? YOUR RESOLVE IS WEAK!

>>37849691
> [1] Assure everyone that it was indeed Orks (Fel)

Damn dirty orks!

>>37849691
>[1] I'm not gonna say it was orks... but it was orks. (fel)

>>37849691
It doesn't matter who it was. Tell Sanya to stop behaving like a brat, stop pissing herself as if she were mere PDF and get up on her feet to cut up some orkz. I guess that's [3]

were going to get blammed aren't we?

Wait, if we say the Orks can disable our machines, would they be able to actually do it?

>>37849691
> [1] Assure everyone that it was indeed Orks (Fel)
The Xenos must be attempting to salvage their wreck... Damnable Orks. Had we our Basilisks ready...

>>37849785
Don't worry, we have lookalikes onboard the SoR.

>>37849786
only if they overhear it being said.

>>37849786
If they heard us? Probably. It's all about how hard they believe.

>>37849759
Sytili-imouto is cuter.
Begun, the daugtheru wars have

>>37849691
ELH, ELH, ELH, guess what?

Power armor is useless now.

Sanja's going to have to

Take it off

>>37849771
So we're alpha bitching her out? My my, think cinder is rubbing off on us?

>>37849691
Ask Sanja if she thinks that the emperor should have purged Malcador the Sigillite for being a murtant as well. Because we're pretty sure that's heresy.

>>37849824
Pretty sure killing all mutants is heresy to 99% of the imperium, especially seeing you can't FTL travel without dying horribly unless you have at least two mutants onboard.

>>37849786
EMPs aren't that hard to make.

>>37849819
We're not going to gain their respect by making excuses, and they need to respect us to listen to our whispers. Plus, their power armour and most of their weapons are useless. They -can't- blam us.

>>37849816

While you have a good point, is she even able to? I thought you needed help getting in and out of it.

>>37849816
she COULD just be strong enough to move the power armour through sheer force of will?

>Remind Sanja of the tale of the psyker who cried Wolf
>"Oh, it wasn't the Space Wolf that was going to eat me, it was the Lunar Wolf. But now that I've pissed off the Space Wolf, it's eating me."

>>37849691
The Emperor himself is Psychic, so you're basically saying you're a heretic right? Girls take her into the cell please.

>>37849819

No she isn't! And we're not tsun!

>>37849879

DON'T GIVE HIM IDEAS

Totally Orks, right?

1d100 vs 50

Don't worry too much. Unless you roll a 100 you can recover from failure.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>37849916
nat 100

Sanja's bitchy reaction is a lot easier to relate to once you take into account that her power armor blew a fuse.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>37849916

rolling fun times

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>37849916

>>37849916
>>37849928
Iggy confirmed for silver tongued.

>>37849921
>>37849924
>>37849928
Make sure to whisper, please!

>>37849921
>>37849924
>>37849928

Definitely Orks.

Writing...

>>37849916
>>37849928
Iggy's DOUBLE TZEENTCH!

>>37849946


JUST AS PLANNED!

>>37849872
Well, we could tell Corus to help her out, or we could lend her a hand ourselves.

>>37849946
Don't forget that we're implying that not obeying this psyker unquestioningly is heresy.

>>37850016
Why not just order one of the sisters to do it? We'd look like a fool if we attempted to remove it from her.

What do y'all think Iggy's voice sounds like?

>>37849691

Shaking your head, you push past Corus and head up topside. There you find the rest of your acolytes crowded around Sanja, who’s stuck in broken power armor leaning against the ship’s wheel. She glares past her fellows at you and shouts, “I SWEAR IF IT WASN’T ORKS THAT DID THIS I’LL…”

“Calm your tits,” you say calmly. “The Orks already used an EMP once today to break our microbeads. It doesn’t surprise me that they managed it again, albeit on a larger scale.” So measured is your reaction that the rest of your cell takes your cool demeanor in stride.

“So you’ve experienced this sort of thing before, Ma’am?” asks Ellyn.

You nod. “Back in ‘83. Orks had the Inquisitor and I pinned in a box canyon. They did something similar to just now and broke all our equipment. What they didn’t expect, though, was that we had two Force Swords a piece. But I digress…”

By now everyone but Sanja’s bought your lie for that of sage wisdom. As for the trapped Sister, she’s still not thrilled about being stuck in her armor.

“Well that’s great and all but I’m immobile here. So can SOMEONE help me get out of my armor?!” She throws several looks around at her Sisters before Ellyn sighs and steps forward. While she works on getting Sanja out you motion at the water over the stern.

“We have two options now. One: we sit here and try to fix things. The Orks probably catch up to us and then bad things happen. Two: We hope Wor- Worian managed to install sails like the Inquisitor instructed and sail our way out. Less chance or Orks but still very likely.” You look around at you acolytes for effect more than anything else. “Which do you think I’m going to pick?”

(cont)

>>37850249

To your amusement, you don’t even have to say a word more before two of the Denounced Sisters and Corus begin shouting orders and pulling lines. Apparently they actually did some research and/or had prior experience with sailing because the ship’s moving within ten minutes. By then Sanja’s out of her armor and pouting in a relatively plain tunic that could double as a bathing suit as she resumes her duty steering.

> [1] Deal with her later
> [2] Deal with her now

>>37850260
>> [2] Deal with her now

>>37850260
>deal with her now

Wild cards are bad for plotting.

>>37850260
> [2] Deal with her now

>>37850260
[2] Before it festers.

>>37850260
> [2] Deal with her now

>>37850260
>> [2] Deal with her now

>>37850260
>> [2] Deal with her now

So next question then, how do you want to go about it?

> [1] Pull rank
> [2] Remind her of the Emprah, Navigators, and all the good things Psykers do before she goes off ranting about them again.
> [3] Stare at her really hard for a solid minute without blinking. Then straighten up, smile, and tell her that you're glad you had this talk.

>>37850384
>> [3] Stare at her really hard for a solid minute without blinking. Then straighten up, smile, and tell her that you're glad you had this talk.

>>37850384
>> [3] Stare at her really hard for a solid minute without blinking. Then straighten up, smile, and tell her that you're glad you had this talk.

>>37850384
>Turn into a blue parrot, land on her shoulder, and mimic her "huff"s and "hmph"s and "get off of me, you blasted bird"s.

> [3] Stare at her really hard for a solid minute without blinking. Then straighten up, smile, and tell her that you're glad you had this talk.

>>37850384
> [3] Stare at her really hard for a solid minute without blinking. Then straighten up, smile, and tell her that you're glad you had this talk.

>>37850384
>> [2] Remind her of the Emprah, Navigators, and all the good things Psykers do before she goes off ranting about them again.

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>>37850384

>>37850384
>Try to keep an open mind. You're not in a convent anymore.

>>37850384
> [2] Remind her of the Emprah, Navigators, and all the good things Psykers do before she goes off ranting about them again.

>>37850384
>[3] Stare at her really hard for a solid minute without blinking. Then straighten up, smile, and tell her that you're glad you had this talk.

>>37850384
>> [3] Stare at her really hard for a solid minute without blinking. Then straighten up, smile, and tell her that you're glad you had this talk.

unless she takes notice. then 2

>>37850384
>[2] Remind her of the Emprah, Navigators, and all the good things Psykers do before she goes off ranting about them again.

But wait...
If we stare at her...
And she stares back...
WHO'S DRIVING!?

>>37850384
> [2] Remind her of the Emprah, Navigators, and all the good things Psykers do before she goes off ranting about them again.

I'm sensing some hostility towards those... 'Gifted'. Do you not trust such Individuals? Do you not trust myself? Do you not trust the Navigators who allow us to travel throughout the Imperium? Do you doubt the Inquisition, of whom the more influential and powerful members do infact have Psyonic abilities? Perhaps you are distrustful of the Emprah himself??? Or perhaps I am misjudging the situation and you were merely venting your frustration at being held captive by your own armour... Hmmm?
followed by;
>[3] Stare at her really hard for a solid minute without blinking.
until she replies. then go from there...

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I think [3] wins by a vote.

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>>37850564

>>37850564

So... You, You got a problem? Got a problem with Psykers, Hmmm?

You wanna... wanna talk about it? Hmmm?

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>>37850226
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BpT4IggI3s
?

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>>37850260

In your experience Mortals are best put in line by mind games. Shows of strength only go so far and need regular repeatings. But a proper mind game? Once is all it takes. It’s something you’ll have to try and explain to Cinder again whenever you meet back up.

Walking past the acolytes as they go about their various tasks you go straight up to the wheel. You stand on the side opposite of Sanja and stare directly into her eyes. You don’t blink, you don’t move, you don’t even speak. You become a constant in the universe. A constant that is pouring every ounce of hatred ever given to you and every other psyker into a single stare.

At first Sanja just ignores you. She looks past you and continues as if nothing is wrong. But after thirty seconds she starts to crack. Suddenly she’s looking everywhere but in your general direction. Forty-five seconds in and she’s actually sweating.

“What?! Is this about the Psyker comment?!” she demands. You don’t answer. By now she’s visibly shaking. Yet it’s not until a minute and nine seconds that she finally breaks down. “ALRIGHT I GET IT! JUST STOP STARING AT ME!”

Instantly you brighten up as if nothing is wrong, smile on your face. “I’m glad we had this talk, Sanja. Now do try not to steer us into a reef, hm?”

She vigorously nods as you turn back around. For now, that problem is handled.

The next hour passes uneventfully. Your vessel’s speed is nowhere close to that under actual power but you’re making good time. If the wind picks up and the Orks leave you alone you might actually make Deph by midday tomorrow.

That’s when a metal amalgamation surfaces off your port bow. The term “submarine” barely describes the cylindrical metal heap but there’s no other fitting word. Out of the “Red Orktobrah” spills half a dozen Kommandos wielding long blades and shootas.

> [1] HARD TO STARBOARD YE LANDLUBBERS!
> [2] HARD TO PORT!
> [3] REPEL BOARDERS! (WS)
> [4] Fuck this noise. Blow them out of the water (WP)
> [5] Write in

>>37850789
>[1] HARD TO STARBOARD YE LANDLUBBERS!
> [3] REPEL BOARDERS! (WS)

>>37850789
> [2] HARD TO PORT!
The Acolytes should have had time to unjam their weapons by now...
Do we have any Primitive ranged type weapons? They should still work fine....

>>37850789
> [2] HARD TO PORT!
> [3] REPEL BOARDERS! (WS)

>>37850789
As fun as warp shenanigans has been...
>[3] REPEL BOARDERS(ws)

>>37850789
> [4] Fuck this noise. Blow them out of the water (WP)

>>37850853

That depends on whether or not you define your stare as a weapon.

>>37850789
> [5] Write in

Take the Cinder Option. RAMMING SPEED! COMMENCE COUNTER-BOARDING ACTIONS!!!

>>37850789
>> [2] HARD TO PORT!
>> [3] REPEL BOARDERS! (WS)
YAHARR

>>37850789
>>37850789
>> [3] REPEL BOARDERS! (WS)
I think our girls need to get the need to kill out of their system.

>>37850872

I think that's [2]

>>37850789
> [1] HARD TO STARBOARD YE LANDLUBBERS!
> [3] REPEL BOARDERS! (WS)

AVAST!

>>37850789
Also https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cOARu9_1xw

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>>37850871

I think some sort of combination of [2] and [3] wins out. Truthfully [2] was a WS roll too but >2000 chars. Plus this is the aggressive route!

1d100 vs 50

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>37850970

Which ship is Sheila on board?

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>37850970
BLOOD FOR TZEENCH

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>37850970
Nat 100!

>>37850979
Good show man

>>37850975
>>37850979
>>37850981

Your force sword finds its way into an Ork instead of an acolyte!

Writing...

>>37850975
The Obscenity Engine. You have the Slayer of Raptor and the Faithful Inferno in orbit at the moment.

>>37851015
>The Obscenity Engine. You have the Slayer of Raptor and the Faithful Inferno in orbit at the moment.
Damnit, that means we can't combine to form a greater machine. Hey, we still have the On/Off Machine Spirit in our pocket, right? Let's install it to get the guns working.

>>37850789

“TAKE UP ARMS,” you roar as you produce your own force sword while none of the acolytes are looking. “SANJA! GET US WITHIN BOARDING DISTANCE!”

“AYE AYE MA’AM,” she answers eagerly. She swerves the boat hard to the left as the rest of the acolytes aim their weapons. During the hour’s reprieve they managed to unjam all but a single bolt pistol. Which, in comparison to the Orks, leaves you on a relatively even playing field.

“HOLD… HOLD… FIRE!”

On command your cell unleashes a broadside into the Orks. Most of the shots go wild but one bolt does manage to hit an Ork’s leg. It’s blown to pieces and sends the Xenos reeling into the ocean with a loud “AAAAGHHH YA GITS!” Naturally this prompts his fellows to return fire. Several holes are ripped into the main and mizzen sail, and one round pings off of Sanja’s rigid power armor that Corus is using for cover.

Before either side can manage to get a good angle you enter boarding range. Every remaining Repentia, Ellyn, and you immediately leap across before the Orks decide to come to you. This has the benefit of giving each of you an Ork a piece to deal with. You make short work of yours, ducking under the oaf’s swing and using his poor footing and overextension against him to slice off his arms. Amusingly he does try to still kick at you, claiming “Et’s onlee a fleshy wound! Da Painboyz will fix me right up propah!” Until you punch him into the ocean, of course.

You now have a moment to look around. The Sisters are hold their own but you hear the sound of something clambering up from down below. Across from you on your own boat you also see that several Kommandos have clambered out of the water and engaged those that remained over there. Fucking Orks.

> [1] Time to go hunt for the Captain. Or is it Kaptain? (WS, Per)
> [2] Remain on the Orktobrah’s deck and just kill the Orks as they come out (WS)
> [3] Go back to your own ship to help out (Ag, WS)
> [4] FUCKING ORKS (WP)
> [5] Write in

>>37851238
> [1] Time to go hunt for the Captain. Or is it Kaptain? (WS, Per)

Y'arr!

>>37851238
> [5] Battle Meditation for your subordinates (WP x 2)

>>37851238
> [1] Time to go hunt for the Captain. Or is it Kaptain? (WS, Per)

We need his hat.

>>37851238

> [1] Time to go hunt for the Captain. Or is it Kaptain? (WS, Per)

We Interrogator Ahab now.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jF7E77jUzc

>>37851238
>"FOR HE WHOSE DESIGNS I SERVE!"
>[1]

>>37851238
>[1] Time to go hunt for the Captain. Or is it Kaptain? (WS, Per)
Fancy hat ho!

>>37851238
> [4] FUCKING ORKS (WP)

>>37851238
>>37851238
> [3] Go back to your own ship to help out (Ag, WS)
Don't let them steal our boat!

>>37851297
Addendum: can we challenge the Kaptain(?) to a duel?

Everyone knows Orks are too fighty to refuse a duel.

>>37851297
>Aquatic albino Squiggoth
WHITE SQUIGG
HOLY GRAIL

>>37851354
We don't know if they follow gork or mork yet.

>>37851354
Yeah, but the Orks will still be fighty when it comes to our battle sisters.

2d100 vs 50 and 60 respectively.

We're gunna bleed into tomorrow, aren't we?

>>37851405
Perhaps, but them orks is gonna bleed right now

Rolled 37, 4 = 41 (2d100)

>>37851405
Krumpin'

Rolled 83, 50 = 133 (2d100)

>>37851405

Rolled 19, 75 = 94 (2d100)

>>37851405

Rolled 38, 23 = 61 (2d100)

>>37851405
Nat 100 GO

Rolled 65, 19 = 84 (2d100)

>>37851405

>>37851431
>4
time for a good ol' Krumpin Indeed

>>37851431
>>37851432
>>37851436

Yeah you find the Kaptain.

He is not what you expect.

Writing...

>>37851389
With Orks, if you cut off the head, they're just as likely to krump each other as the are to krump your lot.

>>37851465
I don't know, what do we expect?
Mekboy fused to the red Orktobrah

>>37851593
I'm calling a demon.

>>37851593
White Ork that pissed off a Squat?

>>37851593
Three gretchen standing on each other's shoulders wearing a trenchcoat.

>>37851593
Half-Ork.

>>37851672
Though, if we disregard the birthing process, could this be a cybork with half of its body a machine? Which half of his body is mechanical?

>>37851238

From what you remember from Orks 101 the key to getting any number of Orks to stop fighting it to krump the biggest one and then yell really loud. You have no problem doing the latter but first you have to find the former. So you do the only natural thing and dive into the open hatch into the depths of the Orktobrah. Along the way down you pull a page out of Cinder’s book and become a whirlwind of death. No Kommando or Grot is spared your wraith, a trend continued until you finally find your way to the bridge.

“Shoo, you’ve finally made it here…” The Kaptain, no Captain, turns around and smiles a big toothy grin. He’s dressed in a fine, well-pressed uniform, further enhanced by a well-kept beard and Commissar hat. You’re not sure where he got any of it but the fact he actually spoke an mostly intelligible line of Low Gothic brings you pause.

“You’re… not like the others, are you,” you state rather plainly. Behind you a Grot jumps at your back only for you to slap it down without turning around.

“Quite sho. It’sh not everyday I get to shpeak to shomeone without shcreaming WAAGGGHH!”

> [1] You literally cannot even. Hear what he has to say.
> [2] Not today Mr. Connery! (WS)
> [3] God. Damn. Orks. (WP)
> [4] Write in

>>37851705
>> [1] You literally cannot even. Hear what he has to say.

>>37851705
> [1] You literally cannot even. Hear what he has to say.

>>37851705
> [1] You literally cannot even. Hear what he has to say.

>>37851705
> [1] You literally cannot even. Hear what he has to say.

>>37851705
> [3] God. Damn. Orks. (WP)

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>>37851705
> [1] You literally cannot even. Hear what he has to say.
Oh Tzeentch....

>>37851705
>HE KNOWS WHERE THE HOLY GRAIL IS! FAILING THAT, HE'S THE ONE! FIGHT HIM SO WE CAN GET HIS POWERS.

>>37851705
> [1] You literally cannot even. Hear what he has to say.
Well that's a change, we have to investigate.

>>37851705
> [2] Not today Mr. Connery! (WS)

>>37851705
> [1] You literally cannot even. Hear what he has to say.
> Try very hard not to lose your mind.

>>37851705

> [1] You literally cannot even. Hear what he has to say.

Let's play the Ryan to his Ramiush.

>>37851705
>> [1] You literally cannot even. Hear what he has to say.

>>37851705
...he's coming with us. There's no other way.

>Captcha: reedm
Yes captcha, yes.

>>37851752
>change

>>37851705
>“Shoo, you’ve finally made it here…”
>“Quite sho. It’sh not everyday I get to shpeak to shomeone without shcreaming WAAGGGHH!”

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[1] it is.

>>37851841
Just make him green and orky-like

Rolled 25 (1d100)

I roll to see if he wishes to defect.

>>37851882
Maybe. We'll have to wait to hear what he has to say first.

>>37851882
Lower is better right? ...right?

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>>37851822
...I can't even right now Anon, I can't even...

I fucking love this quest.

>>37851882
dc was 10 so no

>>37851882
Excellent!

>>37851869
I just want to hear how/why he managed to grow a beard

>>37851912
Then let us challenge him to a sword dance!

>>37851925
Hair Squigs, obviously. Jeeze.

>>37851925
also, he'll sip a martini (shaken, not stirred) while telling his riveting tale. Zardoz may be included.

>>37851869
Ah the Boss Cunningri
watch out gits he is the cunning but brutal sort

Does he have Squiggis?

I fear what Orks would be able to do with a nuklear Submarine.
Though not nearly as much as what a single ork
ould be able to acomplish with a roll of duct tape

>>37852061
Good thing we let Cinder hold on to that.

>>37852061
think you just got me my next dark heresy warboss, gonna suck for these initiates.....

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>>37851705

This is now the third time in your existence that something extremely unexpected, unusual, and not according to plan has happened to you. Honestly though? You could get used to surprises like this one. They’re definitely better than random wormholes into the Warp.

Still, you’re at a loss for words. What DO you say to an Ork that actually has a brain? Oh right. You recruit the bastard.

“So, Mr…?”

“Con’ree. Captain Con’ree at your shervice.”

“I take it your appearance next to my vessel wasn’t an accident.”

“Indeed. My crew were getting impaschent and I thought it be to a good opportunity to defect.”

You blink twice very slowly. You need to confirm something with the big man upstairs very fast. It takes you but a moment to send the Big Bird a question. His reply is instant: “Not my doing.”

Guess that answers that. But you can’t be too careful. A smart Ork could still be acting this entire time and maybe even come up with an elaborate ruse.

“Defect?” you ask. “I wasn’t aware Orks even recognized the concept.”

“Lass, how do you think Freebootahs happen?”

“Fair point.”

“But yesh. I have sheen dry land before but wash casht out by the Dea’cin for Hershey.”
You have to try very, VERY hard not to laugh at that. “Well he’s dead now, if that makes any difference to you.”

The Ork shrugs. “Perhapsh a day or sho ago it would have. But ash it ish my crew ish the only group of Orksh willing to shtomach my company.”

> [1] Well… uh… Let me go smack some acolytes around. Pack your things.
> [2] I can’t let the acolytes see you. Can you escape and meet back at Deph?
> [3] Portal him to the Raptor (WP)
> [4] Write in

>>37852061
You mean a submarine filled with dead cats?

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>>37852061
>a roll of duct tape
Dear god the horror...........

>>37852108
>> [3] Portal him to the Raptor (WP)

>>37852108
>[1] Well… uh… Let me go smack some acolytes around. Pack your things.
Well Inquisitors do hire xenos mercs sometimes.....

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>>37852108
> [2] I can’t let the acolytes see you. Can you escape and meet back at Deph?

We will also help him escape. Maybe pretend he has a weirdboy.