Inquisitorial Penal Regiment Veeky Forums: Othellan is a clusterfuck edition

>is camoflauged

>tree, pillar same thing.
I'm not dozing! i'm helping support the structure.
>mot slaps the pillar and grins.

That´s not really comforting, Corporal!

But at least, maybe the warp storm has something to do with the marines?

>she grins, pulling the collar around her neck . It has gotten red and lightly wounded because of it
And w-what about the guitar? Is it s-standard issue?

Very probably!
>Is throwing more chairs to the barricade
Damn it these chairs break with the damn air! I need something stronger!

The good news is, I can actually tell you how many marines on the outside.
The bad news is actually how many marines are on the outside.

Barricaded inside a Palace with all these Negative Waves.......how did it come down to this....shoulda listened to Crapgame.....
>The Shermans are doing Shermany things.

Also as a sidenote, the Malleus Stormies are like......not on the same side of the Palace as the rest.

nope but at least nobody has complained yet.
>youtube.com/watch?v=cvoJ7qUh3y8

...

Then do we have a few tanks to spare? Or should we try and fell trees and lose cover?

Hate to ask, but how many?

>"FUCKING KHORNE THIS BARRICADE NEVER ENDS!"

>"Makes me wish our raptor cult had some tanks."

>"Shut up and keep slashing!"

Yes, it is quite disturbing...
>Picks up the command squads Multi-Melta
But, they hurt my men so there will be many more marine chunks outside.

I know 6th squad met up with Alice at the end of last thread.

Corporal! More chairs!! Throw them faster!!

KEEP SLASHING YA PANSY GITS!

We're planning on moving there, we just want to make sure all the participants are aware of the transfer before we go

Don't ruin your day asking.
>she puts her feet on a cluster of melta bombs
You can start having your men place these around the perimeter. I wanted to keep them for a prank on Alice but eh... witness my sacrifice.

L-lady Anna is getting eye-twitchy again...
>she aims toward the door
T-there is no way we are going to come out this time.

Don't look at my tanks....these are mine.
>Still doing Sherman-y things.

True, but it ain't like she's gonna move from there.

>Jackson walks over and kisser her cheek
I don't know where you keep getting these and I don't care.
>he waves to a squad who quickly takes them and runs off
Now, do you have any ideas on what we should do?
>aims the Multi-Melta at the barracade

we'll be fine.
>he flashes her a smile
trust me on this one.

You mean this day is not already ruined?

It was just a suggestion for an emergency.

>Turns back to the barricade her pulse rifle still aimed at it.

O-ok...
>she leans against him
W-what should I do with your corpse if you die?

>shrugs
Welcome in the Inquisition.
Logically, run away. Do we care about this palace? Because if we don't, we can just use it as a trap. Set the bombs on the pillars and walls, retreat, detonate the bombs when they get in, rig another area, repeat. Either they run out of marines or we run out of palace.

leave it, make sure you stay safe,

I w-was thinking of stuffing it...

>laughs
I'd rather you didn't too boring for the likes of me, anyways... who's to say I won't go down like the commissar in a blaze of glory and body parts.

Hmm... That plan is extremely dangerous for us too. The whole palace could on top of us if we blow up too many supports.

Those Airborne guys have plenty of vehicles, use some of theirs.
>Oddball lazily points in the 'rough' direction of the Drop Troops before opening another bottle of wine.
Oh hey, d'you want any more of that cheese?

That would be t-terrible! I f anything we can blow up Sam in your steed!

Or we could be butchered by crazed superhumans. I for one welcome the idea of dying vandalizing this place.

sigh... It happens again.

That´s actually... is jackson somewhere around here?
>Sam slowly walks over towards the drops troops.

>Ignores your comment, pointendly looking at her pulse rifle.

but I like Sam, she's a nice girl.

... We don't have time for calculating the structural integrity either, I presume... No other choice but to trust our luck.

Not a bad plan... but I don't know what our objective is... Or we could go full Krieg and make this place a fortress of kill boxes and minefields...

... you do LIKE her?
>assassin glare
>Slowly aims her rifle at her

This is the plan then. Rig this place with traps and move to the lower floors.

>on vox
Jackson, you copy? I'm positioned at the enemy's right flank, and lucky for you I'm always prepared. What do you need me to hit first?

>raises an eyebrow before moving his hand to lower the rifle.
we don't need any more enemies than those we face.

And just how are we supposed to dig our tanks out of the rubble after you sink a building?

Sorry, but me and your wife never got along and before this escalates I´m not interested.
>Still looks at her pulse rifle.

One shot is free, then I´m going to give you a refund.

>taps his comms
Start with the biggest fucks then work your way down. Any that look particularly dangerous take priority.

Anna we do have several tanks and many more Chimera firing from inside the Palace.

We aren't.

>smirks.
still after the Eldar are we?

Sucks to be those tanks then. If you prefer to die because muh chimaera, be my guest. DO you not know how many guardsmen does it take to kill a marine? More than we have.

D-do you really think that you would have the luxury of s-surviving the first shot?
J-just don't get too close to her...

Like hell we aren't!
>Oddball slams the top of the turret thrice and the driver turns on the engine.
We aren't losing our tanks just because they put the idiot in charge.

Finally some sense is brought to the conversation!

Hey, Oddball!! Do you think they got melta charges? I mean they haven't used them to breach. So, I think they're out.

Roger that...

will wait till our Chaos narrator gets back

I choose to ignore your man. If we really don't want to take the safest route we need at least a back up plan, though.

Could be that they just forgot they had them sir, them guys are crazy.
>Oddball ducks as a few Stubber rounds ricochet off the turret.
Your suggestion is likely, but we can't rule out their stupidity.

>Blushes.
Wha - Wha - W... yes... But first I´d have to find him. Which I´m gonna do. LATER. I´M GOING TO LET MY FIRST DO THE TALKING FIRST.

It would be worth a try. But your husband doesn´t want us to test this theory. So, truce? For the time being?
>Sam tears her eyes off her pulse rifle and sighs.
Warzones are easier than men.

I wonder... Why would they storm a place this big without stocking on melta bombs, or rationing them to make every bomb count?

don't worry yourself I won't
he'll come back at some point, when he's bored or hungry... think of him like a cat.
>laughs

W-warzones are easy, it is people who are difficult to relate with. Unlike rifles.
Mhmr... if you s-say so...
>she aims out and fires over the barricade, but there is very little a sniper rifle can do in this occasion.

WAAGH is easy, peoples is easy, life is easy!
>the Ork belches before spitting over the baricade and laughing.

.. a-and I g-get outphilosophed by an orc...

That´s... Actually, you do have a point. The way you cling to it, what is the story behind your rifle anyway? Mine was just standard issue.

Larrs... a cat?
>Sam appears to be lost in thoughts.

... i-it is none of your business. B-but I g-guess I can tell you if you make it out alive...
>somehow the words "friendly fire" ring into your mind almost immediately.

I think we can all aprechiate the fabled Ork philosophy.
>The hulking Ork grins in response to this.

>The air starts to smell like electrical burning
>The odd crackle tears through the air

>Smiles for once at you, having picked up the meaning of your words.
Is that a challenge? "Accidents" aren´t exactly what we need, but... Let´s see who makes it out of here first.

Ork philosophy? But Bob is a - wait, what? He is a ork? I´m not even suprised anymore.

>Raises her pulse rifle worried, as her drone flies into the air.
What now?

Here we go...

Wanna try and run a few dozen of them over? or at least kill the ones at the barricade?

Oh no... I knew it couldn't be as simple as we thought...

dis ain't gudd
das right, I'm an Ork and I'm proud and none of ya ummie privyledge will stop me servin da emprah.

>flips on the Multi-Melta
Twenty bucks says Termies or Oblits

I'd say termies, without using future sight. What am I gonna win?

>Loud Crackling come from the other side of door
>A bright light erupts through the gaps in the door
>A loud grounding sound fills the air, followed by gunfire.
>The door is still standing

Well collectively we'd win powerfists to the face but hmmm... What do you want?

Oh boy........this is going to end badly.....

We can use guns and cannon, sure, but driving out to rum them over with Raptors out there is a terrible idea.

Of course we might need to wait for Mecha to get back to molest the Raptors.

>steps to face down the door and whatever will come through.
sounds like they want a punch up, ya gits ready?

That's not good...
>aims the Multi-Melta at the door

Well I don't think they're all raptors.

... I am not certain whether I should feel relieved or even more worried...

I wanna top.
>mischievous_smile.jpeg.
Troopers, ready to fire at my command. Bring forward the heavy weapons and lob any grenade you have.

Permission to enter and check?
>Walks over to the door, pusle rifle raised.

Then, I whish you good luck on that front Bob.

>grunts in reply.

It only takes -one- to crack us open like a Ration Can.
>The 3 Shermans aim their weapons at the door.
>Oddball himself unholsters a Pulse Pistol.
Anyone want to think positive? Because we're sure not feeling it over here....

>There is too much dust being kicked up to make out anything more than a very large shadow and a very quick shadow, fighting the marines on the otherside.
>The building is starting to heavily creak under strain.

Fuck. Retreat, fall back! To the other end of the hall!

This is... not right? Or is it? The marines on the other side are getting... dusted.

Back for... 20 mins or so then I'll be gone for an hour again before being finally avaliable for the rest of the night

>shakes his head
I'll stay and hold em off.

>Takes a few steps back, finger on the trigger of herpulse rifle.
And here... comes the shit part of the job.

>all color drains away from Callidon's face
Emperor protects...
>scared.jpeg

Roger that miss... not going to discuss it!

Deal...

>walks forward aiming the Multi-Melta aimed at the figure in the doorway.
We might have to move out of here very fast...
>taps his comms
All troops be advised the Manor may be structurally compromised...

>The door bursts open and the room is flooded with dust you can barely see the person next to you. A constant roar of some sort of drill/saw deafens you.

>You are thrown backwards and when you look up at what hit you it appears to be about 1/4 of a marine.

Great! This makes me want to actually get out alive!
brb, showering.

Damn noise...
>Attempts to look and aim for a target and fails, clutching her head.
H-hey!?! Everybody allright?