Inquisitorial Penal Regiment Veeky Forums: New Ship Edition

Or maybe not if we manage to get onto the mission quickly...

I preffer penals over classic inquisitorials. Nobody will miss a penal when you are so enraged you just want to burn someone alive.

Bonus points if the penal trooper burning is an heretic

Command, Colonel Wellesley, Engineers have dug our positions and readied their equipment, Royal Artillery have their guns zeroed and our assault Troops are at their staging areas, requesting go ahead to commence assault, over.

who's planetside and who's on board the Imperial Goodwill?

Rolled 45 (1d100)

That's seriously what you brought with you as we evacuated the Penance? Wine?

>He'd let out an audible sigh

Sure... but not to much... my head hurts as is...

Trooper... I don't know what happened, so you better come clean before I actually remember it! Any punishments you receive will be far less painful for the both of us if you do.
rolling to see if he actually regains his memory

You mean what's left of the crew...

>He'd actually appear to be saddened by this.

Everyone's onboard AFAIK

New ship? You mean this one?
>Oddball gestures to the Imperial Goodwill that they're currently in.
Maybe, but they'll belong to Greely if there are fresh troops. Don't really mind that though, seems like a decent guy, most recent decision excluded.

Delay assault, we are bringing in the minesweepers. They should arrive in... T minus five minutes.

Punishment!?! Why? You were the one assuming things to begin with!
>Sams starts to blush again and begins yelling over Vox.
I was just performing a routine health check! And you went and acused me of trying to fraternize! And then you...!
>Sam shuts of the Vox channel, getting silent.

"Confirmed Command, troops will stay in ready positions until we get the green light. Over."

What is this talk of vandalizing one of the ships in His most holy imperial navy? I shall have any man who enacts such a transgression flogged!

Oh I'll get the torture chamber ready.

Wait does this ship have a torture chamber?

The brig is on deck 53.

>Probably forgotten, the Lord-Captain, his Bridge Crew, along with a Guard Company worth of his most loyal Armsmen sit clustered around a group of Rhinos in a far corner of a Shuttle Bay.
>The Captain and the Bridge Crew appear to be filling out vast amounts of......something on paper, occasionally checking a Cogitator of some sort.
>The Armsmen merely stand there grimly, weapons readied.

>The Armsmen do however pause their glowering to salute as Caffran walks past.

>is securing herself the best room available, and the worst possible for Miranda
And don't disturb me unless you are either Greely or Jackson!

>Somewhere on maintenance...

>The new hideout is clearly still on the making for those who know where to find it... One has to move through many vents to access to this room, unless you have a teleporting device, that is.

PIECE OF JUNK!

>Slams an ancient communications device, older than the astronomican itself.

Malal give me patience! It would be easier if we could actually use the warp to communicate!

I just need to know if the components have arrived safely to Gospyria's surface!

Excellent...

>Is seen walking quickly towards the brig, if it wasn't for the gasmask, a smile would be visible for everyone.

Wait... what did I assu- God Emperor's Divine Will and Grace! I remember what happened now! I had finally fallen sleep, when you came and feeling me up. From there you hit ne in the face with a chunk of fucking Tau chest armor.... Then I went after to you, in an attempt to get the full story, only for you to punch me.
>He'd stop for a moment. His mind deep in thought as he attempts to finish piecing it together.

...And in my delirious state, in which I assumed I'd died I reached up an-

>The troopers face immediately begins turning a bright shade of red, as he remembers something he somewhat wishes he hadn't.

A-and k-k-kissed you, after t-think in you were a-a-a an Angel....

>He goes silent for a long moment, his gaze planted upon the cold, metal deck plates below him. His face as red as a star.
> It doesn't take long before his head shoots back up. Both of his hands firmly grasping both sides of his head, as he begins to flail about. His mind in a state of panic and chaos!

OH GOD EMPEROR WHAT HAVE I DONE!!! THIS IS BAD! SAM IS GONNA KILL ME WHEN SHE FINDS OUT I'VE REMEMBERED EVERYTHING!!!

>He looks about the hanger bay, trying desperately to find some way out of this.

M-maybe there's a Commissar around!? Y-yeah, that will work! I'll just piss off a nearby Commissar so he can end it all quickly before Sam gets here!

>He'd let out a loud sigh of anguish

Unfortunalty, it seems this fucking Regiment never has a Commissar, whether you need one or NOT!!

Minesweepers are ready to advance. Assault when they are ready or finished, we don´t have any more to spare.
>A trio of heavy vehicles with minsweeping devices drives past the troops, accompanied by troops equipped with metal detectors

>At this point, Malak isn't even worried about being one of the 18 different reasons the Penance to be scuttled.

M-maybe I can hide away in engineering? Would she look for me there...? N-no, that would never work... maybe if I throw myself at her mercy she won- oh who am I kidding. She'll just flat e in the spot! Oh God Emperor! Why have I been forsaken!

>On his way to the torture chamber.

Relax, you're her superior officer, if anything you should be disciplining her for her actions, Sarge.

>The large, self proclaimed "Explodeh Ork" would take a glance over the metal man's shoulder. A look if confusion on his face.

Wha'chu workin' on der' boss? Sum'ting important? Or is it sum'ting I can breaks with me fists? Will i' explode if I dun touches it?

>Sam still seems to listen over Vox. Her hand seems to be on a new pulse rifle on a moment, before eyeing her Stealth Suit.

She then sighs and activates the vox channel again.
Sargeant? I have my room near engineering, remember?

"Confirmed Command, we'll provide Artillery Support for the Sweepers then advance when they give us the clear, Wellesley out."

>Arthur then picks up the second of many Vox Sets in his command post and begins the fuck.
"Battery Command, Battery Command, Minesweepers are checking for mines now, I need to you drop Mortars on the enemy forward positions to cover them, over."
>A brief confirmation followed by an "out" is the reply, then the Mortars start firing, mostly HE and Incendiaries, but with a not-insignificant amount of smoke rounds landing ahead of the possible Minefield to obscure the 'Sweepers.

>The minesweepers advance and clear out dozens of mines
>The bunker stays quiet and no shots are fired from within

S-shut up you reject Krieger wannabe!
>The sergeant would be in an utter state of near unbreakable panic.
S-shes gonna kill me... it's gonna hurt! OH GOD EMPEROR IS IT GOING TO HURT!

Sarge, permission to calm you up?!

Rolled 49 (1d100)

"Battery Command, start the creeping barrage on the rearward positions outside the bunker complex, but do -not- hit the bunker proper. Local Command wants it intact, we're gonna give it to them."
>The much bigger Basilisks open up this time, 'walking' their Earthshaker rounds across the enemy positions in a synchronized monsoon of large caliber explosions and suffering.
>The smoke rounds of course, still land to cover the 'Sweepers.

An old communications device, from the times before the Emperor himself. A gift I took for myself and my brothers after stealing it from a dark mechanicum cult. Problem is that it's not reaching its destination from this side of the galaxy...

> He doesn't say anything. Only mumbles something about "the wrath of a woman"
>But you also think you see him nodding. Works for you!

>walks past, continuing his inspection
>the green bird on his shoulder hisses at you
>it looks oddly familiar

'ave yea' troide t'rowing it fathah' out? Day usually works fah me when dhose lazy grots ain't sending messages fast enough!
>As he says this, he'd reach past you, roughly picking up the communication device.

Watch dis boss! I'll show yea'z how it's done!

>He begins spinning around. Preparing him to throw it.

Rolled 17, 3, 5, 20 = 45 (4d20)

>The artillery fire devastates the bunker´s surroundings, and the minesweepers keep advancing
>When suddenly, a hunter-killer missile is fired from the bunker at one of the vehicles, destroying its motive system, followed by a volley of fragmentation missiles unleashed haphazardly at the smoke and infantry within

>Looks at the green bird and studies it for a moment. Despite the the familiarity, Sam can´t place were she migth have seen the bird before.
Good Day, Vice-Admiral.
>Sam is smiling, while polishing her equipment.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>The troops keep going, taking heavy losses but making as wide a path through the minefield as they can

>Cracks his knuckles.
One...

>Cracks his neck.

Two...

>Preppares hand

Three!

>Punches the sergeant and grabs him by his armor's neck.

LISTEN NOW YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! YOU'RE A SUPERIOR OFFICER! AND YOU'RE HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING CORRIDOR WHERE EVERYONE OF YOUR MEN CAN FUCKING SEE YOU!

YOU'RE NOT LIKE THIS, YOU'RE NOT A PUSSY WHO RUNS AWAY FROM A WOMAN BECAUSE HE ACCIDENTALY DID SOMETHING WRONG! YOU'RE A WARRIOR! A WAR VETERAN! A SURVIVOR! A TYRANID HUNTER AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET YOUR BALLS IN FUCKING ORDER, SOLDIER!

YOU'RE GOING TO SET A FUCKING EXAMPLE AMONG YOUR PEERS BECAUSE THAT IS YOUR FUNCTION! NOT SHOW WEAKNESS AND FEAR OVER A FUCKING XENO-LOVING TROOPER!

AND I SWER ON THE EMPEROR AND THE HOLY TERRA IF YOU EVER CALL ME A KRIEGER WANNABE AGAIN I WILL FIND YOUR NEW QUARTERS AND CASTRATE YOU ON YOUR SLEEPS!

>After that, he drops the sergeant and keeps walking towards the Brig, humming Fools Garden's Lemon Tree

Rolled 74, 77 = 151 (2d100)

>The Artillery Barrage continues on it's preassigned course, while the Mortars direct most of their fire onto the bunker, Incendiaries of course, wouldn't want to cause permanent damage.

1st for Arty, 2nd for Mortars.

Wait wait wait! it's very sensible and ancient! Throwing it could break it!

Penal regiment designation Theta Gamma, be advised: the troops at the landing site are reporting heavy casualties and are retreating to a unified defence position.

Does this situation call for orbital bombardment?
does the pale throng possess starships?

Exactly zero

They're sector-wide right? How do they get from planet to planet?

Mostly by hiding in transports and hijacking what few civilian ships they can.

fuckin' mutants
captcha, lobster is not pie.

>The Sergeant stumbles back for a moment, rubbing the area where he'd been punched. A small line of blood can be seen at the corner of his mouth, that he's quick to rub away with the back of his hand.
>Appearing much calmer now. The young NCO is rather quick to straighten out his uniform, be flashing you a quick smile.

Thanks... I needed that.

>His face then immediately changes to that of pure, utterly divine, utterly frghtening anger (think back to when he called you, and the rest of Dreg-Crosser squad into Miranda's room after he discovered she brought a child onto base), as he rips off your gasmask with his one hand, and gives you a solid right hook to the face with the other.
>He then quickly knees you with a force similar to that of a space marine, right in the gut as he begins to angerly tell back at you.

BUT IF YOU EVER! FUCKING DO THAT AGAIN! I WILL PERSONALLY GRAB YOU BY THOSE TINY THINGS YOY LIKE TO CALL YOUR BALLS! I WILL THEN DRAGGING YOU CRYING INTO THR VEICHLE REPAIR BAY, WHERE I WILL THEN HAVE ODDBALL RUN YOU OVER INCREDIBLY SLOWLY WITH HIS TANK, UNTIL ALL THE BLOOD BEING FORCED UP THROUGH YOUR BODY NEARLY KILLS YOU!

>His raging, blood red face, could at this point could inspire utter fear in Khorne himself.

I WILL THEN HAVE YOU STRUNG ACROSS A PIT FIIIIIIILLED EITH A VARIETY OF DEATHWORLD BEASTS THAT WILL BE ABLE TO JUMP JUUUUUST HIGH EBOUGH TO SLOWLY SCRATCH AWAY AT YOUR BODY, UNTIL! WEEKS LATER, I COME BACK TO FIND THEY HAVE PULLED YOU DOWN AND EATEN YOU! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR YOU LITTLE PEICE OF SHIT!!!

>The bunker´s top level is covered in fire
>The remaining minesweepers finish making a path and hastily retreat as the fires are slowly being put out by surviving mutants

Negative, that section of the city is the only place in the entire hive in good enough condition to be used as landing area.

Those who stayed with greely got on planet right?

>Slowly gets up from the beating.
>Not even a moan of pain.
>There's a bald, terribly disfigured face by burns under gasmask.
>He falls down gasping for air as he tries to reach for it.

>Begins going through his papers

"Command conditionally granted to Vice-Admiral Sternbridge. Check."

"Everyone on breakaway lab double tested for infestation - no positives. Check."

"Screening for remnants among troops planetside setup for return to the Herald - Check."

"Starboard guns fixed - Nope."

"Shield system distribution is 60-40 favoring starboard. That's Sternbridge's issue now, though, so I'll just pass these last two on to him."

"Sitrep From Anna... Nope. don't have that."

>Greely sighs, makes his way to Anna's quarters, and knocks on the door.

we were in the loading bay last I checked. Let's say we already did the screening and everyone was clear, so you can be on ground if you or anyone else want to do that.

Now then...
>His faces returns to its usual color, and his voice once again retains it usual kind, older brother, quality it usually has.

I believe I owe trooper Hawthorne both an apology, and a proper chance for the two of us to examine ourselves. While you Corporal Eisen, better get yourself geared up and ready to go. Understood? I have a feeling we're going down to Tranch soon. And if like you to pack plenty of explosives. I hear that muites and Tyranid just LOVE Emperor's day fireworks!

>As he walks down the hallway towards Engineering, he activate his Vox, in an attempt to contact Sam.

Trooper Hawthorne, It's Malak. I'm on my way down to see you, where we're going to have a bit of a talk about what happened.

>door opens before you arrive
>the sightless psyker is waiting sitting on a pile of mines
Ah. I was wondering where I would be graced with your presence

Rolled 30, 5 = 35 (2d100)

"Command, Colonel Wellesley here, Minesweepers have finished clearing the mines and are pulling back, we'll give them one more barrage of Incendiaries then we'll begin the assault, over."

"Battery Command, direct everything you've got on the exterior defenses of the bunker, Incendiaries only."
>The brief confirmation is followed by a shorter, but much more intense and focused Barrage than last time, Basilisks, and various models of Mortar contributing to what is hopefully a firestorm.

sorry, I guess I should have made it clear, it was more like when someone you know is wearing a mask of some kind , and you decide to pull it back abd just let it slap them in the face as the string pulls it back into place. But with the added, citrus flavour of a punch to the face included.

The guys from the Penance are mostly still on the Goodwill, these are some other Guardsmen sent to the planet for the same job.

Squad 17, we are the last ones left down here, we need immediate support! The muties are using some weird... Oh god Emeror, big one, big o-!
>Transmission is cut off

>used communicator
This Lieutenant Rex, we heard your call,
do you require assistance over?

Oh. Well then, let's forget this ever happenned...

>Scratching his nose over the mask.
The Frag ones, the Melta ones or the Krak ones?

Ah fuck it I'll just bring everything...

Allrigth, Sargeant.
>Sam sounds oddly calm. She begins shoving several boxes of tau equipment away from the doors, so that the Sargeant would even be able to enter.

>He'd stop spinning around.
You'z sure bout dat boss? I can t'row dis f'ing pretteh far...

>He'd then place it back to where he'd found it. Albeit, far more roughly then how you'd wish.

Wha'evah you say boss!

>At this call, 2 Companies worth of troops from the Reserve Troops are dispatched in Valkyries to assist Squad 17, provided they arrive in time.
>They're also accompanied by Vendetta Gunships and a rare sight, a flight of Marauder Destroyers.
"Squad 17 we're inbound from your west, ETA is....7 minutes. Squad 17 please respond. Over."

We lost contact with the heavy weapon teams at the landing site. Investigate the area and exterminate any hostiles!
>The few incendiary rounds that directly hit the bunker cause only minor damage to the defenders within, who are preparing an active defense

>He simply smile before continuing on his way.

Now your thinking like a Dreg-Crosser.

Forgot to link.

>Greely refuses to comment on your lack of eyes, being familiar enough with psykers to know this is a common condition.

"So, What the happened while I was gone? I'm asking for an official report."

Rolled 9, 5, 15 = 29 (3d20)

>Rather than waste time with another barrage, whsitles and shouts can be heard up and down the battle lines, as Tanks start their engines and Infantrymen pile into Chimeras, which head out together.
>Once within range of the Bunker, the vehicles throw some suppressing fire at the bunker defenses with their 'smaller' weapons.

>remember she lost sight because of Amelia's tortures, not because of sanctioning- she is not sanctioned, in fact.
Oh boy... where do I start?
Sit somewhere. This is going to be long. But first... have you seen Verasii?

Roger that, we are moving in, out.

Alright people, ready up and move out!

"Spent the last couple months toppling and replacing planetary governments at her behest, actually. She's better now. Another Inquisitor, a Monodominant, tried to have her killed using Necron nanotech - a framejob pointed at Nyzart. And of course we found out the grox-fether had ties to Belk. Hypocrite. She's doing well now, though."

>Complete silence
>The landing site is surrounded by mutant corpses
>A huge one in crude armor and holding a large rod attached to a lascannon charge pack stands in middle of the area on top of a smoking pile of guardsmen

>arrives in the landing site

Holy shit. Patch me through to command.
>picks up vox

Command we are at the landing site. Heavy weapons squad is wiped out, please advice.

>The way the ork lets the device back on the ground makes it transmit sound...
>Signal finally arrives to the comms.

It's... It's working! Ha! HAHA! HAHAHAHA!
>Cough
>Cough.
I knew there was a reason I kept you around! Excellent work, B'Ork, you're getting double meal today!

>It takes him a few minutes to navigate his way through the unfamiliar passage ways of the ship.
>Eventually, through the help of a few naval personnel. He'd manage to find his way to Hawthorne's hideaway.
>He'd stand outside the door for a couple minutes, trying to muster the courage to actually enter.
>He just stands there, even as two naval personnel walk past him, talking the entire time.
>Que scene viewed from behind. A gentle breeze and a tumble weed passing him by.
>"Just knock and enter Malak... she's still human... and you're JUST talking... that's all this is... a chance for the both of you to explain yourselves. Nothing else..."

Alright... let's do this...
>He'd knock on the large metal door signalling his intention to enter

Sam? Its me. I'm coming in.

>without waiting for a response, He'd quickly open the door and then enter.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=xrlVVELkSmw

>The pale throng answers to the fire with heavy bolters and a lascannon
>They get only a few shots between taking cover
>The mutant turns at you and roars.
>It charges, wielding as its weapon a machine not unlike pic related

>Sam looks up at you from her work, not wanting to be the one explaining first. There seem to be multiple drones lying next to her.
So, erm... yes? What do you want?

Rolled 17, 3, 1, 5, 15, 10 = 51 (6d20)

>the squad is divided into two and are taking cover in the rubble and corpses

Take it down!

6 man squad, hellguns.

ALRIGHT EVERYONE, GEAR UP AND GET READY! SERGEANT MALAK SAYS WE'RE GOING TO CARRY THE BIGGEST FIREWORKS DOWN THERE AND I WANT THEM -ALL- LOADED AND READY FOR DEPLOYMENT PRONTO!

AND WHEN I SAY -ALL- I MEAN ALL OF THEM!

>Muttered:
Including that cute little melta charge with the smiley face, it's against protocol to decorate and use decorated explosives but the Sergeant said I should get out of protocol sometimes too so, yeah board that one too...

Mh. I see.
Bah. Whatever, down to business, after you left the fucking Pariah, Laroque, turned his back on us and kidnapped Amelia- you know the new amelia? The normal one? Apparently?- to an useless planet. Guess who was ruling the planet? I got an astro message from the apparently loyal amy from that. Big surprise, ti was a necron, and I have reasons to believe it was Nyzart, acting like planetary governor. While we go there, Jackson was kidnapped bu tno problem, I got him back. I am awesome, I know. And the whole mahyem about the supposed AI that is not an AI started (ask jackson, really...), ending with Alice leaving because she is too cool for our radical ass. Back to continuity... we reach the planet only to be ambushed by chaos raptors. Have some fight with them, in the end Amelia, again, dies to help us escape. We got back up and dealt with the raptors, anyway... but apparently, Alice did not even scold Laroque for his betrayal. Nah she is fine with it! But not with us, no, we too heretical! Anyway, Novus, the adept, is leading her and Delta in a chase around the galaxy for Inquisition related stuff, and of course we are following cause fuck me if I let them do something without me knowing. The space hulk happened right at this point.

>The large Work actually appears to be saddened by this.
Awwww! Can'tz you just make a big Explosion for meh? Id prefer dat over some stupid f'ing like food. I can finds all da food ah wants if I looks!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>A heavy lascharge hits the mutant from afar.

Rolled 18, 10, 18, 12 = 58 (4d20)

>The forces that headed to the LZ engage the mutant with Multilasers and Heavy Bolters, not wanting to waste the firepower of the Destroyers on a single target.

>Meanwhile, the troops attacking the Bunker close in with their vehicles, again suppressing the defenses while the Engineers in the Chimeras prepare their charges.

1 and 2 for LZ, 3 and 4 for suppressing fire.

Well I could let you pilot the main gun of the Malevolence once lord Kenos finishes coordinating the repairs on Gospyria... Do you have experience on aiming big guns?

>The shot hits wide, burning holes into the armor but evidently not enough to stop it.

Rolled 5, 8 = 13 (2d20)

>The hulking beast is hastily gunned down
The bunker´s defenders respond with hasty shots but some are hit for such bravery

Ceasefire!

Man those bolters.

>Rex taps the helmet of his Vox Operator
Patch through to command.

The rest of you! Set up a defensive perimeter!

"Nyzart infiltrating a loyal planet? That's a serious charge. Don't tell Verasii until we know for certain - and know the circumstances. Nyzart is a Xeno, so his sense of right and wrong will seem strange to us. He might have thought he was helping us.
Verasii has precautions in place if this relationship goes south, but I don't want her jumping the gun. Good job saving Jackson, by the way."

"I already knew about the "abomination," and have told Jackson the damn thing is to stay in quarrantine. Alice leaving is a surprise, though. And what's this about LaRoque going traitor?"

>The LZ Detachment loiters for a minute to make sure everything is clear before heading back to the Camp.

>Meanwhile, the shots fired by the mutants ping off the vehicles harmlessly, though a Tank commander is hit in by a stray round and drops into his tank to fetch the Medkit.
>The Engineers however, park their Chimeras next to the Bunker doors and clamber out to slap some charges on them before beating a hasty retreat.

>If Rex and Pryce were to look, they might be able to catch a glimpse or two of Praetorian Troops behind the Naval Crews of the Valkyries. Whether this means anything to either of them is up to themselves.

First of all. No matter what happens here, no more punching... please! I've already been punched in the face several times today, and I don't need anymore bruises.
>There is QUITE the long pause before he continues on. His face incredibly red by the time he continues to speak.

S-secondly... I wanted to uhm- I mean I just w-w-wanted to let you k-know tha- UGH! This is harder than I thought!
>The sergeant takes a moment to recompose himself before continuing

What I mean to say is. I want to apologize for earlier... It was a spur of the moment thing- I mean id just woken up after three days without sleep and well-.... it's kinda hard NOT to assume that something is happening when you wake up to find someone like yourself, doing what at the time I could only assume to be "feeling me up"... a-and as for the k-kiss... well...

>He lets out a loud sigh.

I've got no excuse for that one... you just looked like an Angel so I assumed I was-...

>He stops mid sentence, having just realized what he'd said. And he once again goes bright red.

Uhhh... uhm-.... i- I can explain! I-I I swear!

Lieutenant Rex, sir! Trooper Boer reporting for duty sir!
>Salutes the Ell-Tee

>notices the some of the troops
>approaches 2 troopers in different uniforms

You two! What unit are you from?