Inquisitorial Penal Regiment Veeky Forums: Power armor ROCKS! Edition

So, it turns out this old place was making improvements to power armor... neat! Now, while we wait for reinficemrnts, could somebody HELP ME OUT IF THE PROTOTYPE!?!
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FAQ:
>What the fuck is this?
Somewhat a campaign of crack-infused free-form roleplay in the grim darkness of the far future.

>When do you guys make these threads?
Usually mondays at 4PM GMT, but they sometimes extend to Tuesdays if we got caught in the middle of something when the thread died and it was too late to make another one the same day.

>Can I join in?
Sure, just think of a character and have fun, you can find most info in 1d4chan albeit it's ussually a little bit out of date in comparison to where the threads are.

>Is there any requirement in character creation.
Not really, we've had Xeno infiltrators, Chaos infiltrators, Villains, Heroes, Normal Guardsmen, Crazed Guardsmen, Assassins, Psykers, Space Marines, Inquisitors, Squats... just think whathever and join the fun.

>Is it allowed to have more than a single character?
Yes as long as you don't use it to powerplay.

>So how you guys do the playan'?
We tend to use spoilers for OOC chat, but nothing is set in stone.
We tend to use greentexts for describing a character's actions, but again nothing is set in stone.
Use d20s for combat checks and d100s for other things you want to roll, higher Is better.
It's important to know that the regiment is now in the employ of a radical Ordo Xenos Inquisitor, with influence from an Ordo Malleus Inquisitor and under the watch of an Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor. Yes we've been through a lot of shit.

>Is busy torturing the Heretic by repeatedly applying a stunprod to the head and applying pressure on the neck with the other hand.

>rushes over to help him out of the suit
maybe this is the relic he was babbling about.

No, I'm too busy. Experiments and hopefully a vivisection awaits at my tent.

I hope not. Especially since that fake Commissar said something about it having healing abilities.

I think it might be wise to not search for such a thing, maybe if we were to blow up this base once we are done so it cannot fall into the wrong hands.

>Having finally manage to remove the suits helmet. MLak would sound like his usual self.
Of course you are Adept.

Also... why the hell do you need a tent when we're indoors, and two hundred some odd feet underground?

True enough. But that may also be what the bastard WANTS us to do... especially since this is the only place we have left on this planet.

"GAHHH...t-the champion's ass"

>helps pull him out of the suit with some force.
there we are, into the fresh air of our underground lair.
>smiles warmly at him.

EISEN! Can you quiet him down? Maybe put a muzzle over him?

I need privacy. The wound and how tired I am, I make some embarrassing mistakes in some of my projects I'd prefer no one has to see.

Thanks, but.... can you maybe... look away?
>He'd be basically wearing skivvies.

Or find me my pants? That's also an option.

It's called "get a room" Adept! There are plenty of old rooms over in the barracks you can use.

"T-the map to the relic is in the champion's ass

I'm trying!

>Unholsters his flamer.

>Fires it against the heretic.

>blushes and looks away.
aha, I see...
>hands him a set of Tau combat fatigues.
you can slip theses on for the time being.

PFFFT... like I'll believe that!

On one hand, that is safer. On the other, the stench of rot would make it uninhabitable in no time. The tent lets air circulate.

"GAAHH OH FUCK YOU"
>Kaine's body violently rips itself from the body and runs away through the unlocked jail door

Thanks.
>He'd grab the outfit, and put it on. Not really embarressed by what happened. Just really cold.
I'll go find my actual equipment over in the lab.

I meant ig rioped itself from its head

What... The Fuck...?

>waves him away and moves on, to tend to the wounded.

Well Tray, it seems we're at an impasse, but I trust you'll be able to handle it. Do you need me for anything else before we head out?

>The body attempts to ask the doctor for water
>All it produces are gurgling noises as it runs around her on fire

Ya, ya, ya,! I got it Sister.
>He'd then make his way towards the lab where he'd first found the armor, In order to grab his gear.

>He'd be stopped by the sight.
Uhm-.... What?

>The body feels lt.'s presence
"GHOU. GHOU BHRASHED MHR HRD HRN"

>puts in some codes on the main control consoles
>more codes
>consults data slate
>more codes
>ACCESS AUTHORIZED

There! You morons were putting in my codes out of order. Now the contenental defense systems are up, and that should get rid of the Tau fleet.

>the entire facility rises and shutters open, revealing a giant window overlooking the glassed plains

>pokes at you with her foot.
what even?

I... no. Luckily I don't, the situation isn't so dire that it requires an inquisitor's intervention, Miss Wellesley.

May I offer you to stay overnight? Surely you'd preffer a bed over an actual ground rather than over a spaceship's floor? My family still owes you a great deal, I hardly feel like we paid you enough for your help.

>Looks over with raised eyebrow

What even is going on?

>let's out a low whistle.
I told you so Gary, beautiful...

>Runs into the room, flamer one hand, the head of the heretic on the other.

YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY BITCH! GET BACK HERE TORTURE AIN'T OVER!

"WHRTR WHRMN WHRTR"

Yeaaaah, I'm not dealing with demons today!
>He'd quickly undress before hopping back into the power armor.
Nope! Nope! No-PE! NOPE! NOPE!

Well......I suppose one night on solid ground wouldn't hurt. But are you sure your 'comrades' won't mind? They didn't exactly seem too trusting of humans.....

>The head suddenly bites Sgt's hand

>nods gravely

It's pure and clean, like a cauterized wound.

>It's bionic so he doesn't care.

>Once again, back in the armor, and with the helmet back on.
HE'S ATTEMPTING TO CAST A SPELL! KILL THE DEMON!

>It breaks itself in two and rolls back to the body
"Ahh...much betteAaaAARR BURRNINNG WAAATER"

I was thinking more like a desert of crystals but we can compare it to a gaping wound if you'd like.
>she's smirking.

They're not distrustful of humans, they're distrustful of the Imperium.

The rebels have put them on their nerves but they can't touch you in this state, all the troops here answer to me, not to them.

YOU TWO ARE FUCKING RIDICULOUS!

>He'd grab the still burning body, before bashing him against a wall.

EISEN. WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT PLAYING WITH YOUR FOOD?
>His voice once again sounds like a dreadnoughts.

No water for heretics!
>He shoots his flamer against the abomination again

"More like a gaping AAAAH WHERE'S THE GODDAMN WATER"

Hah. Your momma didn't beat you enough did she?

I'M NOT PLAYING WITH MY FOOD! HE ESCAPED WHILST I WAS TRYING TO KILL IT FOR GOOD!

Whaddya want me to do? This?

>skewers the head on his Fang knife
>keeps hand clear of gnashing teeth
>takes it over to the body

>As the body smashes into a million little bits they start skiddadling all over the place before rematerialazing next to the noise marine corpse

hush you.
possibly not
>she's still smirking.

SEE? HE'S SLIPPIER THAN ANYTHING WE FOUGHT SO FAR!

Seriously? This is one of the strangest things I've ever seen...

"OKAY UHH YOU...YOU LOOK LIKE A STRONG GUY...FLIP THIS FUCKER WOULD YOU KINDLY?!"

You don't say. How in hell old are you anyway?

I don't do shit just cause some disembodied head asks me to, no matter how politely it asks. Why you want him flipped, what's under there?

MY MONEY'S ON TWENTY-FIVE.

LIKE HELL WE WILL.

APPARENTLY, THE MAP TO A CHAOS RELIC IS IN THE MARINES ASS.

>Returns to his tent and tests the drug that apparently originated from Nyzart on a Tau captive

Hell that sounds disgusting.

close but no iho,
>she laughs
I'm twnety two Terran years.

"AHH FUCK IT"
>he runs head on into the lt. smashing himslf to bits again
>he crawls under the corpse

Alright fine...
>sticks blade with head into the wall
>heaves over the dead CSM
>disgusted expression

Somebody else is getting whatever is in there. I'm done here.

>Burns the corpse, hopefully with the demon still beneath it.

I hope he doesn't come out of this one too.

>wipes face off with bandanna
So just old enough to know better, but not too old to be disciplined... Man oh man...
>sits down for a long drink

>The body starts to shake
>Kane pops out of the body, covered in red and a bit of brown
"GOT IT"
>he looks at the sgt.
"UP YOURS"
>He runs away maniacally cackling
>Oh and he is apsolutely naked

MY AGE? WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT.

NOT IT.

FOR THE LOVE OF THRONE, I HOPE YOU'RE RIGHT.

>He'd simply curb stomp the head, before allowing Eisen to burn everything around it.

>watches him go with a naive look on her face.
something I said?
>long pause as her brain goes over everything.
oh... were you expecting a grizzled veteran.

>He stands there.
>Astonished.
I really wish that the grenade I killed Larrs with would have killed me now too.

Holy throne of Terra... well he doesn't particularly seem to be all that dangerous. But we do need to know what the fuck his deal is...

Very well then, it'll be nice to relax for a bit......considering the clusterfuck we just dragged ourselves out of. And true we had the time in the Warp, but that doesn't count.

Is there a room somewhere or......I mean I could just crash on a couch really.

>somewher far away
>a soulstone once again lets out a strange sound
>Alice is possibly getting used to the strange laughing stone.

>didn't actually walk away, just sat down on some crates
No girl, you look your age. I'd have been surprised if you were older.

"WHAT THE FUCK"
>Head gets smashed
>Arm rips off and runs away with the note
>The eyeballs follow

>sits across from him, her bulky armour making it hard for her to relax properly
do you think we're going to die? here, on this planet that is?

>He'd pick up the arm.
IM GETTING REAL SICK OF THIS SHIT....

I WAS EXPECTING EITHER A LITTLE OLDER OR YOUNGER.

>exits the bathroom, somehow with amasec with him.

"Inquisition doesn't seem to cut corners on drink supplies, I'm sure some of the people on ship would want to know about these and I'm not considering battle moral should we get stuck and something were to happen to them."

Nonsense inquisitor. I will arrange a room for you and your "sister". Or would you preffer sepparate rooms?

>Nudges Alice shoulder
>Whispers.
A-Am I allowed to tell him who I really am now that you dropped the charade?

I DOUBT IT.
>He'd pull the note away from the living demon arm, before handing it to Eisen.

WE SIMPLY HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL THR NAVY CAN BREAK THROUGH.

AFTER ALL. WE'RE TWO-HUNDRED FEET UNDERGROUND.

>looks across at him.
sorry to disappoint.

I'm getting too old for this...

>The arm drops the note
>Eyes take one good look at it and leg it
>Other arm rips off and follows them
>The balls throw themselves in your face

Nah. We aren't trapped for one thing. And for another, I don't think the Emperor has had me survive everything I've gone through my whole life, just to get my ticket punched on some insignificant backwater or in some minor battle.

I aprechiate the words of support, so I take it you plan on retiring? or perhaps going down in a blaze of glory?
>the way she looks at him her eyes light up.

>They'd do nothing against the power armors helmet.
GETTING REALLY TIRED OF CHAOS SHIT.

I'M NOT DISAPPOINTED. MORE INTRIGUED I SUPPOSE.
>He'd crush one of the nuts that was rolling next to him.

DISGUSTING...

Not anymore we arent. When I activated the surface defense systems, this facility rose above ground. Didn't ya feel the whole place grinding and moving?

>holds two bottles of wine in each hand, observing that a mercenary alerted surviving reinforcements to the location

"I wanted to accomplish the same goal and hadn't considered a direct approach. Would this be a bad time to drink because I'm sure if any suits see me with this I'll have to surrender it which would be better than some appendage."

>The arm crawls up Gary
>So do the eyes
>They crawl deep into a little hole behind them

YOU'VE ALREADY HEARD MY PLAN. RETIRE. PROBABLY BACK HOME.

GARY.... LOOK AT ME. IM IN A SUIT OF INQUISITORIAL POWER ARMOR... I COULDNT FEEL A FUCKING THING IF I WANTED TO.

>Alice ponders the laughter, and wonders why she kept the Soulstone, yet chuckles internally anyway.

>Whispers in return.
I....oh....very well.

The same room will work, speaking of....well....

>The vocabular system reintegrates just to say
"BOORIING"

Posting this becuz said I would.

he does have a point that is rather boring
>she sticks out her tongue at him.

>regards her thoughtfully
Whichever one the Golden Throne wills for me. Don't know about retirement, but if I ever did I think I'd want to maybe open an armory on some militaristic world. Sell weapons to loyal citizens.

But the way things are, I'll either stay on as a Stormtrooper for the big -][- or become an Inquisitor myself.

>pats him on the shoulder
I think you'd make a rather good inquisitor if I do say so myself.