Inquisitorial Penal Regiment Veeky Forums: Knife Ears are raiding us edition

>He sits down and looks at her
"Say, what is your poison, inquisitor? And that's casually speaking. What happens in the interrogation room stays in the interrogation room"

Wait, Elders? Why are we fighting our elders? I thought we were supposed to respect our elders? What threat could a bunch of geriatrics pose?

>This earns him a suspicious look on the Callidus' behalf.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>upon seeing the Dark Eldar his eyes would go wide behind his welding goggles and he'd start to stammer in a mixture of fear and rage.
bloody spikey bastards! interupting my work!
>he'd draw his power sword and run at them screaming.

My poison? Well.....anything really, although I do love me some aged Whiskey, first whiskey I had was older than I am....was good stuff. Oh! And rum.

>He notices the eyeing
"Trying to lighten the mood, madam...I have no ill mean, and to prove that"
>he pulls out a bottle of fine aged whiskey
"Will this do?"

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>squeals like little girl
Why did i left the ship?
>unloads holy slugs

>Alice accepts the bottle and looks it over.
Yes, this will do nicely.
>She then fetches three glasses and returns to the table.

Come join us, eh?

>She nods and sits with them, smiling

"I apologize, but I do not believe we met"
>he extends his hand
"Uhzurkar Kane"

>She takes it.
Samantha Cromwell. Solemn watcher and medicae of Lady Wellesley's personal retinue.

"Good to know that the friend of my friends has capable people under her command...more than I could say for most of the penal regiment"
>he smiles

I worked with the regiment before, they used to be good. Hope they're keeping the shape...

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>the inquisitor manages to overpower one of the wracks and cut it down, but two more take its place
>they stab at him with syringes

The guardsman hits many of the stitched monstrosities

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>the now rabid inquisitor screams and manages to step away from the syringes before charging back in with his sword raised, ready to strike.

"So, Inquisitor, do you mind our xeno guest aboard your ship?"
>he sips his whiskey

What the Tau? Lien wasn't it? Not at all.
>She sips her own whiskey.
She's hardly an enemy.

this is much gayer than a quest

"That is true.."
>he sips his whiskey
"..mhh, good whiskey can make a grey day slightly less grey !!"

And you're much gayer than a faggot.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>Joins the battle, swinging his chainsword wildly

>Pratchett does not manage to strike at the creatures before cuts them down handily

Indeed, if only it weren't required that one must drink to brighten their days.
>Another sip

>She has barely drunk her cup.
>She seems vigilant.

w-well then...
>nods to Ragaa
thank you kindly
>straightens his jacket and welding goggles

There is no place for yer here, xeno!
No problem, sir Inquisitor. A good deed to stave off the judgment I deserve.

"Well, if one has joy in their lives..."
>he smiles and drinks the cup whole
"I realize that we sit here while our

Friends wait in the other room. Shall we join them?"

Certainly.
>Alice puts seven more glasses on a tray and then heads in to chat with their other comrades.

>Follows

>Kane follows and enters the room with tankers
"Hello, lads and lasses!"
>he tries to spot if Natalie and Lien are amongst them

Natalie is wrong i meant vic i am mentally retarded

>the base alarms continue to blare
>the servitors cameras have picked something else up

Hi Kane.
>Vic smiles, waving.
I'm glad to see you get along with the inquisitor

Come here sweeties...

>The Tankers are there at least, and are conversing amongst themselves, momentarily interrupted by a cheer as glasses of free whiskey are put in the middle of them.
>Afterwards, the group gets into a polite discussion on the subject of diplomacy.

>He smiles back
"Most certainly, my dear!"
>He gives her a quick hug
"How is our xeno friend adapting to the new enviroment?"

>Runs into the scene, cocking his shotgun
Sorry im late, apparently locking a surperior officer in the bathroom stall just before a xenos incursion counts as a "prank"

>He looks around
...too late?

>two guardsmen are lifted, screaming, into the air and crushed

>She Hugs back.

Well uhm... I can't really tell... because I can't really see her...

Rolled 17 (1d20)

uh, Lieutenant...
>points to the Dark Eldar.
over there
>charges at them with his power sword.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

Me' eye's fucky, right on it!

>he rushes into close range and opens fire on the xenos

Rolled 12 (1d20)

There you are!
Well, seems that yer don't need my help. With this one, at least.
>slashes the creature regardless

>There's movement on the shadows, albeit it disappears as quickly as it appeared.
>It followed a wave pattern.

>he smiles
"Ah, I see...well I shall have to ask her myself"
>he goes to the most desolate part of the ship with two glasses
"Lien?"

>She reveals herself at a shadowy corner away.

>he smiles
"Are you gonna chat with me or stand there menacingly?"
>he holds the two empty glasses up

Rolled 9, 9, 15 = 33 (3d20)

>the pain engine's armor does its job well. lasfire leaves nothing but score-marks, and chain-weaponry seems useless
>the inquisitor's power sword finds purchase in one of the gaps between armored plates, however, and gets a good hit in
>He seems to have drawn its ire, as it attempts to lift him into the air
>as it does this, it suppresses the rest of the men with splinterfire

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>being lifted into the air seems to do the trick in snapping the inquisitor out of his bloodrage.
>instead of screaming in anger he starts to scream in fear, slashing madly at the claws with his power sword.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>cocks the shotgun ( not lasgun )
>fires again

Fuck off back to the warp!

>She takes one
Well...

I am not suppossed to be here on the first place... but it gives me an opportunity window...

>Takes cover, grumbling to himself

Rolled 19, 14, 14 = 47 (3d20)

>Pratchett hits the creature in the arm, causing it to drop him

>if anything, shotgun shells are even less effective than lasguns against armor
>luckily, the lieutenant hits the pain engine where his armor is softest
>it's not clear whether it has an effect

>the engine swipes at Kelly and continues firing splinters to keep any guardsmen in cover

"So, Lien, any special liquid you would want the glass to be filled with?"
>he sits on a nearby stack of crates

That last berverage it was filled with on our last conversation... what was it?
>She opens her faceplate, letting the cloacking field shut down.

OH EMP-

>gets hit and flies trough the air, hitting the wall and colapsing into a pile of supplies

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>a stray splinter pierces Nathans arm causing him to cry out in pain.
you bastard!
>he does an upward sweep with his blade, trying to slice open the pain engine.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>Waits for a moment quietly
>He then charges towards the gun, intending to either destroy, reclaim or force the gun to point elsewhere
first to avoid fire, second to gun wrestling

Rolled 10 (1d20)

Typo... Well , here is the second roll

>"Ahh, tea.."
>he speaks in tau
>he pulls out a thermos with still warm tea in it
>he fills the cups and hands one to Lien, observing what hides behind the faceplate as he does so
"

Rolled 17, 19 = 36 (2d20)

>The engine's armor holds

>the guns is put temporarily out of commission
>As it turns out, trying to ride on the back of a pain engine is a bad idea, as it reaches up and attempts to grab hold of him

>it slashes at any guardsmen that attempt to come close

>She takes the cup, there's a small warm smile in it.
>She also speaks in Tau.
>"I have to admit. I don't know what you use to make this tea... but it's nice. We don't have Teas like these in the Tau Empire."

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>he picks himself up from the massive blow
Ough..juss another day in the office..

>he pulls the pin on a krak and throws it at the xenos monster
Grenade out!

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>Holds on to the gun, grinning
That all you got?!
>The strength of the claw is harming him, quite a lot in fact, but he tries to hold on regardless

>the grenade blows a hole in the monster's armor big enough to shoot through

>spots the grenade and jumps back, looking for cover
next time wait until the inquisitor is out of the way before tossing a krak grenade!

>for a moment, he gets lost in her eyes
>he blinks and smiles
>"Each empire has its delicacies, does it not?"

Yessuh!
>he runs up to the xenos monstrum and shoves his shotgun in the opening in the armor, pulling the trigger

>"Maybe... That's probably why they're destined to war, they're too different. And the Imperium is too... xenophobic in comparison to the Empire."

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>cocks and fire again

>he thinks for a second
>"Yes, unfortunately, most are...but not all"

>"You're a nice person. It is hard to find people like you or the crew of the tank in this imperium of yours..."
>She takes another sip.
>"Then again, if more people were like you guys, there'd be no war, only an unified empire."

>the creature shudders and falls to the ground, dead

>Ron sits in the transport up to the space battle over Terra, slapping his knees and humming along to a song only he can hear.

>he wonders where he's going, and what they want him to do when he gets there.

>Puts a foot on it's head and raises his hands in the air
Fock yeah!
One for the album, aye?

>the inquisitor starts laughing wildly at the display before patting James on the shoulder.
well done, very well done!

>No longer being pulled and crushed to death, he sighs
Tough bug. Tough bug indeed.

Thank ye sir

>he reloads the shotgun and sticks a lho-stick in his mouth lighting it

>meanwhile. On the other side of the base...
>The last dark Eldar raiders falls to the ground in a half burned heap. Smoke rising from the numerous crisp holes in its body.
>The other Scions would let out a small cheer, befite getting to work on clearing out the rubble.

>The Lander eventually -after dodging more than a few volleys of Lascannon shots and cannon rounds- lands in a shuttle bay of a Gloriana-Class Battlebarge and the passengers are quickly ushered out.
>Ron and a trio of others are told to head for the bridge, while the other three head for the Gun Decks.

>A small reinforcement ship arrives to the sector, completely ignoring the naval conflict on space to land directly on ground, bringing supplies, reinforcements, and... someone else...

>Ron steps onto the bridge, taking a moment to appreciate the absurd amount of archeotech he is surrounded by. The Adeptus Mechanicus would kill to be in his shoes, and he knows it.

>looking around for the Captain he says aloud
Wonder who is in charge of a ship like this...

>A small sigh would escape her lips as prys her hand off the Autocannon's trigger.
>Casting a glance towards her "one and only". Her eyes would glare daggers at the Feral worlder. Her cheeks puffed out, and her lips pursed together, as she turns her head away from him with a loud huff.
>Apparently she's still upset with him...

>Patrols the area, leaving a trail of cigarette butts as he calms himself

Right on ya pricks, give em to me, eye say, foken ell, il blow their bollocks off

>he cocks the shotgun and marches on, mumbling to himself

>"I am friendly to those that do not shoot me on sight"
>he smiles and sips his tea
>"This is the first time i saw you without the helmet"

...
>"Well... you're nice enough to know you won't shoot me. And we're away and in a dark room enough so I don't have to dissappear so suddenly if someone comes, I'll have time to retreat propperly..."

>Being in of the closer units to the arriving ship. Malak and the other Valkyries would stand at attention as they wait for the ship to unload it's contents.

>he tilts his head a bit
>"You trust me?"
>his smile slightly widens

Stormtroopers... good. At least this regiment will have someone of competence in it.

>Walks down the ramp.

Get everyone rounded up. Surprise Field Kit Inspection.

>The Scion commander would give a crisp salute.

>"At once, Commissar!"

>He'd turn to his men, before issuing orders for a broadcast to be made to the men and women of Theta Gamma.
>"Surprise field kit inspection, on the double!"