Inquisitorial Penal Regiment Veeky Forums: Clear Cut Jungles Edition

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FAQ:
>Why don't you guys move to quest?
We're not a quest that's why. Quests are directed by a single GM giving choices to the players, this is completely freeform.

>Then what the fuck is this?
Somewhat of a campaign of crack-infused free-form roleplay set 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Sure, just think of a character and have fun, you can find most info in 1d4chan albeit it's ussually a little bit out of date in comparison to where the threads are.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.

Alright, heads up maggots and Grox heads, cause our orders just came in directly from Inquisitor Saerkaru not five minutes ago!

All of from Theta Gamma, as well as the majority of The 277th Orvustillian Mechanised Infantry Regiment, are to be prepped and ready to combat in five minutes! Inqusitor Saerkaru wants us hunting down some Eldar!

Oh boy....he's got -everyone- hunting them down....this is going to be a clusterfuck.

>Deckard sighs
>he looks for the Anya, maybe she has more good guns
"Guess it's time"
>Kane goes to the tankers, cheerfully skipping
"Who's up for for some good 'ol family fun?"

>Salutes and wraps tighter in his coat, going back towards his tent to prepare for the hunt

>>The Tankers are all gathered around their tank, including Anya who looks.......-very- tired, but equally happy as she pulls on a cap and a headset.
You mean floating off into the Jungle to hunt the ponces? Aye, ready as we'll ever be. Course we'll need to bring some extra drones online to even have a -chance- at finding them.
>As he says this, Oddball tosses Kane a Pulse Carbine and some ammo for it.

>the Amaterasans gear up and report to the parade ground

>he steps out of his tent with his lasgun and waits outside

>Having no drinking or smoking habbits he stands there and waits, making sure his uniform is as clean as it can get

>Kane grabs and steps closer to Anya
"Someone had a good time, methinks..."
>he whispers and smiles

>The Tankers give the man waves as they mount the tank

>"I-I did...." The girl gives him a tired smile and drops down into the tank.
Miss Rider can certainly go for a while....good thing our girl can too.

>he mind talks to Anya
"Did you use the...tricks?"
>Deckard runs towards the tank
"Oi, miss Laski! Got any of 'dem...finer las guns to spare?"

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>He scans the imperial base, holding the long ranged weapon

>adjusting the scope he scours the open area for the highest ranking human to do some vengance upon the savages

>He lies hidden in a tall tree outside the base, scope on the commanding man, whom they all listen to.

>He pulls the trigger

>"U-Um....we d-do...." Anya grabs a rifle and offers it to the man...

>At least until the shot rings out, when the Crewmen drop fully into their hatches.
Button up! Anyone know where that shooter fired from?!

>One moment the Officer would be issuing orders for a squad of men to board a chimera Transport; and the next, there would be a large, fist sized hole where his heart once was.
>His last thought before his body falls to the ground, and his soul goes to the Emperor's side...
>"Who's gonna take care of Kellan..."

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>he looks as Jericho is pierced by the shot and turns his head towards

>he attempts to determine where the shot came from

I cant see it, did anyone spot the shooter?

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>Kane gets a twisted smile on his face
"Let's see if I still have any regeneration left in me"
>rolling to spot where the shot came from

>He can see the glympse of the scope and robes as the eldar jumps to the ground of the tree

Rolled 56 (1d100)

One moment Sergeant Major, we'll send up some Drones.
>The Tankers do indeed send up a trio of Marker Drones to spot the enemy.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

"There!"
>he fires the pulse carbine at him with a wild grin
"Where are you running you pointy eared bitch!?"

>the drones lock onto the eldar as it starts to move into the jungle, its mission complete

he misses the swift eldar

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>The Inquisitor, without Power Armour and dressed rather unremarkably, jogs over to the Lieutenant's body and scoops it up, before taking him to an empty area, probably an empty Chimera. Once there, she'd set the body down, and focus her will on trying to repair the damage the ranger inflicted.
Come back Lieutenant, it is not yet your time....

Rolled 32 (1d100)

Do not let it get away!
>he runs into the junge after it
>Roll to catch up to the eldar

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>he runs after him while he's still in his sight
>fires again
"Guess the hunt's beggining!"

Rolled 4, 16, 16, 7 = 43 (4d20)

>Yamato points up at the ridge and shouts something in his native tongue
>four Amaterasans pull out their portable mortar devices and begin bombarding the ridge

>the shot flies trough the folliage and hits the Ranger in the back
>it sumbles and falls, trying to get up

>Being static from the wound it can only look up as one of the mortar shells lands right ontop of it

>the drones sensors see the eldar expand and drip off nearby trees, deceased

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>The Inquisitor groans in discomfort when the psychic backlash results in her smacking her head off the back of the chair, but she presses on.
I mean it you, getting shot in the chest by Aliens doesn't mean you get a free ticket, I should know.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>he sees as the eldar is splattered and stops running to catch his breath
Good ri-

>he hears whistling
oh emperor..

>he dives to cover to dodge the mortar shell

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>he was not quick enough
>rolling for damage, the lower, the less damage

>his body gets ripped in half from the mortar explosion, his upper half flies trough the air and lands in the folliage

>he lays on his back and gasps for air

>he runs after the bomb fell towards the corpse, he sees Guerre
"FUCK!"

>Despite her best efforts, the scarred man's wound will simply not heal. There simply isn't enough for the Inqusitor to work with.
>His bloody hand would reach out and touch her cheek, as if he were trying to desperately grab hold of something.

As his hand slowly slides off her cheek, leaving a dark crimson stain upon her face, his last words before he goes to meet to Emperor echo out---

Protect.... Kellan.... Please....

>he puts his carbine around his back and picks him up
"STAY WITH ME, SIR! DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING BLEED OUT ON ME!"
>he runs towards the base

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>The Hammerhead floats through the jungle to Guerre's position....the position of his top half anyway....and two of the Crew clamber out carrying medical supplies, including the distraught cat who sometimes does things.
>She and Vana do their best to patch up his wounds.

A-alice? Y-you can save him right?

I...I don't know, I can maybe try again....but unless we can get an extra heart from somewhere.....I simply don't know.
>She grabs that hand and looks down at the man.

>Is "scouting" in the forest
>More accurately, avoiding combat as he prepares several crude traps
>Hearing the explosion, he halts
... They should be fine... They better be fine...
>He runs toward the noise, abandoning his incomplete creation

Who's... who's Kellan?

>Ragaa steps in eldar mush

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>Kane may or may not run into the Tankers, and they may or may not drag the man along with Guerre into the Tank to work on him. "C-Come on....y-you can't die yet...you o-only just got back. A-And you're nice, and if you die, your replacement might b-be some f-fuckboy who treats us like d-dirt...."

>Yamato and his men stand still on the parade ground, as if awaiting inspection

by the HagĀ“s bog, they sure did clean up well...
>Continues on his way

>Walks over the battlefield, holding a half-munched muffin on her hand.
You know, the Mon'Keigh do know how to cook...

>She drops it and looks towards the trees before yelling:

Alright Craftworlders, here's your Eldarith Ynneas sister, the real deal of our kin, the superior version of yourselves that hasn't given up on the old ways, stop shooting these mon'keigh please? You're going to ruin the kitchen.

>He manages to hang onto life by a hair's thread, gripping hard onto the closest person with his hands as he grits his teeth in shock and pain from suddenly loosing half of his body

>50661779
"You're gonna live...ain't gonna let a man who stood by my side die that easily, ya hear? The Imperium needs you still, now LIVE!"

>Kane goes to retrieve the soulstone
>sees her
"Umm...are you on our side?"

I'm with inquisitor Wellesley.

>That person would be Anya, given that she's working on him. "I-I......l-look at me, w-we'll....um....we'll.....d-do our best....u-um....we'll do our best to f-fix you up...

>Or it might be Kane.

Oh dear... He going to be okay?

>he falls back and pants, looking down at his exposed greivous wound

By th.. empe..ror...

>he looks pale

"Ah! The inquisitor seems to attract a variety of colleagues, me being a recent one"
>he bows to her, almost careless of the danger, a bit annoyed
"Uhsurkar Kane, former slaaneshi"

>She likewise bows.
Kara. Eldarith Ynneas.
Kabalite Trueborn

>he picks the soulstone up, covered in blood, Guerre's and eldar
"So...how do you feel about shooting your own kin?"

>Anya is currently doing her best to heal that wound. "I-I.....it's okay...w-we'll fix that...s-somehow..."

Hm? Why should I feel any different than shooting another target?

>he closes his eyes, unconcious

I....have no idea. One of the men maybe? Need to check the roster.

"Well, unless your usual feeling is perverse satisfaction, then no."
>he handles the soulstone
"I have a feeling we'll be doing a lot of that today"

Is he okay to move?
>That gets Oddball a small nod, the Felinid not taking her eyes off Guerre and his various injuries.
Well....we'll talk to the Cogboys, maybe they can.....grow back his bits.
>And with that, the Tank floats back to base, gracefully as it left.

>he is unconcious but alive, face twitching in his sleep as he is haunted by bad dreams

Huh.

Alice brought me here to inspect why were my kin attacking so I think she doesn't want bloodshed.

I'll handle it.
>She brings out a datapad, looking for any Kellans on the regiment.

"Eh, understandable. But I doubt they're this near the base...but what do I know?"
>he rubs his chin
"Hmmm...stopping bloodshed does seem appealing, may I assist you in any way?"

Maybe.
Do you have any muffin?

"I'm afraid not...or..."
>he searches the inside of his long coat, pulling out a neatly wrapped and covered muffin
"And I'm sure there's some in the base"
>he gives her the muffin and starts walking
"Care to join me back to the base?"

>She gets out of her helmet and munches the muffin.
'Kay. Albeit I am to depart to investigationing when Inquisitor Wellesley does.

>The Tank enters the base and moves over to Medical, to transfer Guerre to the care of people with -official- training and stuff.
>Anya is....rather distraught.

>he nods
"Sure thing, mate"
>he walks back to the base

>His hands open and close as he grabs for something, gasping with every breath

>Runs through the corridor.
I came as soon as I heard the news... are you all alright?!

>he runs up behind her and hugs her tightly when he gets back
"He'll be fine, dear"

So what do you mon'keigh do on these penal regiment thingies? Rape children or something funnier than that to make people hate you so much?

>She's saying all that very casually

>Anya takes one of his hands and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

Luckily, we didn't get hit, but...not everyone shared out luck.
>Oddball hops out of the tank.

Aye, I think we got to him in time.

Oh a kitten!

>Looking through the list would be quite the challenge in and of itself. Mostly due in part to the fact that 65% of the names listed have been KIA or MIA for nearly six months or more.
>But eventually she'd find it.

>"Aadenberg, Kellan. Sex: Male , Hair colour: Sandy Brown, Eye Colour, Green, Height: 1'04", Weight: 12.8 Lb, Age, 0, Home World, N/A"

>his hand squeezes back, holding hers
>his thrashing around calms down

>he looks at her with a not now look
>she does, however, hear a loud whistle
"I thought we were fighting eldar!"

Uuuuuuh...

A-alice?

There must be an error here, does this report say Age Zero?

>Anya's head snaps up at that remark, and she looks like a grox caught in the headlights of a tank.

>She hugs her close, defensively after noticing the dark eldar..

"Uhmm...she's one of Alice's"

It....must be an error?
>Alice gives up on trying to convince herself of that, and just sighs.
Where are we going to find someone who knows how to take care of a baby in this place?

Can I pet her head? I'll even give her a bit of my muffin!

>he approaches the eldar, hands on hips, looks up with his dark shades and an iho stick in his mouth
"Aren't you supposed to be raping someone?"

We could take care of him!
>Her eyes shine as she says this and she holds her fists over her chest level, totally decisive.
It will be like our little inquisitorial child! We could raise him on the ship and I'm sure Lira would love to go out and play with him when he grows up!

>She's probably getting her hopes up a bit too much.

Oh! We'll need to start saving up for his studies! He can't just go around the galaxy without those!

I SHALL TAKE CARE OF THE CHILD!

>The priest enters the room wearing his priestly robes, a chainsword and a bald head with a youthfull face

>She leans back, placing her weight on the man.
It's not rape if they're dead.

Aren't you suppossed to be...

>She stops to think.
>Looks up to the other Kane

What is it you Mon Keigh do all the time appart from dying horribly?

>"P-Please stop....I-I'm a p-person...just like e-everyone else...." Anya looks like the flashbacks be kickin' in, while the other Tankers climb out of the Tank as well.

>Moves Anya behind her and looks entirely mad as she firmly looks at the eldar.
You heard her, she's not a pet.

>Kane:
"D-hmm...pretty sure that's all we do"
>Deckard smirks
"Ah, I'd love to, but I afraid I'm a but busy at the moment"
>he puffs a smoke circle

We're not taking care of a child, period. Nevermind a -baby-. Don't be daft.
>Alice's expression is entirely resolute.
It's a horrible id-

>Alice turns to look at the Priest.
I.....hello father, um....we don't even know where the child -is- yet.

>Sounds entirely happy, and uncaring to whathever negative waves are flying around
That doesn't mean she isn't cute! I just wanted to comb her hair, looks soft,
>She smiles
But 'kay if you two are going to be no-funners here, have my muffin.
>She puts her helmet back on right after giving Anya her muffin.

Funny. I thought you had a free moment given you were groping my hips, but well if you're busy I'll just keep on my way.

Then allow me to introduce myself, since i am new!

>he points to his nametag

Jonathan "Peepers" Valos, at your service!

>he bows

I came to serve in my father's regiment to follow in his footsteps, in the name of the holy undying emperor, our LORD!

>Anya blushes terribly, and ends up with a muffin. "T-Thank you?". The rest look confused, first insulting, then giving a muffin.

>She looks down, a bit sad.
B-but Alice we're like the best mothers possible...

"Now, now, I didn't say what I was busy with, did I?"
>he chuckles
"Maybe I have a deathwish, and maybe I thought of no better way than this. Or...maybe I just think you're cute"

Which among filthy heretics drank my booze?

>Vic doesn't know what to do out of this herself

Who the warp is that girl even?

>looks at Anya
"I'm guessing that's...Deckard"

Well I tend to bite and rip out skin on bed.
Also if you're not satisfiying enough I'll turn you around and get the strap-on