Field Kit Inspection: Pure Luck Edition

Cash ?

>He would whisper back.

It's just a place where stupid people can spend their life savings playing various games, in a vein effort to become incredibly wealthy.

For example; say you had thirty grains of rice. You could risk losing all your rice, in an effort to double, or perhaps even triple the amount of rice you have, by playing cards game, or rolling dice.

Well the imperials call them thrones, currency used for excange of goods and services

We ready, sah! Big gunz ok und 'nives pointy! What casino, though? It beer there?

Not going to happen, trooper. Also, WHERE IN THE BLOOD EYE OF TERROR, IS YOUR NAMR TAG!

CHARLIE SQUAD, SOUND OFF
VOX OPERATOR THEL
>AYE
FLAME TROOPER VESKON
>AYE
TROOPER KELL
>AYE
TROOPER KESH
>AYE
TROOPER ZWEIL
>AYE
TROOPER MARKON
>AYE
TROOPER DENON
>AYE
TROOPER SKRETON
>AYE
TROOPER CRENIK
>AYE
GUNNER SMALLES
>AYE
AND GUNNER KOOP
>AYE
EAGER FOR R AND R, SIR

Rolled 82 (1d100)

*roll to arm fortress*

Same with you, obvious feral world trooper, with green skin, a d dmgiant muscles! Where the hell is YOUR NAME TAG!

But that's stupid ? In the enclave all ressources are for the greater good effort, to risk all this for a microscopic chance of having more is illogical

Gosh darnit must have left it in the mess hall, brb

Some people chose to live that way. Not that many people other than nobles and planetary Governors can afford to, mind you.

Besides, it's supposed to be fun.

The chance is microschopic only if you don't know how to truly play honored biped, yes.

>Matthias would face palm at the sight.
>He had build that stupid thing, right in the middle of the hanger...

Rolled 71 (1d100)

You.... Approooovvveee.....
Make more...
*roll to build fortress extension*

>the adept would step out into the hangar, wearing a garish zoot suit and holding a briefcase
Nice fort there, hope you filled in the proper planning permission forms

Thankfully, he hasn't.

>Matthias would shake his head. Holding back the flood of anger, at the mutant xeno hybrid.
>"He's not worth it... He's not worth it, at all."

>put on civil clothes and a facial mask
With this I will blend more into this temple of perdition

Teeemporrraryy structuurrreee....
Not... need.... permission....

I don't care, I'm on vacation
Yeah, the more you try to blend in there, the less it works
>the adept adjusts the long feather on his wide brimmed hat, then checks the time on the pocket watch dangling from an impractically long chain from his trousers

>Brutus would start fiddling with the permissions of the auto turrets mounted to the two storey structure

>Checks fake cards and ID's
>Checks fake chips of the popular casinos
Hmm, yes, I'm read
VICTOR!
>A giant, black/green bug with blue eyes comes scuttling out of some corner with baggage

>in the bowels of the ship, away from prying eyes, a silvery portal shimmers to life
>out steps a lithe being, clad in dark armor and wearing a daemon-faced mask
>he wields a wickedly sharp glaive and some kind of flamer built into the glove of his left hand
>on his back are vials filled with a cocktail of various drugs
>he holds up his hand to view a hololith of Commissar Knochenmus
Time to get to work.
>he stalks off in the direction of the hangar

>The adept would feel a pair of arms wrap tightly around his metal body. A sweet smell in the air.
>It would be the Hospitaller, wearing regular civilian clothing, and smelling of peaches.

I hope you haven't forgotten, that you have a check-up with me, in one week, Viktor. We can't let those bionics of your's start acting up.
>She would plant a playful kiss on the side of the man's exposed flesh cheek, before backing off a few feet. A warm smile on her face.

It'll be nice to finally get away from all the blood and violence. If only for a few days.

When are we going to be on the planet ?

Imperial citizen! What are you doing in the hangar?

I am an aid assigned to Cpt Wyvern

Is this gonna be like that last time, where you were actually some dude that drugged me? Or is it gonna be like those other times that van Kleez screams about when he sleeps? Either way, I'll hit you with this briefcase.

Running back from the mess hall with my name tag, I bump into this Floyd Mandingo

> oh drek whatup you with those sisters of silence or whatever the regimental standard was telling us about

>Matthias would let out a sigh, before face palming at the interaction.
>"I'm surrounded by idiots..."

Do you need something my Capitan ?

Floyd Mandingo is just the file name.
>he presses a button on his neck armor
I am from an Imperial Death Cult, fellow guardsman. What is a... "sister of silence"?

>Illya would pretend to pout at the man's words.

That's not a nice thing to say. Especially to the woman who saved your life, not three weeks ago.
>Her lips would curve into an actual frown, at the mentioning of van Kleez, and his lies.
Don't mention that stupid jerk. I hope he gets kicked out of, and banned from every casino, before getting stabbed in an alley.

>Her face would return to a pleasant smile.

Anyways. I just wanted to joke around. I feel like I've been mopping around for far too long.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

*brutus would try and cheer Matthias up*
*roll to carve Matthias face into the side of the fort, Mount Rushmore style*

"No, you are surrounded by the God Emperor's children, and it would do you some good to know your place, man."
>The 8ft space marine appears out of nowhere.
"I knew those stealth missions would come in handy one day.
"A sista of slience, is the god emperors null children, they protect the golden throne."

post

That's a bloody lie, and you know it.

Lieutenant Rias Wyvern is my assigned adjutant. Not this man. I would know, I hand picked her myself.

>Looks at the floating portal
"Hmmmm, looks like heresy."

Rolled 48 (1d100)

By the Emperor, what is that abomination? Allrigh charlie squad, begin planting your explosive upon the building. Lance missile team? You will be our detonator.
>roll to plant in significant areas

... Why did you carve The Commissar's face into the side of a group of Prometheium barrels?

Nevermind... I'll just become infuriated.
sorry about that. Normally when I green text a quote, it's a mental thought. Not something I've spoken outloud.

"Where do you need me, sergent? My skills are at your command."

I don't know what are you talking about
>whispering
By the Eights can you do me a favor for once

*brutus would chuckle before taking refuge in the fortress, safe in the knowledge that the explosives were not set correctly and would not be able to bring down the entire structure*

>Lets just pretend he's a latent psyker for now
"Hmmmm, what was that captain?"
>The battle brother would march over to where the cpt. was standing and loom over him.

It..... was meant to be you.....
To... makeee..... you stop.... frowning.....

would it be to much hastle to join you on this expedition?

>the wizend old man looks about for someone to answer his question.......all these boltcatchers look the same for some reason

Creepy slags who never talk but apparently "fuck" psykers, whatever they mean by this

"Well mutant, all it did was serve to deface the God Emperor's property, and unless you can repair that, vagrantcy. You shall be purged."
>Looks at the abhuman
"your are correct in assuming that we'd need the house's help for this venture as well."

>He would subtly step on the Xeno's boot, while whispering.

The fact that you're alive right now, is already quite the favour. Granting you the favour of being on my command staff, is like asking the God-Emperor to lick your boots clean.

Ignore it, Sergeant. We're about to transition out of the Warp. And I would rather you not blow a massive hole in the hanger.

*would adjust the friend or for parameters to attack anyone threatening the structure or Brutus himself*
Yes...

Sure, but not until after you file out the appropriate paperwork. That you get from someone that's not me. I'm on vacation. Leave me alone
Yeah, ok, that's great I guess. Can you tell, I don't know, not me that?

>Matthias would seem a bit horrified by the man's sudden arrival.

S-shouldn't you be navigating the ship through the Warp?

Rolled 34 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

Hmm where is my usual table?
Eh doesn't matter
>Places some rags on Victor
>Places some pieces of papar
COME ON GET YOUR OWN GUIDE TO NEVEDA PRIME, YOU WON'T SURVIVE WITHOUT ONE
>Roll to convinve people to buy it, +20 because stryx merchant

I-I-I B-but sir...
T-that is against the c-c-chain of comand-mand

>looks at the captain.
"Captain, am I correct in assuming that you are suffering the xeno to live?"
"Look here, mutant, I will spare you for now, because this regiment needs the man power, but if I ever see any, defacement like that again I will not hesitate to introduce your melon you my melon smasher."
"What is command really? Hell the last time I showed up, noone was in command."

>Trooper thel and Skreton walk over
Hmmm, wed like some. How much?

>Matthias would shake his head.

I'd purge him if I were allowed. But the Commissar forbid such an action, on the penalty of death, for friendly fire.

Immm the.... kiinnggg.... of the... castle.....

what house? I am only doing this for myself. why can I not have some fun of my own rather than for my houses pride hmmm

>the old man pokes the marine in the chest with his walking stick

why back in my day there was some merit in having fun for yourself why back on vega 3 there was.........

>he continues with his story about a ork wagghhh and nobility for 13 minutes......many guardsmen fell asleep

"Trooper! I am afraid that being an astartes doesn't pay much, so I was wondering if you could buy me a guide,please."
>The space marine kneels and pleads with the trooper.
"I really need that guide, guardsmen."

Rolled 53 (1d100)

Honored troopers, it would cost...
>Roll for cost
You honorable astartes get one for free, yes
>Hnds out a guide

Rolled 16 (1d20)

"Well, I do not see a large hat boucing up and down, do you?"
>Raises plasma pistol at Hanzo.
"Suffer not the alien to live."
>and depresses the trigger
"That was a nice story navagator, I liked the part where no space marines showed up to actually stop the ork waagh."
"Thank you kind."
>Stares at Ars'andog
"Kind...animal."
>Takes guide.

Also I'm extremely friendly and would help you at the peril of my own life such is the teaching of the greater good

>Dodge the shot
I am not your enemy my lord

*would be waiting for orders on who to make the turrets fire at*

>it would be at this point, that the Regiment's strike crusier, the Eagle's Fury, would transition back into reality around the planet "Neveda Prime".
>Should one look outside the ship's view ports, they would seem a large ball of desert covered world, with hundreds of ship's continually entering and leaving its surface.
>Stretching up from the planet's surface, and into orbit, would be a masisve orbital elevator, shuttling hundreds of tons of ore, and thousands of people into and from orbit.
>Upon the planet's surface, would be a large city, that would barely register as a hive. The lone settlement, and capital known as Vegus Las.
>Within a short amount of time, the Eagle's Fury would dick with the massive orbital elevator. Allowing it's population to leave the ship, and spend the next eight hours riding a tram down to the planet's surface, should they so wish.
>Meanwhile, dozens of Tech-priests, and their servitor slaves, would begin entering the ship, to effect it's immediate repairs.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>Jumps out of hanger bay
"YEEEEHAWWWW!!!'

Shoot at no one

Hmm great, come Victor
>Hooded figure alongside a giant beetle enter the elevator

*would leave his fortress and lumber over to the exit, leaving a dozen confused techpriests to figure out how to disassemble the fort without detonating all of the Prometheum barrels*

Rolled 17 (1d20)

"Sure xeno, you'd like that huh?"
>Takes a couple of pot shots ith his pistol at the hooved alien.
"Dance xeno dance!"

*humm a Merry tune*
Well this Sept is gigantic

>Picks up xeno
"No, you aren't gonna scout out my planet for your, greater good."
>Restrains the xeno with a bear hug
"Alright lets give you to the magos biologi they'd love it."

>Matthias would let out a sigh of relief, as he takes his seat on the tram.

This isn't a fully populated Hive world. The city below us, probably has only a few tens of millions of people. Praetoria has a few tens of billions per hive, and dozens of hives upon its surface.

>He would eat his head against the comfortable head rest, as he awaits the six hours it will take for the tram to reach the surface.

>Shrug it off
I would advise to let me off I have a pact with the commissar as a sanctioned xeno, okay ? So take a chill pill alright ?
Well it remind me of Da'lyth, the twin jewels of T'au, very pleasant sept to serve in

"....san..sancationed x..xeno."
>The marine would start vibrating in his seat in the tram
"HOOOOO!! FUCKING KHOCHEY!!"

Rolled 13 (1d100)

Oh, we have...
>roll

Erm...you know honored troopers, you can get them for...your power packs,yes

>13 thrones.
"Poor troopers, turns out I didn't need my guide anyway, so you're welcome to take mine instead, for free."

"No, merchant, these troopers need their power packs!"

T-t-than-k-k you ade-dept.

Capitain Wyvern how is Praetoria ?

Please, call me Admantomus, and you are?

Hmm one guide for an entire squad?
Will it be enough honorable troopers,yes?
They will get new ones before the next battle anyways, honorable astartes

But, this is Nevada prime, merchant, you'll never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.

We were there almost three months ago for repair and refit. He'll, you were there at the time.

If you ander into the wrong aley then yes, but they are guardsmen anyways and a las-pistol is enough to scare away the rubble, honorable astartes.
They can trade in their helmets instead, yes

Hey, I'm from here you dick, stop shit talking it

I request you simply give them a guide then.
>Levels plasma pistol at the greedy merchant
Choose your next words with exceptional care.

Well if you are from here, then you know that the great goff rocka Elbus led his waaagh here and guess who stopped it, my chapter the Silver Redeemers!

Adept, may I inquire as to whats happening?