Faction: Aquil Lejens (Yes, that is how they are spelled. Also... +1000cp): Imperial Guard, but with terrible spelling after all of these years and slightly better at combat.
No Abilities.
Equipment: Hax. Armsman - 10 Service Pistol (-50cp): Simple description. A pistol who's father was a shotgun that fucked a second bigger shotgun that then drank while pregnant. Need I say more?
Plasma Gun (-200cp): Pre-Heresy Plasma Gun that will not blow up in my hands, has 100 shots per flask, and is obviously more advanced. A miniature sun that won't kill me? Wonderful!
Eldar Guardian Armor (0cp):Given to me by Carwyn. So kind of them... Odd that it is perfectly built for me, though.
Current CP: +250
Ah, Shit… This is
Worse Than Gears of War!
I gasped
sharply as consciousness returned to me, my body heaving and twitching as the
space around me shifted. It was as if I was going somewhere that I had not
planned on, that something went terribly wrong. I eventually regained my senses
as a rather attractive being stood in front of me. It was obvious, both by the
being and the darkness surrounding me that something was off. After going
through my head for a moment and eventually forced my will to shatter the
psychic illusion.
I found
myself standing on the hard, metal paneling of a Space Hulk, an extremely large
ship that could almost hold enough to make up a city and are normally made of
fused ships. In this case it was just a fucking massive ship. Before I could
really gather myself, all I heard was ‘At least the Mon-keigh can free himself
of psychic intrusions’. I turned around and that being from before was looking
at me. I would state the gender, but even I couldn’t tell if they were male or
female… By the appearance of the hallway that I found myself in, the insignias,
and the Eldar who stood in front of me, it was rather obvious that I was in the
Warhammer 40k universe… It took a moment, but I did finally speak.
All that
came out of my mouth was a long, deep, echoing “FUCK!”, the Eldar glancing my
way with one of sheer distaste. It took a few minutes for me to catch up with
myself and the situation. Seems I had dropped straight into space with nothing
but a pair of pants and none of my usual equipment. No powers, no equipment…
just my pants. The Eldar’s name was Carwyn, a Warlock, who was kind enough to
save me before I perished in safe.
He… She…
They gave me a set of guardian armor that I slipped into after a bit of
adjustment. I would have taken the shuriken catapult they offered me, but I
refused it. The fact that the armor seemed to be made for me was a little… odd…
and, while I realized that shooting monomolecular disks was quite amazing, they
seemed to lack a weapon. I did not count their psionics, even if they did
obviously possess them. ‘Why are you leaving behind your helmet, Tadek? I don’t
think your kind can stand to lose any more brain cells.’ As Carwyn spoke, I tossed
aside my helmet and started to move deeper into the space hulk. “No need.
Besides… Haven’t you noticed that people without helmets live longer around
here?” They picked up the helmet with a huff and followed along.
The air was
crisp, felt artificial in a way because of the atmosphere scrubbers and
millennia of the air being recycled did not help anything. Dust laid across
every inch of the hallways that I went along. We thankfully did not run across
anyone, but it seemed as if we were being led somewhere. I realized that as the
industrial atmosphere was slowly replaced with luxury, the various bulkheads
creaking, the machinery screeching whenever it was forced to activate and to
move.
Eventually
the Eldar and I came out onto the bridge of the ship, a shriveled man that
appeared to be connected to a cybernetic throne glanced toward us with a weak,
but otherwise cheerful smile. His desiccated lips slowly moved to form words,
his voice barely a whisper. ‘Ah, fellow travelers of the void. You came to… to
set me free… haven’t you?’
I grinned
slightly and gave a small bow of my head. “Commander.” I sat down and spoke
with him for a long period of time, Carwyn, who I nicknamed Carry to annoy them,
standing nearby as we spoke. Lord-Captain Draken Grigobretz was his name and he
told me much about the ship and who resided within, among what he had seen in
his innumerable years upon this ship. He spoke primarily of how he wished for
the Light of Terra, the name of the space hulk, to return to the stars and move
once again.
Once he
mentioned that I could pick from his wall of weapons, he called them trophies,
I stood up and started to sift through what I could use. He described each of
the tribes that ran through the ship like ants, one of which was currently
allied with us apparently because of the Commander. The Aquil Lejens were their
name and they were obviously remnants of the Imperial Guard that had been on
the ship. I slipped this monster of a pistol onto my hip as he told me of the
Kin of Iron, the kin of the tech priests from what I could tell… They will be
needed. The Pale Sons, the Void Walkers… They know the ship inside and out,
along with the fact that they each have strengths that make traversing the ship
much, much easier than it would be otherwise. They will be needed.
The Wargars
and Redeemers, though. Extremely violent to anyone and, while their abilities
might be useful, such as the Redeemers extremely large size, they may have to
be killed. I might be able to convince them, but I may simply have to…
exterminate them… to make things work. I slung a pre-heresy Plasma Gun over my
shoulder where I could simply pull it out in an instant, if needed. Thankfully,
this seemed a little more advanced… Otherwise I would have left it. I don’t
need this thing blowing up in my face.
“So… We
just got to get this thing to work again, hmm? I need the tech priests and a
few others. Shouldn’t be too difficult. The Wargars and Redeemers, however, may
need to be killed off to avoid deaths. I shall see how things go when that time
comes around. Come along, Carry… We have to go meet up with the tribe that is
actually with us.” I stated as I picked up a few of the plasma flasks and set
them along my hip.
‘Of course.
Hopefully they won’t slow us down. I want to get off this hunk of metal… Would
rather not be stuck with you for long.’ The Eldar stated as we wandered off
toward the barracks of the ship, which was sadly positioned only a short
distance from the ammo stores where the Wargars resided. Due to the size of our
party and the equipment we possessed, it wasn’t too difficult to slip past any
opposition and meet up with the Comsar.
“Alright.
Just let me do the talking… Humans don’t tend to enjoy being insulted. I don’t
but, I just realize that you can’t take a hit and probably won’t get out of
here alive.” I stated to my companion as we walked toward the Comsar. ‘As if
your kind could even hit me. You don’t even live long enough for proper
training.’ Now in contact with him, the Eldar and I explained our plan. We were
to make our way down toward the engine room where the Kin of Iron resided and explain
to them our intentions and, hopefully, convince them to side with us and our
task. Second would be the Void Walkers on the fringes of the “steel caverns”
that was the ship as they knew out to survive. Should be a simple task if we
promise them shelter and a brighter future. The Pale Sons would be third… but,
we would have to see how they should be handled. Either they help us or we will
have to evict them. As far as the Wargars and Redeemers… They will have to go,
if we cannot convince them to work with us. We may be able to simply convince
them to attack one another, which would make the situation much, much easier.
Once I was
able to convince the Comsar to provide me with a squad, I explained the current
step to them. We were to go deeper into the ship and speak with the Kin of Iron
about repairing and restarting the ship that they take care of. Just enough to
get it to the nearby station. This was not a violent mission and I did my best
to stress that to them. “Look, keep this in mind. We are to avoid combat… We do
not want to incite any further battles down the line until we are prepared and
have reinforcements from the other tribes.”
One of the squad members made a
comment that the Wargar will probably attack just because they wanted to. While
I did have to agree, I didn’t want to fight them just yet. With our plan
together, we set off toward the one working mag-lift in this portion of the
ship. I allowed them to take point while I and Carwyn took up the rear, weapons
at the ready. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too difficult, but considering the
proximity of everything, I doubted that it would be easy. Besides… It was 40k…
Things were never without battle and bloodshed.
A epic quest begins.
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