Started the whole thing looking for ‘insight’. Deluded, though he was happy. Now he’s like every other dead Marine saying LIFE IS GOOD BUSINESS AS USUAL.
But Pawn is different. He can’t say that he’s just a cheap heel, a predestined failure. For him there’s going to be no superhuman transcendence. It’s a slow, every day killing. In between fighting and digging holes, he’s just passing the time until he dies.
Oldstyle starts telling story about M31. Pawn remembers him on founding day as a loyalist Sarge. Nowadays, every aspiring champion, no matter what his colours were, was scared of Oldstyle. He scared Pawn amphetamine parrotless. Knows Oldstlye is deliberately living in a fantasy world. Babyhands was another sick beslubber. The children’s hands stapled to him never decayed. Like pressed flowers, he thought.
‘Dunno if he’s even alive. Can’t see any glowy amphetamine parrot on him. Maybe his mind is mashed. Maybe he got Hollow infestation.’
[Interjection from Inquisitor ==PURGED==]
‘Let's take one of your brain cells and possess it with a daemonic replica. That part of your brain is dead, but continues to more or less function. Every day we'll possess another brain cell, a slow and gradual process. The living cells will have time to be accustomed to the daemonic cells and by working in unison they will be able to complete things just as they always did and your development will continue seemingly unaltered from the original plan. What happens when all your brain cells are daemonic? To your CONSCIOUSNESS, you dig? The body will still be able to hold a conversation and react to stimulus exactly as you would have while alive, but would your world slowly become dimmer and dimmer until finally you felt like you were just a passenger in your own body going along for the ride, then an observer, and finally nothing?’
Scary amphetamine parrot.
And him? Missing arm that wasn’t missing. The inference, the hole whre the arm was in space, had become redefined by it’s absence. It hung, blue. A literal phantom limb. The warp was heavy on him now.
AAngle# was chained.
He spoke in a wash of code that no one could break with sanity intact. Sensing Pawn, he began the quasar hum. Pawn began strangling him. Spines erupted from AAngle#’s intangible flesh. His head opened like a rose petal.
Pawn stopped and grabbed the chain.
He began hauling him to the drop pod filled with similar berserk specimens. Oldstyle nodded, threw his last in, then smacked the door activation rune. Those inside fell silent.
Oldstyle’s quarter was filled with distorted dataslates, music wreathed in ambience and static. Pawn listened closer: percussion of beetles knocking in coffins, ovens cooling, irradiation of aether with aether. Neon tubes close to death, heart murmurs, mechanised guillotines snipping the heads off rows of toy soldiers, sheets of lead unfurling in empty underground car parks.
Oldstyle brought out his trophy rack and started reeling off names and dates from M32 onwards. Pawn continued browsing.
The dataslates were Imperial. That in itself wasn’t unusual. But it was all pop-culture stuff: TV, stories, songs, even hymnals. Stuff from home.
All of it had been cut up and rearranged into incomprehensibility .
‘After the Chapter defected, e swore he’d take Anomie down. Only the studded strap-on of a Scarusian space fleet stopped us. When we went back in M41, my 10th millennia, I couldn’t bear it. Too many memories.’
Pawn hadn’t noticed the knife in his neck. Oldstyle ripped it out, then grabbed him by the armoured collar and flung him into the wall. Pawn hit the bulkhead and bounced.
‘There wasn’t there anymore. So I did what I could and washed everything as bare as I was. Then I could see the PDF as targets. Then I could see the skinned kiddies as pieces of meat. Home-’
He composed himself.
‘-Anomie means amphetamine parrot to me.’
He socketed a power first.
‘You’ve made a tit of yourself.
So why don’t you beslubber off?’
Pawn scrabbled on the steel and ran out the door.
It was like he had done the worst of things for a laugh. The Emperor was dead. The Imperium was a joke. Humanity was an infected boil.
Nothing was sacred.
Nothing was profane.
Everything was permitted.
Oldstyle cared about not caring. He showed up all the errors and mistakes, he lived right out there without shoving anything up your soul.
If a mob or Ork Boyz swamped them, he’d follow him.
If a Carnifex barrelled through the Rhino, he’d follow him.
If beslubbering Marneus Calgar in terminator armour charged them, he’d follow him and then laugh about it afterwards.
Pawn had nothing better to do anyway.
Seriously, that started from a character desciption... I'll be continuing that story.
Had a 750 point battle versus Guard this week:
Winged DP - 130
8 CSM, AC with power fist, melta - 170
8 CSM, AC with power weapon, melta - 160
8 CSM, AC with power weapon, flamer - 155
5 Anonymous Chosen with a melta. Infiltrate, then Destroy. Attack. Die. - 105
Wiped 750 of mixed armour and infantry Guard (minus a Sentinel) and took around 75 points of damage.
I captured his objective and he had nothing on mine.
Chosen worked very effectively in infiltrating and blowing up his Russ. They later charged and disrupted his infantry line long enough for the 8 man w/power fist squad in a Rhino and Demon Princess to attack.
I swapped theChosen's flamer for a melta after dropping the MoS.. but that did bugger all against the front of a Russ. So krak grenades it was! They come highly recommended and will be used in future lists.
DP didn't see a lot of action as it was against a gun line, it only consumed a mere platoon of 20 Guardsmen.
Squad in Rhino did great things. Rhino cut incoming fire when doing a drive-by, got them quickly and safely into his deployment zone.
Two footslogging squads: Both with power weapons to save points.
The first squad was charged by a Sentinel and was held up from turn 3 onwards. Lack of a power fist really hurt me here. Did good things in gunning down a Rough Rider assault.
Second squad held my objective, and rapid-fire'd, and charged 25 Guardsmen moving to my objective into dust.
Star players were the cogs in a Chaos hate machine, the Chosen. Infiltrate lets you punish the enemy for anything. Another win for the Outsiders!