“So then, a member of the Astra Millitarium?”
“Yes, Cadian 8th, Castellen's own, Abbadon was attacking and I was on the front lines of defense, I didn’t even get looked at. They just swept through us without taking enough care to find an opponent. The last thing I saw was golden light falling from the sky and then I suddenly appear here. Unlike you, it seems that I instantly knew most things about the Omniverse. So tell me, how did you die?” 13 had enabled his emotions to make Perkins feel less nervous and it turned out that was actually from 13’s future. “I was sent to kill the beast, if you haven’t heard about them they were a group of 6 orks who threatened even Holy Terra.” Perkins scoffed at the mere thought, “I was sent to assassinate him and here I am. If it makes you feel better, the last thing I saw was a metric fuck ton of screaming green mushroom people.” Perkins chuckled a bit, they seemed to be friends at the least. They stepped out of the elevator and towards a guns and ammo shop. “Not sure if they’ll stock your kind of bullets but lasguns are fairly common around here so may as well get them.” 13 walked up to the shopkeep who kept on looking up from a piece of paper along with a vial and talking to any human wearing a red robe. Before the alarms in 13’s mind could go off and he could run, the shopkeep turned to him and asked a question; “Your name 13-Jzall?”
“Yes, yes it is.” 13 stammered, “could I ask how you know that?”
“A metal lookin fella came round here this mornin and told me to give this to you.” He held out the vial which was filled with necrodermis. 13 gingerly picked it up and read the note:
Hi 13, you probably don’t know me but trust me, I basically saved the galaxy at the expense of a planet. Uncork the vial and you might realize what’s going on. It also works as an amazing ammo enhancement.
Cheers, Trazyn
13 almost immediately regretted reading the message. It seemed that one of the more common necron overlords had found his way into here and had somehow recognized him as a valuable prime and had wanted to help him for some reason. The only way that could’ve happened would be that he had found an archmagos with 10 000 years of…… Oh, him. 13 didn’t care if he had become the fucking FABRICATOR GENERAL, he was DEAD TO HIM. 13 went to the firing range to clear his head. He saw Perkins melting through targets when 13 took out his revolver, thought for a moment, and poured some of it into his gun and fired. The resulting bullet took out most of the targets, the wall and still managed to pierce through 3 more walls. Needless to say someone has a botched tattoo and someone else’s 15 minutes probably didn’t end the way they expected. Perkins watched and immediately called 13 over. “Maybe it’s time we go do our ‘cleaning up’ job, eh?” They dashed off to the elevator and quickly pressed down before anyone could see them. “Indeed.” And so they quickly headed out and to the elevators. 13 asked an important question. “What chapter of Astates are we facing?” Perkins thought for a moment and then answered “I don’t know, but they’re a kind of yellowish…. red, maybe?”
“So imperial fists, well fuck. Completely unrelated question; how many turrets are there.” Perkins started looking off into the distance and spoke in a soft tone. “It was as if they had turned the hallways into an army, the empty rooms into traps and their escape routes into ambushes.”
“Don’t worry, if I get my way it’ll be quick, in and out. No need for anything like that. If we do get spotted the machine spirits will recognize me and hopefully bow down. Hopefully.” Perkins let out a weak smile and leaned against the elevator. “If we get out of this, I’d rather we stay friends 13.”
“Me too.” The elevator opened to a small group of guardsmen corpses and a space marine with what appeared to be either an arrest warrant or a death warrant.
“Yes, Cadian 8th, Castellen's own, Abbadon was attacking and I was on the front lines of defense, I didn’t even get looked at. They just swept through us without taking enough care to find an opponent. The last thing I saw was golden light falling from the sky and then I suddenly appear here. Unlike you, it seems that I instantly knew most things about the Omniverse. So tell me, how did you die?” 13 had enabled his emotions to make Perkins feel less nervous and it turned out that was actually from 13’s future. “I was sent to kill the beast, if you haven’t heard about them they were a group of 6 orks who threatened even Holy Terra.” Perkins scoffed at the mere thought, “I was sent to assassinate him and here I am. If it makes you feel better, the last thing I saw was a metric fuck ton of screaming green mushroom people.” Perkins chuckled a bit, they seemed to be friends at the least. They stepped out of the elevator and towards a guns and ammo shop. “Not sure if they’ll stock your kind of bullets but lasguns are fairly common around here so may as well get them.” 13 walked up to the shopkeep who kept on looking up from a piece of paper along with a vial and talking to any human wearing a red robe. Before the alarms in 13’s mind could go off and he could run, the shopkeep turned to him and asked a question; “Your name 13-Jzall?”
“Yes, yes it is.” 13 stammered, “could I ask how you know that?”
“A metal lookin fella came round here this mornin and told me to give this to you.” He held out the vial which was filled with necrodermis. 13 gingerly picked it up and read the note:
Hi 13, you probably don’t know me but trust me, I basically saved the galaxy at the expense of a planet. Uncork the vial and you might realize what’s going on. It also works as an amazing ammo enhancement.
Cheers, Trazyn
13 almost immediately regretted reading the message. It seemed that one of the more common necron overlords had found his way into here and had somehow recognized him as a valuable prime and had wanted to help him for some reason. The only way that could’ve happened would be that he had found an archmagos with 10 000 years of…… Oh, him. 13 didn’t care if he had become the fucking FABRICATOR GENERAL, he was DEAD TO HIM. 13 went to the firing range to clear his head. He saw Perkins melting through targets when 13 took out his revolver, thought for a moment, and poured some of it into his gun and fired. The resulting bullet took out most of the targets, the wall and still managed to pierce through 3 more walls. Needless to say someone has a botched tattoo and someone else’s 15 minutes probably didn’t end the way they expected. Perkins watched and immediately called 13 over. “Maybe it’s time we go do our ‘cleaning up’ job, eh?” They dashed off to the elevator and quickly pressed down before anyone could see them. “Indeed.” And so they quickly headed out and to the elevators. 13 asked an important question. “What chapter of Astates are we facing?” Perkins thought for a moment and then answered “I don’t know, but they’re a kind of yellowish…. red, maybe?”
“So imperial fists, well fuck. Completely unrelated question; how many turrets are there.” Perkins started looking off into the distance and spoke in a soft tone. “It was as if they had turned the hallways into an army, the empty rooms into traps and their escape routes into ambushes.”
“Don’t worry, if I get my way it’ll be quick, in and out. No need for anything like that. If we do get spotted the machine spirits will recognize me and hopefully bow down. Hopefully.” Perkins let out a weak smile and leaned against the elevator. “If we get out of this, I’d rather we stay friends 13.”
“Me too.” The elevator opened to a small group of guardsmen corpses and a space marine with what appeared to be either an arrest warrant or a death warrant.
Quote:2662/10,000 Perkins might become one of my personal secondaries if he survives. Any empire primes are welcome to come and defend the factory.
The soul of the Machine God surrounds thee. The power of the Machine God invests thee. The hate of the Machine God drives thee. The machine god endows thee with life. Live!
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