“Let’s open the chest.”
The sharp, reinforced scalpel plunged into the Rangdan’s chest. Pangea grip’s tightened, then pulled the blade down and into a Y shape. The tough skin needed a steady pull from the mechanical arms, once open, Pangea and Amar examined each organ. Pangea nudged, pulled, and eventually cut out the organ after studying them, following Amar’s instruction more than doing the examination on her own.
“So, how are you feeling, daughter?”
Pangea looked across from the Rangdan corpse. “I’m fine… Why do you ask?”
A sickening plop popped as a tweezer pulled a circular organ. “To see if you’re feeling well. Are you?”
She glared. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? I—”
The table rattled as Pangea slammed her fists on the autopsy table. “I said I’m fine! It’s not like I’m mad that Father chose to rob me of my legion, my retinue, and the glory of hunting down the Rangdan, the xeno race I found first!”
“I see.” Amar said. “Pangea, the Great Crusade does not reward missions to those who found an enemy first, only those who are fit.”
“And I’m not fit enough?”
“I did not say that.”
Amar set her scalpel down and powered down the mechanical arms.]
“That’ll be all for today, get some rest.”
After the autopsy, Pangea…
>Visited Kharn and Greer in the medicae facility
>Visited Vulkan
>Write-in
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Imperium%20of%20Man%20Princess%20Quest
Psy Class: 12 [+6]
Strength: 4 [+2]
Agility: 10 [+5]
Brains: 8 [+4]
Charm: 8 [+4]
Grit: 6 [+3]
Stealth: 10 [+5]
Dmg
1d[Ability Raw Number] + Agility Modifier + Wpn Damage [TBD, MAY NOT USE IT]
Psychic
(Psy Class Modifier + Brains Modifier) + 1d20 [TBD, MAY NOT USE IT]
Inquisitor IV
>Any investigations, research, sneaking gets +4 modifier and +2 more roll
Finesse IV
>When using agility based roll in combat and outside of combat, you gain +4 modifier to rolls
Polearm Mastery III & Light Ranged Weapon Mastery III
>+3 to rolls during combat scenarios and two more additional rolls in combat scenarios
Dmg
1d[Ability Raw Number] + Agility Modifier + Wpn Damage [TBD, MAY NOT USE IT]
Psychic
(Psy Class Modifier + Brains Modifier) + 1d20 [TBD, MAY NOT USE IT]
ANNOUNCEMENT: I have reenlisted and will return to active duty in September. this may be my last thread till I go back to bootcamp, AIT, then to my new unit. I'll keep you guys updated.
>>6274763> Visited Kharn and Greer in the medicae facilityWe haven’t spoken to those two in a while. Let’s see how they’re faring these days. Though I do think we should get around to apologizing to Vulkan soon.
>>6274763>Visited Kharn and Greer in the medicae facility
>>6274761 (OP)>Visited Kharn and Greer in the medicae facility
>>6274761 (OP)>>Visited Vulkan
>>6274761 (OP)>Visited VulkanPatch things up with the big softy.
>>6274761 (OP)>Visited VulkanWe have to make amends while we have the opportunity. Who knows when we'll see Vulkan again.
Tie breaker required folks!
>>6274761 (OP)>Visited Vulkan
if a mother is enough to keep guilliman sane, would 2 sisters be enough for perturabo to keep good?
Shit forgot to tell you guys, but I will update every other day. Working on another quest before I leave the comfy world lol.
>>6275369alright, thanks.
>>6275318It depends? I get the feeling that Perty wasn’t raised with a healthy mindset even if it wasn’t a gladiatorial slave pit. Getting past that might take a while even in a best case scenario with Pangea working with no distractions.
>>6275318>>6275416Weird thing, if we go by Perturabo's meeting with Honsou, he actually matured and became a pretty good father figure for his sons after he became a daemon prince. So Perty only improved after he had hit rock bottom.
Course, it's up to QM how much of a difficulty curve he wants to make that.
>>6275750Not sure how to handle perturabo yet, since writers handle him so differently.
The Sanctum Imperialis Principa shimmered in its golden beauty. Diani followed behind quietly with soft steps. Custodians passed by and the few serfs bowed at her presence. A magnetically attached cart followed behind Pangea and Diani, filled with Terran ores and rare minerals. While she heard Vulkan was a blacksmith like her brothers, but a craftsman at heart like Fulgrim. Pangea’s heart thumped, unsure of her brother’s reaction. Her finger tips touched together as she bit her lips at the entrance of the chambers.
“Do I look good?”
Pangea fiddled her earring and dusted off the immaculate cardinal dress uniform, with her newly made uniform of black, red, and gold accents. While the Inquisition has yet to be formally made, astartes and soldiers alike already knew, or at the very least, were aware of a force led by the princess not focused wholly on combat.
“You look dashing, my lady.” Diani said.
“Good. Good.” Pangea drew a long breath. “Let’s go.”
Vulkan’s chamber was adorned with Nocturnian symbols and aesthetics. Skins of large reptile beasts and skulls of various animals adorned the pillars and the doors. Not only did the serfs bent their knees, but the astartes as well. Past the door and into the marble floored room, at the top of the staircase leading to the forge below, Diani stopped, the heat radiating already made her lungs heave.
“You can’t handle the heat here. Diani, let’s wait in the anteroom instead.”
“Of course, my lady. However, we are on time and did give notice that we will be visiting, yes?”
Pangea shrugged. “Maybe he didn’t get it, it’s not a big deal.”
At the anteroom, Pangea sat on a plush sofa made of hard wooden frame with sleek obsidian for armbars. The cushions themselves never lost its cool touch and its softness.
“I recognize you.”
The serf nodded. “Yes, you have my deepest gratitude for helping me at the kitchen.”
The table was set with typical snacks from the Imperium Palace kitchen, odd since many of her brothers preferred their homeworld’s meals. Fulgrim enjoyed showing Chemos’s advancing cuisines, and Magnus with Tizcan fruits.
“Say, how come you won’t serve me food from Nocturne?”
“Oh, that’s because the irradiated ingredients are not fit for non-Nocturnians.” The serf said.
“I see.”
Pangea picked the berry off of the vines. Vulkan soon arrived, dressed in a long green robe and a an ornate obsidian pauldron with gold accents. The charred skin and fiery eyes glowed underneath the chandelier made of bones and horns, but not outshone his friendly smile.
“Sister.” Vulkan said softly. “I apologize for not greeting you when you arrived.”
“No need to apologize, brother. I’m the one who owes you an apology, you only wanted to alleviate my mood and I lashed at you for that, I sincerely apologize.”
“Thank you, I forgive you sister, we are not immune to our emotions, that is what makes us human. I forgive you.” Vulkan gently placed his hand on her shoulder, his smile soft and gentle. “What’s the cart you brought?”
“I know my words are not enough, so I brought you rare materials from Terra and other worlds I’ve visited.”
“Why didn’t you say so? I wanted to give you a gift as well.”
“A gift?”
"Yes, that's why I was late."
The astartes behind him carried a...
>Beautifully made armor
>A sleek and elegant spear with a changeable range weapon
>Write-in
>>6275815>Beautifully made armourVulkan has lots of goodies in his armours.
>>6275815>Write-in>A large, obsidian-scaled reptileI'm sure our (very) old dog must be dead by now. Pangea is in need of a new companion.
>>6275815>>Beautifully made armorNot going to lie, the Nocturnian Lava-Puppy was very tempting. But when's the last time we got a new suit of armor?
>>6275815>A sleek and elegant spear with a changeable range weapon
>>6275916Cybernetics can expand it's lifespan into the centuries.
>>6275815> Beautifully made armorNo offense to whoever makes the Custodian armor, but Vulkan’s masterpieces are on another level entirely.
>>6275815>Beautifully made armor
>>6275815>Beautifully made armorNice this is back
>>6275815>Beautifully made armorhe wants to protect his sister so he made the best armor
The astartes carried a beautifully made armor, balancing defense and mobility with masterful craftsmanship. The new color had the armor covered in green, with bronze accents and scale leather loincloth below a utility belt and holsters. Pangea’s eyes glistened, she traced her hand on the armor while Diani marveled at the craftsmanship. She ran her hand around the neck area where a black neckguard had a unique pattern.
“This isn’t normal material, is it?”
“Very astute, this is leather from a Kesare, tougher than ceramite but light as a feather.” Vulkan said. “That’s not all.”
Vulkan’s large hands gently grasped the gauntlet and twisted a small mechanism. A small blade slipped from the palm side of the wrists. The sabatons had hidden blades on the heels and the forefeet. Other than the amazing craftsmanship, something else demanded praise as well, those were Vulkan's hands. Large, capable of crushing bones, yet he created delicate armor like this. Somehow, Pangea felt they were going to get along well.
“Father said the nature of your duties change often, so I left the armor mostly free of features to suit your needs. However, I could not help add some personal touches.”
A skull of a small reptile rested at the center of the chest piece with two crossed hammers with an anvil below.
“The skull of the lizard is a Drygnirr, a fire lizard associated with hope, visions and prophecy.”
“I… I don’t know what to say. I came here to give you an apology, but it seems like I will be leaving with a gift. Thank you, Vulkan.”
“Think nothing of it, Pangea. There are few more minor details I wish to work on, but once it’s finished I will have the armor sent to your room.”
“Take your time, it’s not like I will be leaving anytime soon…” Pangea said with a dry chuckle. “Thank you Vulkan. This is a very lovely gift.”
“Think nothing of it.”
Vulkan patted Pangea’s head, the two smiled at one another. Later, Pangea learned more about Nocturne and its culture with accompanying drinks and snacks. While the word ‘cult’ alarmed Pangea, the cult itself was nothing like Lorgar’s vulgar religion. Rather, she found their principle on self-reliance, self-sacrifice and loyalty to be admirable, and something her crew should learn as well.
“Frankly, I do not want those tech priests with me as well. While my retinue can maintain their own weapons, I’m disappointed most of the astramilitarum cannot. I understan why, but it still irks me.” Pangea said. “I’m glad the tech priests do not bind your sons, our brothers should learn from you.”
“You give me too much credit. I will be more than glad to assist them.”
“If they’re smart enough, they will. But our brothers operates in their own ways. A gift and a curse. I just hope we can cooperate better in the future… No, I know we will.”
“Indeed, we may be different, but we are a family.”
Pangea raised her glass. “To family.”
“To family.”
The goblets of wine clinked.
The next day, Pangea...
>Visited Tae-Nam
>Visited her new office, where Diani asked for formal appointment
>Visted her new office, where uncle waited for her
>>6276813>Visited Tae-Nam
>>6276813>Visited her new office, where Diani asked for formal appointment
>>6276813> Visited Tae-Nam
>>6276813>>Visted her new office, where uncle waited for her
>>6276813>Visited Tae-Namwho is this again? still picking it.
>>6277042She’s the girl that Pangea adopted in her most recent campaign. IIRC, she was basically a puppet ruler who was being told what to do by her councillors mostly because she could control a lot of technology using her mind, and may possibly be the same kind of genetically engineered being that Pangea is. She and Pangea recognized that fact about each other at first sight.
>>6276813>>Visited Tae-Nam
The next day, Pangea visited Tae-Nam.
Gepetto’s workshop bustled with activities. Coat hangers slid from the web railings on the ceiling. Puffs of steam filled the air as serfs ironed priceless uniforms. Carts hauled various mountains of clothes and uniforms. Pangea strolled with Diani and a squad of Lucifer Black soldiers, an unnecessary escort but they followed with Diani’s insistence. Gepetto shuffled slowly with his crutch.
“Hello, Gepetto.”
“You eminence.” Gepetto said with a shallow bow. “Are you here to see that young lass?”
“I am, it seems like she has a fondness for tailoring and jewel crafting.”
Pangea kept a formal smile, but could not help but to be disappointed. Like her, Tae-Nam was a nephilim, a gene-crafted human meant for greater things. Yes, Tae-Nam excelled in marksmanship and melee, but did not enjoy them, just like other practical endeavors. As they made their way, Pangea whispered.
“And how is Tae-Nam’s progress learning under you? Is it going well?”
Diani nodded. “She has been excelling in all subjects. I dare say she will surpass me.”
“But she lacks experience and wisdom.” Pangea said. “Two most important things. And she certainly won’t gain them here crafting useless trinkets. Though I wonder if I should let her be…”
At Tae-Nam’s workbench, Pangea crossed her arms. Tae-Nam gazed through the magnifying lenses and used her tweeze to place a gem on a ring.
“Tae-Nam.”
“Princess!”
Tae-Nam excitedly hopped off from her stool.
“How are your endeavors going?” Pangea said.
“It’s going excellently, look!” Tae-Nam pointed at the wall. “Gepetto said you like wearing togas so I made some designs of my own!”
A row of mannequins stood, dressed in various toga and dress uniforms. Some toga had no decorations, save for a golden pin that held the robes together. Red sashes wove between the white toga sheets, with elegant silver pins that shined.
“They are wonderful, thank you Tae-Nam.”
Tae-Nam giggled as she brimmed with pride. Pangea…
>Let Tae-Nam be; she would no longer be part of The Inquisition.
>Would soon have her learning more under Diani and eventually pulling her away from Gepetto’s workshop. She did not want to let a prodigy like Tae-Nam go to waste.
[Choose carefully, anons. This choice will have a big impact.]
>>6277992>Let Tae-Nam be; she would no longer be part of The InquisitionAlso let her practice under Vulkan and the others!
>>6277992>Let Tae-Nam be; she would no longer be part of The InquisitionAlso let her practice under Vulkan and the others!
>>6277992>Let Tae-Nam be; she would no longer be part of The Inquisition.We don't want her to grow up to hate us, especially since another Nephilim would make a dangerous enemy. Tae deserves to be happy, anyway.
>>6277998Supported. Tae-Nam's artisanship would flourish under Vulkan's tutelage.
>>6277992>Let Tae-Nam be; she would no longer be part of The Inquisition.
>>6277992>Would soon have her learning more under Diani and eventually pulling her away from Gepetto’s workshop. She did not want to let a prodigy like Tae-Nam go to waste.If Pangea had been let be, she might have just turned into the token princess of the palace.
>>6277992> Would soon have her learning more under Diani and eventually pulling her away from Gepetto’s workshop. She did not want to let a prodigy like Tae-Nam go to waste.I feel like that Emps or Malcador would probably try to recruit her sooner or later for something, even if Pangea didn’t want her to be a combatant. At least in this way we can keep an eye on her.
>>6277992>Let Tae-Nam be; she would no longer be part of The Inquisition.And supporting this
>>6277998.
>Let her be>>6277996>>6277998>>62780016278003
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>Would soon have her learning more under Diani and eventually pulling her away from Gepetto’s workshop. She did not want to let a prodigy like Tae-Nam go to waste.>>6278062>>6278240Votes counted
Tae-Nam giggled as she brimmed with pride. Pangea. Let Tae-Nam be; she would no longer be part of The Inquisition. Daemons. Xenos. Chaos. They were the forces against humanity, and the mission to annhilate them all required absolute dedication. Tae-Nam, who lacked the want much like her, would be dead weight if forced to join the Inquisition. Pangea patted Tae-Nam’s head with a warm smile. Yes, this was her war, no unwilling participant would be forced.
“Are you happy here?”
Tae-Nam nodded. “I am!”
Pangea smiled. “Good. I’ll see you some other time.”
Later, Pangea visited her new Inquisitorial Chamber located in the lowest area of Sanctum Imperialis. The giant metal door groaned as they opened. Pangea’s heels clacked against the hard ceramite floor. A large metal chandelier lit the majority of the area, while rows of iron wall sconces on the stone walls illuminate the unlit corners. At the end of the chamber was a single long wooden table, complete with general office use that would be needed, including a skull
“How… Pleasant.” Pangea said.
“The chamber is well protected at the very least.” Diani said. “And look.”
Diani opened a door at the end of the chamber.
“A kitchenette with plenty of stocked goods, I’ll start brewing you tea, my lady.”
“No, I won’t be staying here any longer… Oh fine. I suppose I can stay here then go back to studying the Rangdas.”
Pangea sank into the plush leather chair with a cup of tea in hand, she raised an eyebrow at Diani walking around the desk and standing in front of it, as if she was ready to report.
“My lady, I have a request.”
“A request? Speak/” Pangea said.
“I wish to retire from your retinue."
The teacup almost slipped from her hand, Pangea kept a calm visage. “Explain.”
“I’m truly thankful for everything. However… I wish to spend more time with my children and raise them in a safer environment. Terra is too crowded. I want my children to see the sky and feel the warmth of the sun. Please... I will not ask for anything else but I do not wish to leave you on a bitter note... But I also do not want to leave my children motherless."
"Is this what you truly desire?" Pangea said.
"It is."
Jealousy, rage, and sorrow welled up in her heart. Diani, her precious assistant and second in command... This was all so sudden...
>"The Inquisition will need a senior administrator. I will give you the best life here on Terra, please... Don't leave Diani."
>"You can't just go without a successor! I forbid it!"
>"Very well, but you will at least let me hold a ceremony will you?"
>Write-in
>>6279149>"Very well, but you will at least let me hold a ceremony will you?"I'll miss her.
>>6279149>"Very well, but you will at least let me hold a ceremony will you?"and prepare the successor!
>>6279149> >"Very well, but you will at least let me hold a ceremony will you?"If she has a list of hand-picked successors or worthy candidates that would serve at least as well as she did, that would be nice. Also, I wonder if this is why the Emperor decided to create his own dedicated and immortal companions in the form of the Custodians?
>>6279149>"Very well, but you will at least let me hold a ceremony will you?"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3mf9mhHDPg&t=333s
>>6279149really testing the bounds of our "No unwilling participants"
>Try and offer her any compromise>when that fails, hold a ceremonySo she does need a few memory implants about the work, she's a security risk and it also makes her a target. And have a middle man arrange a retirement stiped so she can move to a new world without record.
the other option is killing her and lets not
>>6279149>>"Very well, but you will at least let me hold a ceremony will you?"Sad but if its what she wants
>>6279149I’ll switch my vote from this:
>>6279188to this:
>>6279287We are going to have to take measures to ensure her safety and the security of any Inquisitorial staff that retires. This includes making sure that secrets stay secrets.
“Very well, but you will at least let me hold a ceremony will you?”
“That will be fine. Thank you, my lady.”
Through a week of correspondence between Pangea and Malcador, a deal was reached. While there would be no ceremony due to the Inquisition's need for discreetness. However, Diani would be given a new identity for her and her family, along with a retirement stipend and a promotion for her husband, if she agreed to a mindwipe. A regrettable, but a safe option.
“Diani, can you get me some tea—”
A month has passed since Diani’s retirement. Pangea looked around her empty office, a sigh escaped from her lips as she entered the kitchenette alone and brewed her own tea. Between examining the Rangda’s corpse and handling the Inquisition’s various administrative tasks, Pangea wondered when she would be freed of the shackles made of parchments and ink. The double doors creaked open.
“Uncle!”
Pangea leapt from her seat and dove. Malcador caught his niece’s barreling hug.
“It’s good to see you!” Pangea said.
“It’s good to see you too, Pangea.” Malcador said. “I apologize for making you handle the administrative duties alone.”
She shook her head. “I can handle them, are you here just to visit or is this regarding something else? Is it about the Rangda?”
“A live specimen will arrive soon, you and Astarte will interrogate it. Be prepared. And there is another matter. Your new assistant. Do you have anyone in mind?”
“Not yet…” Pangea said.
“Good, have you thought about where or who you will choose?”
>"I was hoping to ask one of my brothers."
>"I thought about finding a way to put an advertisement. It's not like The Inquisition needs to be completely shrouded."
>"I thought you would have an idea, uncle."
>>6279917>I thought you would have an idea
