u/A_Weary_Pen

Servants shuffled to and fro. Weaving their way through the glittering ball room. They held trays, attended to the lords and ladies and the other innumerable things people of their station had to attend too. Among the nobles were a handful of men and women in the dress uniforms of the Astra Militarum. Most of them were untouched by war. All the battles they fought were on maps. Whether it was a physical one with plastic figures or a flickering hololith with flashing symbols. It was a minority among the commanders and officers for any of them to have been to the frontlines. An even smaller portion of that have been marked by war.

One officer was off to the side of the ballroom. He was large man, with plenty of muscle. His uniform was simple and generally unadorned. Save for his honors. A ribbon for heroism, a golden crosshair for marksmanship, and a few others for his actions on the field. He stood by the wall of the grand hall. Grabbing something from a long table. Taking his time and checking out the selection of food available. He wasn’t really hungry.. he was using it as an excuse to have a moment to breathe. He was getting bombarded by nobles. They wanted to be seen with him. The man that slayed the ork warboss threatening their world. He hated every second of it. They talk and acted like he was the only one there. He kept a smile and worked what little charm he had. But he could still see the faces of his squad. The ones who died so that beast would die as well.

All he wanted was to be back on the frontlines. To have the familiar weight of his ammo pack on his back. The kick of the heavy bolter he swung around as he unleashed death. The roar of the bolts drowning out the death rattle of aliens and heretic alike. The vision had sucked him in. But before he was completely lost in the fantasy, he heard someone approaching him. His eyes opened and he turned away from the bar, putting his back to the banquet.

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I’ve gotten another idea. Following the aftermath of a successful campaign against the orks. Or another threat if you’d want to change it. The only thing set in stone is that m/c the officer was present and a big reason as to why the monster of the week was felled.

But as with most of my plots. What your character could be is up in the air. A few ideas I have in mind are another officer, an imperial noble, genderbent space marine, a sister of battle, etc.

So if you’re interested send me a chat, and in your first message what you’d be interested in playing and your limits and kinks.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway. Thick ceramite smashed into the rusted deck plating. The floor groaning as it had to support the wait of the black clad marine. It still felt strange to him. His chapter’s heraldry was still there on the one of the massive shoulder plates. But the other had been replaced. Instead of a company badge was a silver piece bearing the inquisition’s symbol. The silver extended down from the shoulder pad. Covering the whole arm. It was the only color on his armor outside of the chapter insignia.

In his hands was his bolter. It was up and ready, his eyes tracking side to side. He was in a hallway. Just big enough for him to pass through but not much else. Him and his brothers, others that took the long vigil, were meant to explore a spacehulk that had just shot out from the warp. They were accompanied by an inquisitor and their acolytes. In the briefing there was an artifact aboard and in the depths of the hulk that needed recovering. Normally it would just be his kill team sent, but an inquisitor deemed it necessary to tag along. Bringing their agents with them. At first things went smoothly. There was some tension between his brothers and the inquisitor but they kept moving. Up until they had reached a junction in the space hulk. Either through sabotage or just structural instability the floor collapsed and separated everyone. Vox signals were spotty.. and attempts to communicate were often incomprehensible. Only useful to confirm the others were alive. The only course of action the space marine had was to move forward. His brothers would try to still find the artifact.

His mind wandered some as he eyed the ammo tracker in the corner of his helmets display. This was his second clip and it was already starting to run dry. He had encountered Orks and while he has been fending them off. He only had four clips. He would swap over to his combat knife and bolt pistol. Both would be better in the tight confines anyway. As he changed his weapons out he came upon a closed door. The metal rusted over and fusing it to the frame. His assessment was quick. He’d have to burst through. He took a few steps back, getting a decent distance. Then he started running. He leaned in and brought his shoulder up. Crashing through the door with a shower of rust, metal splinters, and sparks. His superhuman senses quickly taking in the scene before him.

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Howdy again. I’ve got another 40k idea. This time playing an Angel of Death stuck on a space hulk.

But for your character, I’m open to any ideas. But as a few suggestions you could be the inquisitor, one of their agents, the descendent of one of the ship’s crew, an Eldar Ranger that’s been stuck there, tau battle suit pilot that snuck aboard, etc.

If you’re interested send me a chat! And in your first message send what you’d like to play. And your kinks and limits.

Ps. I have other 40k posts, and those are always open.

Night had fallen on the planet. Its sun dipped past the horizon and the only light in the city was its burning spires. The screams of terror that echoed down streets were drowned out by the of burst of bolter fire, or the roar and gurgle of chain weapons choking on viscera. Stalking the darkened streets was one of the attackers. A giant slid through the shadows, like it was his natural environment. He was clad in ancient armor that purred with each step. Its ceramite plates painted a dark blue. Bones and human skin decorated his war plate as well. Some of them still glistening with blood. His eyes drifted across the feed of his helmet.

A symphony of terror echoed in the sealed environment. His brothers were busy, and they did grand work. Though he had a different agenda. He wouldn’t spend most of his time on the surface tormenting the corpse worshippers. Instead he wanted something else… and his lord had tasked him with something during the raid. He had to find and recover a data crypt. Its contents weren’t known to him, and he didn’t care enough to ask. The only thing that mattered was he had to find it. With the secondary goal of picking up a new serf. He could have settled for one of the dregs aboard the “Night’s Embrace” but none had caught his eye. They wouldn’t do. They were too used to him and his brothers. All of them were broken already. His thoughts were interrupted by his armor. A targeting reticule appeared, it was tracking something. Coming back to the present he stalked forward. Moving far quieter than he had any right too. His face was hidden by his helmet, but a wicked grin split it. The only thing giving away his presence being the looming shadow that fell over his prey from the flickering fires around them. And that’s because he wanted them to know he was there.

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Hey again. Got another idea I’ve been sitting on. This time as a Night Lord. Like all my prompts I try to leave as much room for any ideas you might have character wise. For a few suggestions. You could be an imperial citizen that just got really unlucky, maybe the planet was in the middle of a revolt and one of the insurgents drew a short straw, a fleeing noble, a member of the PDF, etc.

Please in your first message send your kinks and limits, and what you’d like to play.

A void is all he saw. All he felt. Like he was floating around in space. Then the pain started. It blossomed in his head and spread its petals out from there. Sensation rapidly came back to the giant. Aside from the pain he felt cold air hitting him, the tight bind of metal restraints, and the hard rusted metal floor. He shuffled to one side and the other stretching his body and trying to see if he could move at all. Sight creeped in, but all he could see was a thick veil of darkness. Vague silhouettes suggested pipes, clutter, and maybe a table.

Once the pain started to recede and he could start to think, he tried figuring out how he got there. His thoughts sliding back in time. Back to what was probably yesterday if he was lucky. He had been hired on as an extra gun for a raid one of the gangs were doing. He normally didn’t take work like that but the money was good… and they even promised a share of the loot. When it was time to set out they did, taking an old service tunnel to get the element of surprise. The last thing he remembered was turning a corner then waking up here. His thoughts drifted away from the past and he started to focus on the present.

Theories crossing his mind as to why he was still alive. The most prevalent one was mutant cannibals. Or at least the one he hoped the most for. If they were smart they were keeping him alive to make the meat stay fresh for longer. He could probably fight his way out from there. The alternative worried him more. He was in enough bars to hear the rumors… people going mad in the hive. Screaming about dark gods as they tore their friends throat out. Kidnapping people for dark rituals. His thoughts were interrupted as his ears perked up. Hearing the grinding of metal. A door was opening. He squinted and tried to pierce the darkness only to be hit by a bright light. He recoiled a bit, and cursed. His eyes slowly adjusting to reveal….

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Howdy! Thanks for making it this far. If you’re interested go ahead and send me a message. In case it was missed in the title, this is a 40k rp.

I’m looking for someone to play the person that entered the cell of our unlucky gun for hire. I’m open to ideas but I’ve got some suggestions. Like an inquisitor with strange hiring practices in need of some muscle, a heretic looking to convert the man to their patron god, a beastman or other mutant that took interest in the mercenary, etc.

This could also be a chance encounter. Maybe a missionary or a sister of battle cleansing a mutant hideout finding him instead of one of his captors.

I’m open to any balance of story and smut. But would like a little character interaction.

In your first message, send your favorite faction if you have one and what you had in mind.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway. Thick ceramite smashed into the rusted deck plating. The floor groaning as it had to support the wait of the black clad marine. It still felt strange to him. His chapter’s heraldry was still there on the one of the massive shoulder plates. But the other had been replaced. Instead of a company badge was a silver piece bearing the inquisition’s symbol. The silver extended down from the shoulder pad. Covering the whole arm. It was the only color on his armor outside of the chapter insignia.

In his hands was his bolter. It was up and ready, his eyes tracking side to side. He was in a hallway. Just big enough for him to pass through but not much else. Him and his brothers, others that took the long vigil, were meant to explore a spacehulk that had just shot out from the warp. They were accompanied by an inquisitor and their acolytes. In the briefing there was an artifact aboard and in the depths of the hulk that needed recovering. Normally it would just be his kill team sent, but an inquisitor deemed it necessary to tag along. Bringing their agents with them. At first things went smoothly. There was some tension between his brothers and the inquisitor but they kept moving. Up until they had reached a junction in the space hulk. Either through sabotage or just structural instability the floor collapsed and separated everyone. Vox signals were spotty.. and attempts to communicate were often incomprehensible. Only useful to confirm the others were alive. The only course of action the space marine had was to move forward. His brothers would try to still find the artifact.

His mind wandered some as he eyed the ammo tracker in the corner of his helmets display. This was his second clip and it was already starting to run dry. He had encountered Orks and while he has been fending them off. He only had four clips. He would swap over to his combat knife and bolt pistol. Both would be better in the tight confines anyway. As he changed his weapons out he came upon a closed door. The metal rusted over and fusing it to the frame. His assessment was quick. He’d have to burst through. He took a few steps back, getting a decent distance. Then he started running. He leaned in and brought his shoulder up. Crashing through the door with a shower of rust, metal splinters, and sparks. His superhuman senses quickly taking in the scene before him.

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Howdy again. I’ve got another 40k idea. This time playing an Angel of Death stuck on a space hulk.

But for your character, I’m open to any ideas. But as a few suggestions you could be the inquisitor, one of their agents, the descendent of one of the ship’s crew, an Eldar Ranger that’s been stuck there, tau battle suit pilot that snuck aboard, etc.

If you’re interested send me a chat! And in your first message send what you’d like to play. And your kinks and limits.

Ps. I have other 40k posts, and those are always open.

The elaborate board sat on the small table. It resembled a regicide game board. Black and white tiles stretched across its surface. Made of fine and strange metals. The board itself was thick. Much thicker than a normal one, allowing for what sounds like a cogitator and machine spirit to be housed inside. The soft whirring and clicking filling the silence of the lounge as a man loomed over it. Lights began to flash on the board, runes flickered on its edges as one of the pieces moved across the board on its own. Motivated by forces he barely understood. A pawn slid into a spot that blocked a killing stroke from the man’s Ecclisarch that would have ended the game.

The man seeing the new state of the board leaned into his seat. The aged leather creaking as he sunk into its cushions a bit more. A hand reaching for a goblet he had at the edge of the table, swirling its contents lightly before taking a sip. He closed his eyes and began to think. Letting the various moves he could make play out, what the machine could do in response to counter or even turn the game around. A frown crept across his face. The board was a good sport, but it wasn’t the same as playing against a person. The machine spirit in the board always made practical choices. Nothing to risky. It surprised him rarely. Then again very few people on this ship could last long on the other side of the board.

Playing against the officers of his vessel had only kept his attention when he first inherited the warrant of trade. That was a few years ago. He’s beaten every man and woman aboard this ship that’s so much as looked at a regicide board countless times. He was starting to get bored. A strong melancholy taking him, that was the hard part about traveling. Either through the warp or hurtling through the void. He was starting to run out of things to do. Lightly cursing himself for not grabbing a few things at the last planet they were at. The thought crossed his mind to bother his retinue, the small collection of mercenaries and specialists he’s hired or picked up. His free hand moved a piece on the board as his thoughts drifted. He’d finish this game first before deciding to wander off on the ship. His eyes drifting up from the board as it decided its next move. As he heard someone entering the officer’s lounge.

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I am once again posting another 40k idea. This time focusing on a rogue trader. I don’t have anything set in stone for your character, but I do have a few ideas on possible pairings.

Maybe a deathworlder mercenary acting as a body guard, an ex imperial guard officer now acting as his master of arms, the ship’s navigator, an Eldar outcast who’s path runs parallel with the rogue trader, a tau envoy trying at a cultural exchange, a noble that’s hitching a ride on the ship, an inquisitor that has commandeered the vessel and its crew, etc. I’m open to your ideas as well.

If you’re interested in the idea send me a message! In the first message send your favorite faction if you have one, and what you’d want to play here.

Ps. My other posts are still open if they catch your eye instead