- Location
- Romania
[X] Stupid
Aflame (40k)
- Thread starter Academia Nut
- Start date
- Location
- Brazil
[x] Stupid
[X] Stupid
[X] Weak
LordOfMurder
Bhaal
- Location
- Australia
[x] Stupid
Sounds like weak lets all the other people die and heretical turns to chaos so lets be stupid.
Sounds like weak lets all the other people die and heretical turns to chaos so lets be stupid.
Mors
Searching for immanence
[X] Stupid
The guy is gonna end up as a martyr, and we know that's like the epitome of stupidity. But inspiring, meaningful stupidity.
Way I see it, weakness is trying to form a nation that tries to reach out to xenos etc. Except Chaos and the Elders would eat that polity alive even if they survived the Imperium's purge.
Heretical... we all know where that goes.
Stupidity is the sheer bullheadedness to try and reform the Imperium from within.
The guy is gonna end up as a martyr, and we know that's like the epitome of stupidity. But inspiring, meaningful stupidity.
Way I see it, weakness is trying to form a nation that tries to reach out to xenos etc. Except Chaos and the Elders would eat that polity alive even if they survived the Imperium's purge.
Heretical... we all know where that goes.
Stupidity is the sheer bullheadedness to try and reform the Imperium from within.
- Location
- Britain
[X] Stupid
Alectai
Speaks Words of Wisdom... On occasion
To be honest. The fact that you yourself are arguing "Trying to be a better person means Chaos eats you" means that You consider the Imperium's doctrine to be correct.
Mors
Searching for immanence
I do have those tendencies politically, and the 40k universe is a wonderful enabler. You have to take the world as it is, not as how you'd like it to be.
/shrug
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
So many people have already lost the game before it has even started.
Trap Options are too lowbrow for AN anyway.
Trap Options are too lowbrow for AN anyway.
KnightDisciple
Love God. Do Right. Fear No Man.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
[X] Stupid
- Location
- Third planet from the star named Sol
- Pronouns
- He/They
[X] Weak
The ability to ask for help, to be weak, is the biggest thing lacking 40k stories, and I want to see where AcademiaNut takes it.
The ability to ask for help, to be weak, is the biggest thing lacking 40k stories, and I want to see where AcademiaNut takes it.
Weakness
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Weak
High Preacher Ibrahim Terraya enjoyed walking the ramparts of the Temple of the Imperial Truth, gazing down upon the faithful within the Plaza of the Emperor-as-Martyr. While on high holidays the kilometers long mosaics disappeared beneath an ocean of the faithful, most days there were only a smattering of people and both the images and personal piety were easily seen. Today though, a knot of people were accumulating, and from what Ibrahim could tell there was some sort of commotion brewing. Possibly a street preacher, but you never could tell.
A quick flurry of hand signals and clipped commands had a light squad of Frateris deploying with Ibrahim as he marched out into the plaza to see what was up. He had to frown though as he could see a group of Shahsmen approaching from the eastern edge of the plaza, shock mauls off but clearly at the ready. The enforcers technically had authority over security in the plaza because the Frateris were 'volunteers' and had no right to carry out the Ecclesiarchy's instructions over other powers, but the Temple preferred to police the plaza themselves. Of course, that meant that the Shahsmen liked to remind the priests every once in a while just who was in charge.
Arriving on scene at the gathering, Ibrahim found a younger man in his late twenties, possibly early thirties, who had whipped his back into a grossly bloody mess and was now collapsed on the ground muttering on and on a litany of pathetic 'sins'. It was so over the top that some of those gathered in interest seemed disgusted by the display, but seeing a High Preacher approach with a concerned frown caused those people to drift away while those with more sympathetic looks gathered in closer.
"Anyone know what's going on here?" Ibrahim asked, to which he received shrugs about the exact motivation. Well then, that probably meant that someone was in serious need of spiritual guidance.
Gesturing to the closest pair of Frateris, Ibrahim said, "Come, let's get him out of here and-"
The mechanical crackle of a helmet voxcaster interrupted the High Preacher as a Shahsman announced, "This gathering exceeds the authorized limit set by Governor Ackerman. Present citizenship chits for identification."
Rolling his eyes as the citizens began to get out their IDs, Ibrahim raised his right hand and then made a very particular sort of fist, which caused the electoo there to light up into the symbol of the Ecclesiarchy and project a faint holo of the Imperial Aquila. The carapaced enforcers all grunted at that as ID enough, but the one in the most ornate armour pointed his shock maul at the man on the ground and asked, "Who's the tampon?"
Ibrahim frowned in distaste at that and said, "I'm not sure, he appears to be in significant distress, and thus in need of proper ministrations. My lay brothers and I shall take it from here, the rest were merely concerned petitioners."
The leader of the Shahsmen looked about at the people and decided that today was going to be a day where the powers of the governor would butt heads with the Ecclesiarchy just to see where the lines were. "This was not a scheduled Adeptus Ministorum event, you have no authority to gather so many in one place at this time."
Ibrahim held his tongue for a moment before he said, "I will be issuing a formal complaint to the governor, and we will be taking this petitioner in for questioning."
From the shifting of the Shahsmen, they were clearly considering how far they wanted to push things today, especially with Frateris backing Ibrahim. If it came down to a fight the Shahsmen would probably have the advantage, but the lay brothers were armed with ceremonial but functional lazayers that could punch through the enforcer's armour. Weighing up just how far he could push it, the leader of the group gestured with his shock maul to the man on the ground and said, "You pick him up, preacher. We need to check the lay brother's ID."
Ibrahim bristled for a moment, but bit off his retort and said with false cheer, "Of course."
Bending over, Ibrahim said warmly, "Come now brother, let's get you somewhere quiet and figure out what you are doing."
The bloody mess on the ground just kept sobbing and was a limp weight for Ibrahim to deal with, but he managed to get the man to his feet after a few moments of grunting at the exertion. However, just as Ibrahim had the two of them going, the Shahsman idly flicked on his shock maul while it was too close to the man, causing him to cry out and have his legs collapse beneath him, hauling Ibrahim along to the ground with him.
Something hot and painful slashed across Ibrahim's back, followed a heartbeat later by a wet explosion and an echoing crack of something supersonic passing by. The screaming had already started by the time Ibrahim had been able to get his bearings and notice that the Shahsman who had been closest to him had his torso explosively hollowed out. As the shock of the sudden death spread, the Shahsmen quickly came to their own – incorrect – conclusion on who was to blame, and the Frateris came to the – correct – conclusion as to what they were about to do.
Lazayers weren't the fastest firing weapons, but they were faster than shock mauls, and those men closest to threatening the High Preacher found themselves being cut down by precision fire. The shouting and screaming across the plaza intensified, and the crack of firearms going off and bullets whizzing through the air soon made itself known. One of the Frateris with Ibrahim stumbled as a bullet clipped his leg, one of his brothers grabbing onto him while two others rushed forward to grab Ibrahim and the man who had precipitated all of this. Neither the Shahsmen nor the Frateris in and around the plaza were going to back down, and with hundreds of screaming civilians the situation was rapidly devolving.
Ibrahim however found his retreat covered by…
[] An Unwelcome Face
[] The Last Person He Wanted To See
[] Things Getting Much Worse
High Preacher Ibrahim Terraya enjoyed walking the ramparts of the Temple of the Imperial Truth, gazing down upon the faithful within the Plaza of the Emperor-as-Martyr. While on high holidays the kilometers long mosaics disappeared beneath an ocean of the faithful, most days there were only a smattering of people and both the images and personal piety were easily seen. Today though, a knot of people were accumulating, and from what Ibrahim could tell there was some sort of commotion brewing. Possibly a street preacher, but you never could tell.
A quick flurry of hand signals and clipped commands had a light squad of Frateris deploying with Ibrahim as he marched out into the plaza to see what was up. He had to frown though as he could see a group of Shahsmen approaching from the eastern edge of the plaza, shock mauls off but clearly at the ready. The enforcers technically had authority over security in the plaza because the Frateris were 'volunteers' and had no right to carry out the Ecclesiarchy's instructions over other powers, but the Temple preferred to police the plaza themselves. Of course, that meant that the Shahsmen liked to remind the priests every once in a while just who was in charge.
Arriving on scene at the gathering, Ibrahim found a younger man in his late twenties, possibly early thirties, who had whipped his back into a grossly bloody mess and was now collapsed on the ground muttering on and on a litany of pathetic 'sins'. It was so over the top that some of those gathered in interest seemed disgusted by the display, but seeing a High Preacher approach with a concerned frown caused those people to drift away while those with more sympathetic looks gathered in closer.
"Anyone know what's going on here?" Ibrahim asked, to which he received shrugs about the exact motivation. Well then, that probably meant that someone was in serious need of spiritual guidance.
Gesturing to the closest pair of Frateris, Ibrahim said, "Come, let's get him out of here and-"
The mechanical crackle of a helmet voxcaster interrupted the High Preacher as a Shahsman announced, "This gathering exceeds the authorized limit set by Governor Ackerman. Present citizenship chits for identification."
Rolling his eyes as the citizens began to get out their IDs, Ibrahim raised his right hand and then made a very particular sort of fist, which caused the electoo there to light up into the symbol of the Ecclesiarchy and project a faint holo of the Imperial Aquila. The carapaced enforcers all grunted at that as ID enough, but the one in the most ornate armour pointed his shock maul at the man on the ground and asked, "Who's the tampon?"
Ibrahim frowned in distaste at that and said, "I'm not sure, he appears to be in significant distress, and thus in need of proper ministrations. My lay brothers and I shall take it from here, the rest were merely concerned petitioners."
The leader of the Shahsmen looked about at the people and decided that today was going to be a day where the powers of the governor would butt heads with the Ecclesiarchy just to see where the lines were. "This was not a scheduled Adeptus Ministorum event, you have no authority to gather so many in one place at this time."
Ibrahim held his tongue for a moment before he said, "I will be issuing a formal complaint to the governor, and we will be taking this petitioner in for questioning."
From the shifting of the Shahsmen, they were clearly considering how far they wanted to push things today, especially with Frateris backing Ibrahim. If it came down to a fight the Shahsmen would probably have the advantage, but the lay brothers were armed with ceremonial but functional lazayers that could punch through the enforcer's armour. Weighing up just how far he could push it, the leader of the group gestured with his shock maul to the man on the ground and said, "You pick him up, preacher. We need to check the lay brother's ID."
Ibrahim bristled for a moment, but bit off his retort and said with false cheer, "Of course."
Bending over, Ibrahim said warmly, "Come now brother, let's get you somewhere quiet and figure out what you are doing."
The bloody mess on the ground just kept sobbing and was a limp weight for Ibrahim to deal with, but he managed to get the man to his feet after a few moments of grunting at the exertion. However, just as Ibrahim had the two of them going, the Shahsman idly flicked on his shock maul while it was too close to the man, causing him to cry out and have his legs collapse beneath him, hauling Ibrahim along to the ground with him.
Something hot and painful slashed across Ibrahim's back, followed a heartbeat later by a wet explosion and an echoing crack of something supersonic passing by. The screaming had already started by the time Ibrahim had been able to get his bearings and notice that the Shahsman who had been closest to him had his torso explosively hollowed out. As the shock of the sudden death spread, the Shahsmen quickly came to their own – incorrect – conclusion on who was to blame, and the Frateris came to the – correct – conclusion as to what they were about to do.
Lazayers weren't the fastest firing weapons, but they were faster than shock mauls, and those men closest to threatening the High Preacher found themselves being cut down by precision fire. The shouting and screaming across the plaza intensified, and the crack of firearms going off and bullets whizzing through the air soon made itself known. One of the Frateris with Ibrahim stumbled as a bullet clipped his leg, one of his brothers grabbing onto him while two others rushed forward to grab Ibrahim and the man who had precipitated all of this. Neither the Shahsmen nor the Frateris in and around the plaza were going to back down, and with hundreds of screaming civilians the situation was rapidly devolving.
Ibrahim however found his retreat covered by…
[] An Unwelcome Face
[] The Last Person He Wanted To See
[] Things Getting Much Worse
[X] The Last Person He Wanted To See