6.1 (wildrook)
Leman facepalmed as he noticed a toaster spouting arcane languages.
"I don't know how," he said, "nor do I want to know, but I KNOW one of those four is responsible for one of their minion possessing our TOASTERS!"
"You sure it's not your fault this time?" Ciphas asked him.
"My cooking isn't THAT bad!"
Ciphas gave him a look of disbelief.
6.2 (BNG1991)
"Leman Russ, what do you want this time around?"
"Rakszan, I know you guys have some fancy vessel..."
"If you want FTL-capable ships, then you are asking the wrong group. We Necrons make things sturdy, not make them faster."
"...How about I have a try?"
"What sort of damnable situation did you get yourself into? From what your kin told me about your driving ability, you are not allowed to drive anything smaller than a 'tank'. And I doubt I have any vehicles at all at this moment, as I was relatively new to the loops."
6.3 (Evilhumour, BNG1991)
Ciaphas ground his teeth together, his fingers clenching in a fist of pure rage as he looked upon the massive building set alongside the temple to Sanguinius.
It was not the first time he saw its kind: Leman had told him that more than once he had found the being had been installed into the Imperium in such a fashion. And despite the horrible actions it had done, Leman reluctantly admitted that the monster never did any wrong in their loop as it would consult the Emperor early enough for an agreement to be made when the latter was not Awake, so he could not openly move against the figure. After the two made their usual agreements, alongside the Adeptus Astartes there were the specialized psykers warriors that it made. Indebted and entirely loyal towards the Emperor, these Warp-blessed men would fight entirely along side the Imperium without any chance of triggering the second form that had once plagued its home Branch.
Leman had, before the loss of that Branch, agreed that while he did not approve of the now MLE's actions, the fact was that it had done wonders for the Imperium. Whenever it appeared and thus would be allowed to make as many contracts as its heart desired.
Stepping in deep with in the building with false praises and symbols singing praises to the small white creature, the Commissar remembered how angry Leman was when it held above his head the fact that Leman gave his word to never harm it in the loop as long as it obeyed the rules set down of leaving girls alone, and working to protect the Imperium against the Primarch.
Standing in front of the creature, Ciaphas paused in front of it and narrowed his eyes at it, incensed that it was amused and happy.
"Hello, Ciaphas." Kyubey said, sitting on the plush cushion. "Would you like to make a deal?"
Unlike Leman, Ciaphas made no such promise. Unleashing several of the cucco swarms he had against the incubator, Ciaphas pulled out his trusty laspistol and began to clean up some vile garbage that was in the Imperium.
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"Um, why am I a magical robot this loop?"
Leman was speechless, we could never blamed him for we never encounter a skeletal robot wearing magical girl uniform everyday. Then a sound of camera click happened to break the silent.
"Stop right there, chaotic scum! You have violated my dignity!"
Leman stared at the chasing Necron and his running brother Magnus, still comprehending what was going on…
6.4 (Evilhumour)
The Emperor of Mankind and improving father to the nineteen sons that he could remember slid back another tankard of ale at the bar. He was alone, which he preferred after dealing with the last loop.
Although, isolation was not looked well upon in the wide community of the Infinite Loops and so he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw a figure that the unknown would dismiss as a ditzy girl. To him and the rest of those within the known, she was one of the most powerful beings in all of their reality, a true beacon of hope, compassion and love.
She was also a friend that he could be more honest with than his sons. There were still issues that he had to deal with his sons and he was not ready for them yet.
"Hello Serena." Nodding his head, he pulled out a chair for her to sit down. While he could try and wave her away, he knew that she wouldn't take no for an answer and would insist on talking with him. It was also common courtesy and he was not a savage. "How are you faring?"
"Better than you, I would wager." She smiled knowingly at him, taking the seat and allowed herself to be pushed in. Waving the bartender over for her drink, she turned her attention back to the matter at hand. "Bad loop?"
Sighing, the Emperor took a moment to compose himself before taking a drink to steel his nerves. "It was our equivalent of the Conversation Bureau or Pokémon Wars."
With a sharp intake of air, one of the Original Seven loopers patted his arm. "Those are never fun." Taking a sip of her drink, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Although I doubt that is real reason for why you are here."
A smirk graced his face, tilting his head in the affirmative. "Yes, but to understand why, you must know what our nightmare loop is."
"I'm all ears." She smiled, allowing him to feel comfortable. "Most are not willing to share stories about this sort of stuff."
"I know, but as you once told me, it is best to talk and let others help," the Emperor sighed, stalling enough. "Although I was surprised that Fenrir did not warn us. Our nightmare loop happens whenever he tries to retrieve any data on the Primarchs of the Second and Eleventh Legion." He paused, seeing her move her head, telling him to speed up. "During those attempts, we are thrown into a situation where I am the Chaos God-Emperor of Mankind and with my sons, I have conquered the known universe in brutality beyond what is normal for us."
"I feel that there is more to this. Something else that is bothering you."
"You are truly wise Serena. During all my Awake Chaos God-Emperor of Mankind loops, and Leman has reported that this true, all of my sons are still with me. In those loops, I have managed to keep proper relations with all my sons. I am unable to save all my sons when I stay on the side of Order but in those loops, I have no such troubles. Words cannot express my fear that I am truly unable to save my sons unless I turn the very force that I fight against."
"Emperor, that's foolishness." Serena smiled softly, rubbing his arm. Her smile was that of an ancient person comforting a person taking their first steps into the world. "You've already made peace with Leman, Magnus, Vulkan and Konrad and you have not once stopped trying to save Angron from the Butcher Nails, you've done your best to show proper attention to Perturabo's work, to let Lorgar down gently about his worship of you, and-"
"You need not go on Serena." He patted her arm and flash an honest smile. "I know it is foolishness and I will never cease my attempts to save my sons from my harmful actions or other devices. But the mind still can wonder about the possibilities and fears linger about that without going to my worst, I am unable to be a good father."
"As long as you do not give into your fears and talk about them with others, I am sure it won't ever be a real problem. You are far too strong and wise to succumb to Chaos just to save your sons for one loop." Smirking, she took a sip of her ordered drink. "Besides, they are hell loops for a reason; they're the worst things about us throw into our faces and there is little we can do about them besides being with your friends so they can help you forget what you just dealt with. With that said, tell me what has Leman driven into ruin since our last meetup?"
Letting out a laugh, the Emperor let himself go into the chat with his friend, the memory and self-doubts about his tenure as the Chaos God-Emperor of Mankind already flowing away.
6.5 (Custodatar Paxis)
Silence fell across the hastily dug trenches of Death Korps of Krieg's dispatch regiment.
"People, I think they're...surrendering," One of the guardsmen struggled with the most alien word in his life.
"They're WHAT!?" The company Commander's outraged voice rang across the vox channel.
"They're surrendering," one of the Krieg's guardsmen repeated in absolutely panicked state, "THEY'RE SURRENDERING! WHAT DO WE DO!?"
6.6 (Evilhumour)
The Emperor of Mankind stared at his sons and did his best not facepalm.
"So Magnus, you are saying that you found Leman chasing this beast, which he hit you with, correct?"
His son nodded his head in embarrassment.
"So you responded by firing said creature at Leman."
Again, Magnus nodded his head.
"But then Leman ducked and you missed, hitting the foundation of the Himalazian mountains and sending the entire Imperial Palace crashing into the ground."
Both Leman and Magnus nodded their heads.
"While you were on Fenris."
Both men gulped and nodded their heads again.
"So tell me, how did you two crash everything here with a goat?!"
Neither of his sons had an answer for that, but the goat of destruction simply belted out a cry as it ate some grass. The Emperor of Mankind then facepalmed.
6.7 (MuEpsilon)
Listening to the conversation a short distance away, Gabriel suddenly frowned and took a closer look at his thunder hammer. Upon seeing the sigil engraved on the handle, he blanched.
"Old friend, " he said, turning to Isador, "it seems we are needed elsewhere on the battlefield."
"But-" Isador started to say.
"We are needed elsewhere on the battlefield," Gabriel said insistently, glancing rapidly between his hammer and the primarchs a short way off.
"Uhm...okay," Isador hesitantly responded, opening a Warp rift Gabriel hurriedly stepped through. After several moments Isador shrugged and followed.
6.8 (BNG1991)
Trazyn the Infinite wished he could make a whistle as he acquired the newest addition of his personal collection: Eldar's world spirit from Carnac. After all, you did not always get your hands on them everyday, and it definitely held the history of the entire Craftworld.
However, a Blood Raven Chapter Master appeared in his Solemnace Galleries was not in his possible scenario list, and it didn't help when he noticed his collection of history seemed to be vanished.
"How dare you take away the artefacts of historical events from the rightful preserver of history!"
"Nope!"
Trazyn could not do anything when he witnessed the Chapter Master disappeared by saying some fancy words aloud, and he swore the entire Blood Raven Chapter would pay the price of robbery!
6.9 (Heliomance, BNG1991)
Twilight's library shuddered, shook, and finally one wall smashed entirely. From the wreckage rolled a pair of enormous treads, carrying a vast tank. Nearly fourteen metres long, it looked slightly absurd emerging from the tree, that was clearly too small to hold it. The absurdity was compounded by the fact that it was painted a bright, cheery shade of pink, and each of its seven cannons was adorned with balloons.
Lemon Rush gaped at the Balloonblade Super Heavy Party Tank as it rotated its turret to aim at Tirek. "But - how?! To hide that tank there, you'd have to be some kind of-" - realisation flashed across his face and he tried to suppress a grin - "tactical genius!"
Twilight's eye started to twitch, as the dust from her demolished library began to settle around her. "PIIIIIINKIIIIIIIIE!"
"Twilight, there must be a mistake, I am Alpinkieriuse."
(Evilhumour, with Purrs's help)
Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer, page 621
Upon encountering a xeno in a form similar to that of a small equine of Holy Terra that possess appendages suited for flight with a yellow coat, a pink mane with an insignia of a butterfly or a humanoid woman resembling that posses the previously mentioned features, you are under the strictest orders to ensure no harm falls upon the xeno and all the needs of said xeno, labeled the Little Mother of the Primarchs due to her role in raising multiple Primarchs from their infancy. If you try to use physical, mental or any kind of force against the xeno creature, no amount of prayer towards the God-Emperor will save your soul from the assured volatile retribution of the Primarchs and it is preferred that you separate yourself from other soldiers as to minimize the loss of capable soldiers.
6.10 (Evilhumour)
Yarrick sighed, rubbing his glass helmet as he watched his colored soldiers surround and smash the foolish bug that tried to get in their way. On one hand, this was a fairly easy loop to deal with as long as you were able to micromanage soldiers efficiently and all the times he had been a commissar as well as other military roles in these damnable loops, he was well used to having everything fit to a well organized plan baring outside incidents.
"Haha, wez gotz this one boys!" The red flower pikmin leader shouted as the rest roared in agreement. "Letz gets more loot for Old Man Yarrick!"
With an eye twitching, Yarrick watched the Ork pikmin run past him with abundance speed, almost tripping over the invisible purple pikmin that were very hard to see.
It was very hard to keep to schedule when these things happened, and the damnable Tree seemed to love placing him with those green idiots.
With a weary sigh, he put his current squad of Ork pikmin away as he watched the treasure meter go up as the ship took it, he took a full squad of his lucky blue idiots out to deal with this Submerged Castle area. Hopefully this wouldn't be as bad as the rest as this damn loop, and he'd soon be done with dealing with all this insanity and go back to the normal insanity of what he called home.
6.1 Toasters are always odd things in the loop, to be fair.
6.2 Even the Necrons know not to let Leman drive.
6.3 Every Looper has one to call a vacation, MLEs are no exception.
6.4 A talk between friends.
6.5 The most impossible scenarios in Warhammer 40,000: people putting down their guns.
6.6 At significant velocity.
6.7 Not exactly sure…
6.8 They did not steal anything, merely 'found' it.
6.9 Who would have guessed?
6.10 Tempting fate is never a good idea, Yarrick.
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