/tg/ - Traditional Games

Krooza changes back to Krooza mode as da boyz harvest the tyranid chitin for Krooza's new coat.

>This alone was interesting. I would have thought the players would go for a Luchador mask, but they decided to loot one later.

"Dun worry, boss, we'ze take care uv evryfin'." says Uzgob and Grakkar.

At this point, the Kill Team looks down and notices something - they're a lot bigger.

"Oi, izzit jus' me or iz everyfin' feelin smaller? Didn't fink I eats dat much." notes Kroz.
"Hmm." observes Grakgut, looking down at his arms, "Oi fink weze bigga now." observes Grakgut.
"Dat dun make sense. I dun feel smarta." protests Kroz.
"Ya see..." rambles Grakgut, "Dere comes a time in erry orkz loife wen 'e starts growin' in places. It moight be weird, and it moight be scary. But itz da natural fing."
"Ya mean..." says Wazgor.
"It'z kalled Noberty."
"Weze nobz now! Bigga, stronga, seein' fingz betta!" yells Wazgor excitedly.
"But if oi ain't smarta, bigga ain't werf one gitty bit." sighs Kroz.
"If ya wanna get smarta, try eatin' bookz. Oi 'ear dat digestin' a good book makes ya smarta!" replies Grakgut.

Krooza changes back to Krooza mode as da boyz harvest the tyranid chitin for Krooza's new coat.

>This alone was interesting. I would have thought the players would go for a Luchador mask, but they decided to loot one later.

"Dun worry, boss, we'ze take care uv evryfin'." says Uzgob and Grakkar.

At this point, the Kill Team looks down and notices something - they're a lot bigger.

"Oi, izzit jus' me or iz everyfin' feelin smaller? Didn't fink I eats dat much." notes Kroz.
"Hmm." observes Grakgut, looking down at his arms, "Oi fink weze bigga now."
"Dat dun make sense. I dun feel smarta." protests Kroz.
"Ya see..." rambles Grakgut, "Dere comes a time in erry orkz loife wen 'e starts growin' in places. It moight be weird, and it moight be scary. But itz da natural fing."
"Ya mean..." says Wazgor.
"It'z kalled Noberty."
"Weze nobz now! Bigga, stronga, seein' fingz betta!" yells Wazgor excitedly.
"But if oi ain't smarta, bigga ain't werf one gitty bit." sighs Kroz.
"If ya wanna get smarta, try eatin' bookz. Oi 'ear dat digestin' a good book makes ya smarta!" replies Grakgut.

As the Kill Team continues to flaunt their hulkingness, the Skanna Jamma starts beeping. Smacking it a bit, the Kill Team gets the message to play on the Main Screen.

"Word up, word up, this is Inquisitor Doggfather to Catalyst Station, that kill team still around? I got a job for'em."
"Rokkin'. Dats alwayz a gud foight!" says Kroz.
"Dre finally got his ass over here, and we been looking for more info on that busta that's been causing chaos everywhere. I sent some Acolytes to a space hulk that appeared over Tempest."
Doggfather's message pauses a moment.
"I think they dead. I need that Kill Team to head out there and check it out." says Doggfather.
"Anuvva spess 'ulk?" asks Grakgut.
"Their last transmission was rather promising - 'We found it! The informa-what? WHo are you? Oh God Emprah! You're everyone! You're------blargh.'"
"Everyone?" asks Kroz, starting to get confused, "Iz youze? Iz me? Iz you me?"
"But yeah, I'll meet them when I can. I need that info off the space hulk, and I think they can do it."
Doggfather's message cuts out.

"I'z be in da mekbridge..." says Kroz.

While Clarence brings the Kill Team up to the Mekbridge, they see Uzgob and Grakkar supervising krooza coat creation. Arriving at the bridge, the Kill Team notes additional information relayed during the message. The space hulk is a very "small" one, named the Wisdom of Ackbar. It only recently appeared over Tempest, and rarely appears over this part of the sector. Doggfather sent Five Acolytes. Their objective lay toward the front of the space hulk, in its datatoriums.

"Hmm...wots an Ackbar?" asks Wurrza.

"Tenshun, Tenshun. Dis iz yer bigmek speakin'. Da Looted Krooza iz gunna go find sum big spess'ulk an loot iz sekrits. Keep yer spacedoors not open an yer gubbinz in da propa position." states Kroz over ship vox.

Da Looted Krooza engages the warp drives, and forces its way into the warp.

The trip is estimated to take about two days, given Tempest's proximity to Ix. However,it doesn't feel like two days. It feels like days stretching into weeks stretching into months.
>And once again I forgot to give insanity.
While Wazgor reads the greasy Codex Astartes, 'Eadmangla fiddles with the drone he looted, and Kroz cranks out upgrades for guns because he can, the rest of da boyz keep themselves entertained with one-sided grot vs gaunt battles ft. face-eater squig. Grakgut and Wurrza head to the painbay and begin orkifying the rest of the Rambisaurs. They successfully orkify one, and turn another into a dedicated loot-hauler. Wurrza and Grakgut consider further enhancements, such as a dakka-specced Rambisaurus or even a Psy Familiar.

Finally appearing over the stormy world of Tempest, the Kill Team can see the space hulk Wisdom of Ackbar hovering silently over it. It appears more Rokk than Ship, off visual observations. Both Kroz and 'Eadmangla can pick out some suitable landing spots, some small enough for the Last Danca, some capable of docking da Looted Krooza to. Da boyz are clamoring for the larger of the bunch.

Kroz successfully manages to dock Krooza to the side of the Space Hulk. The doors explode open as thousands of Orks pour onto the hulk. Surprisingly, the Kill Team can see Uzgob head in with a number of the boyz.

"Oi, Uzgob. Wots yer plan?" asks Kroz.
"Lootin' fingz, boss! Oi need sum stuff!" replies Uzgob.
"Dats Gud, dats Gud. Oi, keep an eye out fer rokkits. Iz gunna need a lots."
"Hurr hurr, roight. Me too. I'z split it if we foind sum!"
"An' lemme know if ya see any witchy gitz out dere." says Wurrza.
"Roight, boss." says Uzgob as he leads his mek-teams into the hulk.

Eadmangla takes point, and sneaks deeper into the hulk. He can hear the random shooting of da boyz as they stomp their way through their section of the hulk.
"Oy, 'Eadmangla, why you ain't big an' nobby yet?" asks Wazgor.
"Dunno. But oi'z ded sneaky dis way." shrugs 'Eadmangla over the vox.

"Wut betta way ta charge inta a trap den ta TANK MODE!" yells Grakgut as he transforms into tank mode, and gathers the rest of the kill team.

As Grakgut tonka tuffs through the hulk, da boyz hanging off him, Wurrza rides his Rambisaur SkullMuncha while scanning with his brain, and 'Eadmangla sneaks through the ducts, they all converge at one point - one point with a glowing blue light.

"Got a selection of good things on sale, stranger..." says the Merchant.

Kroz starts off by trying and failing to acquire a shitton of rokkitz. The rest of the Kill Team does better. Grakgut acquires ship repairs. Wurrza manages to get a psychically attuned grapnel. Wazgor picks up a stylish ballistic duster. 'Eadmangla gets a Drone Constructor Interface, so he can use his drone easily.

As a team, they decide to upgrade their shields. They manage to get a box of good-quality Iron Halo Boss Poles, with PR 50, and in decorative colors. Each member of the kill team takes their color (Black, Blue, Red, Green, and Silver, I believe), and adjusts their new shields.

"Enjoy, stranger, heh heh heh..." says the Merchant as he walks around a corner.

>>17601277
We gots no yellow? Something's lacking here... Everyone know black, green and sometimes white are all the same ork (sometimes white is pink, though).

We may have a cloning problem

The kill team then makes awareness. While most of them make it, Wazgor, who has spent thousands of XP and multiple acquisitions to boost his perception, still fails it at first. Listening through the darkness, Wazgor, 'Eadmangla, and Grakgut hear something echo through the halls. It appears to be a woman screaming.

"Skreamin' 'umie. Musta run inta da traps." says Grakgut.
"Uh... Iz dat gud fer us or bad fer us?" asks Kroz.
Grakgut listens closer, and determines the scream to be one of terror.
"Gud fer us. Let'z rokk." yells Grakgut, engaging Tank Mode.

'Eadmangla hops back into the vents, heading toward the source of the sound. Grakgut begins driving off with the rest of the party. 'Eadmangla begins to approach another vent exit. He can see it leads to a large room. Peering in, he sees a woman curled up screaming. Next to her are five skeletons. 'Eadmangla undoes the vent, and sneaks down.

Meanwhile, Grakgut, Wurrza, Wazgor, and Kroz are approaching 'Eadmangla's position at 18 m/s. They see a large sealed door in front of them. It is large and sealed.
"Dis door be large n' sealed." notes Grakgut.
Kroz fires a plasma blast at the door, in time for Grakgut to knock softly and annihilate the door. 'Eadmangla reunites with the kill team, and all turn to the woman on the ground.

"Oh, Inquisitor Doggfather sent space marines!" she cries, "I knew he wouldn't forget us!"
"Uh, 'ello." says Grakgut.
"I got locked in here trying to find a way out. " she says, "I'm Adept Lydia."
"Iz Kroz Rubbykonzes. Bigmek of da Deffwotch. We'ze ridin' Boss Apothicurry Grakgut." says Kroz, distracting the Adept long enough for Grakgut to loot the five skeletons.
"Where are yer otha boyz?" asks Grakgut.
"The other acolytes are dead. I got separated from them, then I heard their screams!" says the Adept.
Grakgut then picks up the adept and does medicae to determine damage, which involves lots of poking with a mechadendrite and vigorous shaking to make sure one's bitz are all there.
"Noble Space Marines, now that you're here, we can finish our mission! We need to head to the Datatorium and get that information!" says the Adept, slightly dizzy.

Meanwhile, 'Eadmangla pulls over Wurrza.
"Oy, sumfin' ain't roight 'bout dis. Betta keep ya third eye out." whispers 'Eadmangla.
"Yeah..." replies Wurrza.
'Eadmangla then continues back into the vents, sneaking around.

"Da Wizdum of Akbar sounds like dat fing da Black Pantherz woz smokin. Dat stuff grow on dis 'ulk?" asks Kroz.
"Not quite, Astartes. This hulk is known for its Datatorium, where a lot of information is held," says Lydia, "And we were told it would have info on the Lector problem."
This sets the Kill Team into rage mode.
"The Datatorium is in the front of the hulk! That way!" points the adept.
"An' yer shure dat derez no traps?" asks Grakgut.
"I can't say. We never reached it before....before..." she looks to be breaking down.
"Before wut?" presses Grakgut.
"Before everyone was slaughtered." sighs the Adept, "I don't know. First everyone was fine, but then the screaming and the blood and..."
The adept begins to cry.
Wurrza psychically scans her brain, and sees great fear. Grakgut, confused, attempts common lore Imperium, and succeeds. Imperial lore calls this "stupid girly stuff."
"Ah!" yells Grakgut in revelation, "So dis iz wut a "girl" iz! Deyz wear dressez, soz deyz da tuffest uv da 'umiez! Dis must be dere WAAAAAGH!"
Everyone jumps onto Grakgut and begins tonka tuffing towards the Datatorium.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbDNXwC0oGI

'Eadmangla, having a head start of about 15 minutes of navigating the vents, comes across a large glowing room filled with cogitators.

The datatorium. The vent gives easily enough, and 'Eadmangla approaches the lines of cogitators. He looks around, and deems nothing to be demanding of his attention, so he starts pushinh random buttons. The cogitator starts talking. It seems to be reciting information about hive city architecture. After about 5 minutes, the cogitator stops talking. "Eadmangla now has a basic understanding of hive city architecture.

"Hurr hurr, dis fing iz fun." says 'Eadmangla.

Before he can press another button, however, the rest of the Kill Team slams through the door.

"Oy, we'ze 'ere." states Grakgut.
"Yes. Allow me to move the information, and we'll be good." she says as she pulls out a dataslate and moves to the central cogitator bank.

Kroz takes up a defensive position, expecting an ambush at any time.
"Keep yer gubbinz open, we'ze gonna get lekterz soon 'nuff probably." he says as he sets up guns.
Grakgut takes out the skeletons, and starts a puppet show. Wazgor picks his nose while 'Eadmangla and Wurrza sift through the cogitators, listening to some and grabbing others. 'Eadmangla is watching the Adept carefully.

After a moment, "All right, Astartes, the data is here." Adept Lydia holds up a dataslate. Kroz verifies that all the data has been moved, and downloads a copy to his own cybork bitz. He passes the dataslate to 'Eadmangla.

"Oi. Wen we git back ta da Krooza, ya gotta show us 'ow deze 'dressez' is sposed ta werk." says Grakgut.
"Of course, noble Astartes." says Lydia.

Grakgut begins to grab the kill team, as 'Eadmangla begins climbing up a vent. He motions to it, telling Lydia to head in first. However, as his back is turned, he suddenly feels something burn into his back. Plasma.

The Kill Team can hear Adept Lydia...laughing.
"HAHA! 'ERE'S DA TRAP!" yells Grakgut excitedly.
"WOT I SAY? TOLD YA!" laughs Kroz.

"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! You know, you should never trust strangers, Deathwatch! This is gonna be fun!" she yells as her form changes from a human to a vaguely chitinous insectoid form.

A Lacrymole.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SySV9xBU6M

The Kill Team naturally begins opening fire in every possible direction, mostly at the Lacrymole, however. After a shot from 'Eadmangla and a psychic barrage from Wurrza, Lacrymole Lydia charges Grakgut. This wouldn't norbally be a problem, except for the fact she transformed into a Carnifex. While Grakgut's shield saves him, the Kill Team needs to focus their fire into it to bring it down. Wurrza, however, decides now is a great time to push, and gets Shadow in the Warp. While some of the Kill Team takes insanity, something else happens.

Skullmuncha frenzies.

>>17601491
Yeah, right after setting up to stand guard Kroz and Grakgut were discussing the likelihood of that chick being Garo. Well, I was slightly wrong, but that's a good thing. She gave us a good fight. Garo would've run. Pointy'eaded git.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAhDE5ZAHhk

Wurrza is now along for the ride as Skullmuncha drives headlong into the Carnifex and Grakgut, stumbling them and forcing another transformation into a Chaos Mehreen Raptor. Now it's flying around shooting plasma everywhere. The kill team continues firing at it, as it shifts forms again, this time into a swarm of Scarabs. Wazgor fires his blast weapons into it, which brings on the next transformation. If there was any doubt to this thing's loyalties, they were dispelled once the transformation into a daemonic Logician was completed. Wurrza fires his psygrapnel into it, now dragging it in every direction as Skullmuncha is freaking the fuck out. As it's dragged, it fires lightning in every direction, and while Wazgor manages to duck most of the damage, "Eadmangla takes a catastrophic 55 damage hit. As the Logician takes critical damage and begins sinking, it transforms once again into an XV-8 battlesuit, laying down heavy firepower at the kill team. However, Heavy Weapons and Power Klaws win the day as the XV-8 battlesuit destabilizes, and the Lacrymole takes her original form again. Wurrza psygrapnels her, but she attempts one last shot with her plasma pistol.

Which overheats.

And fries her.

"Silly Garo, yer lettin' yourself go..." laughs Wurrza.

The lacrymole falls dead, its arm smoking and plasma pistol steaming. Skullmuncha finally calms down.

Grakgut grabs the body, intent on turning it into octocamo or something back on the ship.

The datatorium stands ruined otherwise. The voxcaster starts blaring.
"Awroight boss!" yells Uzgob, "Oi got wot oi need! I'z 'eadin' back to da krooza."
"Wot ya got?" asks Kroz.
"Kan't tell ya, boss! Izza sekrit!" replies Uzgob.
"Yoo tryin' ta 'ide sumfin'?" asks Grakgut.
"It ain't done, boss. When da fing's done, i'z show it off!" states Uzgob.
"....Bettah be gud." mumbles Wazgor.
"Hurr hurr...betta be good 'e sez..." chuckles Uzgob as the vox ends.

The Kill Team decides to head back to the Krooza. Kroz takes a look through the information. Some stuff stands out. Bits of information about a world called Nogred...

...and something called a Logitech. The Kill Team recognizes the world - it's pretty close by, relatively. Reaching the Krooza, da boyz are moving cords and chains and pipes and 'eavy rokkitz around.

"UZGOB, WARM UP DA ENJINZ, WEEZE WARPIN' ROIGHT BACK OUT!" yells Kroz.
"Roight, boss." replies Uzgob.
"All warmed up for you, boss." says Clarence, pulling up in his buggy, "Hop on."
Ah! Clarence!" says Grakgut. "Wut do ya know 'bout girl 'umiez?"
"Ha. Now there's a question, boss." says Clarence, "and even in this day and age, nobody has the answer to that one."
"So wot iz dis fing?" asks Wazgor, pointing at the dead Lacrymole.
"Whyz 'umiez all soft an' pink, but da girlz iz all 'ard an' kan turn ta dakka?" asks Grakgut.
"Women think differently than you or I." says Clarence as he looks down, "though I can say that that's a Xeno, and thus all that needs to be done is to krump them."
"So dis ain't a 'umie?" asks Grakgut.
"It impersonates one, but isn't a human one, no." says Clarence, "though if you have more questions, I'm in the space between the painbay and the mekbay."

The Kill Team reaches the bridge, where Kroz connects to Krooza. Wazgor heads to the kitchen, and prepares to eat the bitz of the Lacrymole that Grakgut no longer needs.

"SETTING BITZ FER NOGRED. WEEZE IZ GUNNA TAKE DOWN LOGITEK!" yells Kroz, "ALL KROO, GET READY FER WARP FUNNY BITZ. WE GOTS A PLANET FULL OF LEKTERS TA TAKE ON!"
Sustained by the Waaaagh of da boyz, Da Looted Krooza enters the warp with a resounding crashing sound.

>Each member of the kill team takes their color (Black, Blue, Red, Green, and Silver, I believe)
DEFFWOTCH SENTAI
I FUCKING KNEW IT

>>17601583
That became obvious about 2-3 sessions in, when the Deffwotch met the Lifeguard soon before or after getting their own colored field belts. Sentai vs Sentai. Which was then followed by the giant transforming krooza. And the Orkross Kannon

So yes, overall I took a few liberties and filled in some vagueness regarding the Lacrymole's abilities, and I think it turned out rather well.

I for one cannot wait to see 'Eadmangla's reaction when he learns he must take 55 damage.

>>17601706
He woke up a few minutes after game ended so I informed him of the blow.

Mechanically speaking he'll probably be back up to maybe 5-10 wounds depending on the trip length and Grakgut's expertise by the time we're done with our short warp though.

It was a good fight though. Makes me wonder if our characters won't "I accidentally all of the hostilities" with some horrible blundering stumble into professional diplomacy in some near-future encounter. Surely zuvassin's rolls are demanding that sort of horrific karma now

>>17601706
How in hells are orks surviving blows that cripple tanks?

>>17601768

Well, considering he's still wearing his 'ard armor to not get penalties to sneak, he's looking at around only 18 soak. He's probably in the middle criticals.

>>17601784

Shas'o started them off with Unnatural toughness bonus in wounds. So they have wounds and armor equivalent to a space marine. Not to mention orks get about 3-4 extra wounds each rank in their progression.

>>17601768

Well, the only thing that would guarantee nuking your disguise would be Supa Dimenshun Stompa mode engaging when people are watching you. It will set off all the alarms if that happens.

>>17601784
There were minor liberties taken in the implant and character generation sections.

-Starting HP included unnatural toughness, meaning an extra 3-4 wounds on average over even the normal ork.
-We were allowed to get orkified imperial implants so that means we have 2ap from dermal armor: what ork doesn't cover himself up in sheetmetal after all?

Since there's such a huge difference between regular ork 'armer and Mega'Armer, something on the low-end of inbetween was alloted for those that didn't want to be grakgut (whatever's left of him that isn't disruption fields, pistons and tank parts, it ain't much), for a base 7AP (mega'armer is like 14). Granted that means fellows like Kroz are more Magos-with-captain's-coat (ballistic surcoat armor upgrade) than Space Marine anymore.

Toss in the unnatural TB of an ork, and you're easily looking at -20 or more from a Penetration 0 hit, 22-26 wounds, and then half damage for the crit table. Whatever took the hit probably isn't even broken. But even a normal rank 2 ork would have survived to fight another day. We're rank 5.

>>17601805

As Ard as getting your damn saiga converted?

>>17601896

>>17601805
If he never got the mekscale, and he has no physical-AP shield... This might actually be 6-8 on the table. Location would determine whether that's a permanent facemelt or just a broken arm.

>>17601834
Two ranks of sound constitution per rank of freebooter. Doubt any of us have been taking it lately though. A rank 3 that's taken them should be roughly where we are.

>>17601860
I meant at some point we'll accidentally talk our way out of an entire fight, and only realise it after leaving with everyone waving happy at us or something and then all the orks will feel bad.

Is the SDS mode that obviously heretical in looks? Or is it because of the hat?
Its the hat isn't it

Now I feel kinda bad about having told him instead of leaving it as a surprise... But I guess he'd just have caught up on the logs.

Ah well. Once again, lots of fun. Wouldn't be ranting off about it if it wasn't. Unless it was really bad. Bit of a habit after all.

>>17601950

It's more along the lines of the Imperium doesn't have such "archeotech" anymore and given what Krooza actually looks like (and will continue to look like) it will set off every red flag and the orange ones as well.

>>17602086
Are you implying that our beautiful imperial vessel is starting to look like it was somehow stolen by a bunch of orks with a tailoring habit?

>>17602110

Of course not! Who would ever consider such a heretical idea?

>>17602131
Good. Because the Cod Deck totally says..
uh
that's uh...
what.. um
Da Empruh Transformz inta ta take on da otha iron nobz

how in the flying shit are they able to convince anyone they are sphess mahreens when they are orks that act all orky?

>newfag here please don't kill me...

>>17602186

>>17602186

>>17602186
The imperium is heavily versed in "Ignorance is Strength". The average worlder, atop this, have never seen a starship in their life. Let alone one with space marines on it. Let alone the space marines.

So. You've got a ship with Imperial ID, showing up in orbit, bellowing loudly. Its not just able to (like most vessels) flatten your fucking capital, if not Exterminatus (its exactly what it sounds like) the whole motherfucking planet, barring some VERY heavy planetary defenses with great range...

Its also filled with heavily armored giants in colored shells that talk wierd, only have fighting on the brain, have lots of massive engineering bits sticking out of their massive bodies, quote ancient and wierd things in some fucked up dialects, speak of the Emperor as a warrior to be adulated rather than a god to beg for everything, kill shit with fucking ease, and survive single hits from antitank weaponry with disturbing regularity. On top of this, many of them have odd colored skin or other mutations, which somehow are considered acceptable anyways.

By the way... I was describing space marines just there. And there's yer problem. If we're going around saving planets just so WE get to steal the awesome waaagh before the real marines get there, how's any poor bugger ever gonna know?

There's a few that know what the Deffwotch really is, including one daemon-hunting chapter. But what's the point of waging war on a willing ally when there's far larger threats to speak of? So they humor us. Or maybe they're all secretly orks too.

Kroz would wager its the latter for more than half of'em.

But you probably shouldn't take his word for it.
He's at like 31 insanity.

>>17602186

What orks? I see only loyal servants of the Emperor, avenging angels of death.

>>17602290
>>17602268
Dis Shas'O know the kroz player was gonna wall of text?

>>17602186

The sector is full of retards.

>The adept begins to cry.
>Imperial lore calls this "stupid girly stuff."

oh shas

late night bump

guys

what if...

just hear me out guys

the deffwotch are just Digganobs that pretended to be orks so much they forgot they were human, trying to pass off as human?

and what if the rest of the imperium is the descendants of past orks that tried to steal fights, but pretended so long they forgot they were orks?

I've bought sound constitution every chance I could, and am sitting at roughly 24 wounds I believe.

Of course all the big stuff goes after me so it is more than needed.

The real issue now is to decide what the hell we're going to do with Miss Liddywaaagh here.

bump of early morning greatness

>>17604547

Well, what can one do with a dead lacrymole?

>>17607880
It's more of a question of what CAN'T one do with a dead lacrymole! This thing can turn into anything. Even a vague concept of what we need it to turn into.

I actually had an idea last night. What if.... What if we combined it with one uv da boyz (or players) to grant them orkified shapeshifting powers?

>>17608276

Given that the thing is dead, it will be impossible to force a change into specific weapons or armor. However, grafting as a sort of "octo-camo" can work, as you suggested earlier.

oh man, what if like, you could use a dead lacrymole almost like a multipurpose reusable "bernie" like from the movie weekend at bernies.

>Give it a little bit of taxidermy
>Give it the correct electric jolt to form a useful persona, like an important looking inquisitor, or commissar or governor or something.
>then you know, lug him around and make him look alive n shit in order to sneak past areas or whatever.

>>17610740
addendum

for example

trying to get into some restricted area
>guardsman- I'm sorry deathwatch, I'm under orders only to allow members of the commissariat past this point
>oh, ok. *walks around a corner to where the rest of the deffwotch is waiting with the lacrymole corpse, dials some kinda zapper to "kamisar mode" and zaps the xeno stiff.
>fit the lacrymole with a little voxcaster unit on its person linking up to a microphone one of the boys around the corner has.
>deffwotch come back to the guardsman with a commissar apparently being steadied between them
>the commissar says in a tinny static-filled voice "oy you dumb git, let dese guys thru, or i'll krump you good in da name uv da empra, shh no i gotz da mic, back off!"
>guardsman lets them pass.

>>17610740
>>17610857

I'm okay with this. But it would be up to the players.