Quoted By:
“Hello, battle-master, I’m Ninety-Nine. I didn’t know you were also joining, Emperor, you have a lot of snacks, do you like eating flesh too?”
Malor Sakand stared at this delightful thing. He and his warband had been hired by the rival of this forge world to eliminate their vat grown tyranid and this forge world’s Fabricator General for double payment in weapons. So, here he was, staring at the tiny thing that was an affront of humanity, he would have squashed it, but the thing spoke something interesting.
“By joining, who do you refer to, meat?”
“You and your kill-team? From the watch fortress?” Ninety-Nine said confusedly. “Are you not from Deff Watch?”
“Ah yes. I am. My kill-team has separated for now. Why have you come here?”
“To look for the grown tyranids.” Ninety-Nine answered obediently.
“They are here, I can confirm that.” Malor said. “I will be taking command now. You are to follow me, am I clear?”
Ninety-Nine nodded. Yet… something did not make sense. Why was the kill-team separated and why wasn’t she told? Then again, why did this battle-master look so different? They didn’t eat snacks like her! Ninety-Nine’s tiny brain (but soon to be big) sweated to add the details together. Think… think… think!
Difficulty: 9
Amount of rolls: 1
Dice: d10
Modifier: Intelligence +3
Reason: Ninety-Nine does know how the average loyalist astartes looks like, but she is used to listening to orders. This is a critical thinking moment for her. She does not know traitor astartes exist but knows that something is strange.
Success: +1 intelligence, Ninety-Nine will ask some questions which will make the Night Lord give up playing games which will lead to her hiding until he leaves.
Failure: Ninety-Nine will do what he says
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