Adeptus Ridiculous - All Guardsmen Party reading (FOR REAL THIS TIME) | Warhammer 40k fanfic

Episode Date: August 13, 2021

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Welcome everybody to the Adeptus Ridiculous podcast. My name is Bricky. Join with me as my co-host, D.K. at Diamantis. I am doing the intro now because this is different episode and it's not a normal episode. And if I fuck up the intro, it's acceptable if I fuck up the intro, it's okay. Due to both popular demand and a promise we made a while ago but never got around to finally fulfilling, we are back with the All-Gardsman Party reading. If you can remember it last time A lot of people were very

Yay, they're going to read the All-Garzman Party And then we got super shit-faced And we actually remember very little of it And then we talked about bullshit for like 20 minutes Yeah, I remember nothing About the guardsman party, literally zero I remember drinking half a bottle of whiskey That's it

I think you gotta remember like They create their characters by which ones lived From like a giant battle and stuff like that and you should remember that part. I do vaguely remember that they were like, oh, hooray, some of us survived. And they're like, oh, congrats. Now you're in the Inquisition. And it's like, uh-oh.

Okay, that's good enough. That's good enough. Okay. That's all I remember is battle someone survived Inquisition. Oh, no. Yes, good. That's good. It's good enough.

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I mean, it's 10.45 a.m. right now. I have Dunkin' Donuts. I, I don't. Well, that's because you've got anime hat. What is that hat, D.K.? It's a toky-doki hat. I don't think it says anything specific. It just has like cherry blossoms.

I think it says toky-dokey on the brim. And cherry blossoms on the bottom. Yeah. It's cool. like toky dokey i don't know toky dokey though that's why um yeah i mean they're they're kind of known for like the the female on the hat that's kind of like their primo design but yeah isn't that most anime like isn't isn't what's the chick with a giant like bear it 50 cow but in like a bikini oh uh yoko isn't she like the the face of the show thing well yeah she's like the face of

Gurin Lagan, but not, she's not like the face of anime. She's kind of I meant of the show is what I was saying. Oh yeah, but this isn't. Okay. This is just some dude's drawing depiction of I said, shy, cut all this,

this anime. We talked enough about this in the last one. Boy, I like Aminae. Yeah, I don't. Okay, so we're starting with guardsmen and pilgrims set language to Italian.

Yes, please read it in Italian, please. Why is it only Italian in English? It's because they're big fans of the word bears. All right, all right. So I start with the first one. Okay. Gross. Yeah, take a sip.

Take a sip. Jesus. So last time the surviving remnants of a registered. Intimative Imperial Guard found themselves the guests of the Ordos Zenos. Several guardsmen were found to be harboring gene-stealer infections and were purged, but the remainder were given the opportunity to continue to serve the Imperium as soldiers of the Inquisition. I like how we completely forgot to mention that because we didn't remember most of guardsmen and pilgrims, because we were too wasted, we're starting from the beginning.

Continuing. So no shit, there we were, 37 guardsmen who had just graduated the Darwin's, School of Veterans see on an Inquisition ship getting told that our lives would now consist of hanging out with just about the scariest people in the Imperium doing whatever they told us to. Serving in the Inquisition is not a very normal job, as in there's no way of knowing how things are going to work or what you'll have to do. Inquisitors have tons of leeway and how they do things, so each one runs their team

in their own unique way. You might get an Inquisitor who likes to travel around following rumors and hanging out with the heroes of the Imperium, and it's your job to act as the cavalry when they get into trouble. You might get an inquisitor who is really in a research and wind up spending all your time guarding an incredibly disturbing science facility. You might get an inquisitor who hangs out playing psychic

nursemaid to a band of spies and end up being used as a meat suit by your boss when he feels a personal touch is needed. Or you might get the inquisitorial equivalent of a Pokemon trainer. You know, the inquisitors are psychers, right?

They're like under control-ish psychers. Is that the Inquisition? No, Inquisitors are like the KGB. They're like the secret police. They kind of go, sometimes they can be psychers. Often they either use their psychic ability to root out people or they're spies, their secret police, they're the KGB. They go to your world and they're like, I think there might be demons afoot. And I'm going to find out who's doing it.

And if they find out, then they blow up your world. Right. The Inquisitors are the only people who can commit exterminatus. Oh, they're the only ones. Well, they're the only people with the power to do so. I mean, I'm pretty sure if you asked Malcador to do it, you could be like, let's go. But the Inquisition didn't exist during Malcador's time. So, yes, they are the church's secret police.

When it said end up being used as a meat suit, I couldn't help but think of Hel Dane and how he got his grimy little paws into people and made them do shit. Yeah. on the ghost. Yeah. I mean, Hel Dane was a psycher. Yeah,

yeah, he was in a... Or Helbane, whatever his name was. Horseman. He had a queen face. No, you're actually right.

People told me that apparently he's a reoccurring character in a different Inquisitor book. And he's there, and he got fucked up. And so he reconstructed his face to look like a horse to scare people.

You are actually right. He does have a horse face. He's a furry. You were right. I was right. Nice. He got what he fucking deserved. You get what you fucking deserved, Murray. Your turn, next paragraph.

Pokemon trainer isn't the best way to put it. Pokemon professor might be better. Our Inquisitor collected teams from across the sector and handed them out to interrogators who needed to get their feet wet leading a team. This was actually a pretty important role. Not every Inquisitor has time or men to spare when an apprentice interrogator is ready to move on, so they would get sent to our boss. He would set them up with a team and mission and keep an eye on how they did. He had a real name,

but we called him Professor Oak. Oak had a fair number of recruitment teams that wandered around looking for fresh meat, one of which was hanging around our battle checking for gene stealers and drafting guardsmen who wouldn't be missed. We got packed up and sent along to Oak's mobile base of operations and got put through a crash course and being an inquisition being an Inquisition Goon Squad. Then we got Splendosveno squads of five or six partnered up with some combat light

teams and handed out a dewy-eyed interrogator like the 40K equivalent of a bobbosaur. Handed out to dewy-eyed interrogators. What an interesting way to put it. Dewey-eyed interrogators, yeah. Is Professor Oak a

reoccurring character in Pokemon? Or he was like, or he was like a big one from like a really popular game way back when. So he was the professor for like red and blue, like the OG like Gen 1 professor. I don't know. That's why he's known so well. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. He was also in the, you know, the cartoon. I don't remember if he was in.

I think he shows up in some of the other gens, but he's not like the main professor. You say the cartoon. and you know the is the anime well I know you have a little disdain for anime I don't want to poke the bear you know you can say the word anime I'm not

it's like a fucking Russian trigger words I don't know man you say anime and then I immediately I immediately start your head explodes no I turn into um Jordy Lafour is that the name of in Star Trek who wait which one's Jordy

he's the one with the Pfizer. Yeah, okay, Jory LaFour, in that one episode of TNG, when he asked to kill someone, he's just kind of like walking down the hallway, because he's like a sleeper agent, because the Romulins did some bullshit to him. It's like, anime, and I perk up, and I go turn.

And you turn to an assassin. And I go kill the guy who made Genshin impact. Well, that was China. That was, that was Miho, yo. But it wasn't one guy. I don't give a shit. That's a lot of people you got a, you got off if you're going to get rid of everyone that made

Genshin. That's probably a good point, yeah. Granted, China also made Rage Shadow Legends. So, you know, I got a lot of options out there. You do. You have a lot of options. Genshin is kind of trash anyway. That gotcha system is so... Whatever happened to you?

I thought you grinded the shit out of Genshin. I did, and it's because I grinded the shit out of Genshin that I now have sort of like this disdain. I'll still play it, but it's like, oh, I feel 30. Like, I shouldn't be playing this. I shouldn't be playing. It's exactly like Warframe.

Except, isn't it scummy. Yeah, D.D.E. is at least nice. Yeah, gotcha. Oh, my God. The gotcha and Genshin is so fucking scummy. Holy shit. It's bad.

Anyway. Okay, speaking of scummy people. We were playing as the guardsman. Everyone else was handled by the DM. Each team was filled out to 10 by other classes leading towards the non-combat side. Some more adepts, psychers, and tech priests than the other classes. There was some of everything.

in each group as well as the interrogator, who could be pretty much anything. We worked with our DM to split our survivors up into groups. Then he tackled on the sheets, or tacked on the sheets, sorry, for our NPC associates, gave us a very vague overview of what each group's assignment was and asked us which one we wanted to play as. The groups we didn't play as would all go on their own missions and the survivors would meet us when we got back to base. We chose the squad that was being sent as part of a two-team force to check out some

suspect cultist activity in a pilgrim fleet. Our roster consisted of five guardsmen, two adepts, a tech priest, a cleric, a sister of battle, and our interrogator was a former cleric. All guards and party and the pilgrim fleet. You know, question shy. What is an adept? Is it like just someone who's really good at some shit? Or, well, that's what the definition of an adept, I guess, is.

When you're adept at something. I don't know. I'm not familiar with an adept in 40K. in my head I'm just thinking mass-affected depths. I'm like, oh yeah, they do singularities. They have throw, they have four. Yeah, yeah, yeah, they do biotics. Probably, I'm sorry, you know.

Is the formal title given to the individual imperial servants of the various departments of the Adeptus Terra that serve the will of the beneficent, the emperor? These titles are used by everyone in the service of the emperor as part of the imperial service from high-ranking officials to lowly scribes. That doesn't help me a whole lot. So they're just like underlings They're like officials I guess

So they're probably gonna die Is what we're is what I'm here So there's like tech adept Which is a similar title used by tech priests When dealing formally with the rest of the imperial bureaucracy So I guess a maybe a tech priest liaison Or a tech priest The word is escaping me right now

When you have a like a little building in another country. The word is escaping me. Oh, God. The embassy. Like a diplomat. Embassy is what you're thinking. Embassy. Embassy. Embassy, thank you.

Embassy. Maybe an emissary would be the title of the person. Okay. Is that how, I don't know. Dibblemat. Perfect. So, so, so if the tech mechanicsus of Mars needed to go do some

political talks with a planet, they would send a tech adept, I guess. All right. That's, uh, your turn. Cultist activity, it really sounds like these guys are about to get fucked up. Like this is usually, usually cultist activity doesn't end well, does it? Wait, where the hell are you reading cultist activity? That's what you just read to check out some suspected cultist activity in a pilgrim.

Oh, oh, oh, I thought you were reading the first bits of the next thing. I'm like, that's not. Oh, no. I was, I was just saying, like, I'm, uh, for sure. shadowing that they're probably about to get like well you remember the shriven they were pretty creepy a little bit so imagine you're a guardsman that's just been recruited fought a brutal campaign that wore down your regiment watched the remainder of that regiment get taken out by tyrannus then found yourself in the hands of the inquisition then the inquisition purges a few of your buddies okay

gives you an offer you can't refuse ships you through the warp and dumps you into a really creepy boot camp. Finally, they split you and your remaining buddies up into squads, introduce your squads to some weird-looking guy who seems far too excited to see you and tell you to do everything he says. Now you're hanging out in a bunch of passenger cabins on a Navy ship going Emperor knows where with a few of your buddies, an interrogator, three nerds, one of which is more metal than meat, a priest, and a psychotic blonde bombshell wearing armor that's probably worth more than all of your squad's gear combined. We were just a little weirded out. Our merry band consists of a cynic, a nervous med student, a lazy bastard, a shameless thief,

and a paranoid by the name of Sarge, Doc, heavy, nubby, and Twitch. Dot TV, anyway. Technically, the others were part of our... I can't help it. It's, it's, it's, you know... God damn it. Subscribe to Twitch. Yeah, Twitch on TV.

Technically, the others were part of our band as well, but quite frankly, we wanted nothing to do with any of them, with the possible existence. of the sister and only in the hypothetical sense. Considering how old, considering how old this, uh, this like all guards and party website appears to be, I'm going to make the assumption this is before they,

uh, they turn the sisters of battle into an absolutely horrifying faction. And back when they had old repensia outfits, positive, skimpy ones. Yeah. Yeah. I'm pretty sure this is back when,

when the sisters of battle were fighting in high heels. and before they were the 2021 system of the battle, which are basically akin to to fear. Yeah, probably. Although, you know, some people who might be into that. I'm not here to King's Shame.

You know, you know, that's fair. Maybe I'm playing too much Guilty Gear. And I'm too used to classic. You know, you know, for all of my hatred for anime, Guilty Gear is pretty good. Well, it's always been a really good fighting game. It's a little complex, but it's always been really, really solid

in terms of like mechanics and controls and everything. The older ones were a lot more combo heavy and a lot more difficult to learn. Apparently, Strive is just like oh yeah, this one is like the easy version of Guilty Cure and I'm like Yeah, I heard that and I'm just thinking to myself like, oh, is

it as easiest like smash? No, it's not. No, no. Smash is kind of, smash is in its own game. The fighting games, yeah. I didn't want to say. Smash is easy, but yeah.

Smash is easy to learn. My mom could play smash. Can't you? My mom play smash competitively? No, but she can learn how to play smash. Yeah, she can't play smash competitively. I assume she showers. I've been to multiple smash tournaments, and you are right. That's the meme.

That's the meme. Well, there's that meme. There's also the other meme, but we don't need to worry about that one right now. Yeah, let's leave that on the download. Let's go down there. Our interrogator and the others spent the entire journey going through the files that Oak had sent along, planning how they would hunt down the suspected cultists,

sorting out who had contacts where, and brushing up on the exact flavor of the imperial cult that dominated the pilgrim fleet. We paid just enough attention to establish we would be on ships the whole time and that we were not expected to actually do anything strenuous unless everything got screwed up. Then we played cards and slept a lot.

Some of you might say that too much, months is a long time to play cards and take naps, but those people have never served in the guard. This dude was so in the military. There is no way. Everyone tells me all the time when you're in the army or

in the Marines, it is 99% cards jerking off and PT and then 1% sheer terror and everything else is just like utter fucking boredom. Just sack time.

Just sack. Like nothing but that. Let's see. And it wasn't all sack. It wasn't all sack time. Sarge made sure we kept up on our PT and combat drill. Got to stay in shape. There you go.

By the end of the ship, we were well rested and ready to stretch our legs, whereas our teammates were wound up like strings and developing new conspiracy theories every few minutes. We finally arrived to the Pilgrim Fleet, which, as we understood it, was a bunch of ships full of hardcore zealots on their way to the world.

They consider holier than normal to prey site sea and generally replaced the population that an orcua had recently removed. They had some sort of deal with the Ecclesiarchy to provide extra transports and fleet escorts, so was basically just an imperial colonization fleet, except everyone was just a teeny tiny bit crazier than usual. They were hanging out in orbit around the hive world refueling, refitting, and gathering more pilgrims. The nerds and nuts, as we called them outside of their hearing, were pretty much that a chaos cult had infiltrated during either this stop, or a previous one and was playing something very evil.

Probably something to do with Gellerfields or demons or plagues or heresy. We operated on the assumption that they would tell us when they figured it out. Anyhow, our ship joined the fleet escort and a bunch of voxing and liaisoning started. You know what a Gellerfield is? Why don't you tell me? God damn it, we're on the same wavelength. A Geller Field is a special field that you put around your ship when you go through the warp.

So you know how in real life they have submarines that go to like the bottom of the Mariana Trench or whatever and they're they're really small and they're really tight because if you get one hole breach the pressure would kill all of you. Oh yeah. You just like a tune can just getting screwed. Yeah. So a so a Gellerfield is the idea that the warp is that it's it's nothing but infested in demons and all kinds of horse.

horrible things and they're always like clawing at your ship. The Gellerfield being on is like a nice protective bubble when you go through the warps so demons don't fuck you off. And it doesn't always work. Oh. But because demons are persistent. The warp is the warp. But sometimes with the Gellerfield fails or someone sabotages it,

demons just fucking run amok on your ship and shit just goes bad. So the Gellerfield keeps the demons out. It keeps the demons out. It is the anti-demon coding you put on your on your ship before you go out. So sometimes so sometimes heretics and cultists might sabotage it. And then you go in the warp and then everything is demonic and then everything gets crazy. And then all the all the cultists turn into fucking monsters. Oh boy.

That sounds fun. It's good stuff. You want to keep the Geller Fields up if at all possible. It's actually a, uh, either a Blackstone Fortress or some of their model, uh, book where a Gellerfield there's a thing called Geller Pox which is a fancy nergel virus that infects the Geller field

Oh It's pretty cool It sounds bad It's cool It's cool if you're Nergel If you're on that ship It probably blows Yeah like this is

Here it is This is the Geller Pox Infected These are like the lower deck dudes that have all been contorted and merged and turned into weird fucking shit because the Geller Pucks got to them. Oh, oh boy, that's

not fun. It's Nergel is what it is. Yeah, that's, ooh. All right. Our job was generally pretty simple. We were there to stand guard, look menacing, and always be ready to kick some ass. If the boss went somewhere of 50,

we'd slap an I guess that's an imperial like the Pliziarkey seal thing you know it looks like the Inquisition seal okay badge on and flank him like good little goons if the boss went somewhere

unofficial we'd leave the badge off and slouch a little truly we were masters of disguise whenever the nerds and nuts took shuttle trips to look up leads or meet contacts at least one of us would tag along to watch their back or be on hand in case of emergency except when the sister visited other sororities. We weren't invited on those trips for some reason,

probably because you didn't wear any shoes. When we, when we, when we don't stop. When we weren't on duty, we each had our own little pastimes. Sarge would worry about that insanity, would worry about what insanity our superiors are planning

while Doc would read his beginner's guide to medicine and heavy slept. Nubi would wander around looking for small, objects no one would miss. He did this while on duty too, and Twitch would obsessively craft tripwire traps and drink recalph. Twitch and Nubby didn't exactly endear themselves to the locals, but supply and perimeter defenses are important parts of being a guard, so we didn't mind. Things were going pretty well for us. No one was shooting on us. The rations were good. It didn't rain on us when we stood guard, and no one outside of our team yelled at us to do stuff. Occasionally, we'd have to make a show of force or beat this shit out of someone who tried to mug one

of our nerds, but generally things are pretty quiet. The most excitement we had in those first few weeks was our cleric got into a religious debate, and Sarge had to pistol whip the other debater until he put down the flamer. That's quite a debate. I mean, if there's one thing the Ecclesiarchy like, it is the flamer. Well, the sisters specifically do like their flamers quite a bit. Actually, I scroll down a little, I scroll down a little bit, and I I looked at one of the images.

That's the image of Loki in the containment field from the first Avengers movie. This actually isn't that long ago. I mean, the first... Oh, no, when's the first... Oh, I don't think you want to look that up. I think you want to just leave that alone. Oh, it's 2012.

It's only been nine years. Oh, boy. Yeah. Oh. Yeah. I told you you shouldn't look it up. Like that, you never... It never works out well when you're like,

oh, it can't be that. What do you mean 11 years? You know, it's never. that idea Eventually they must have figured something out because we all rebased to a single pilgrim ship and made ourselves the guests of the captain Well everyone else was running around saying things like

The game is afoot and we almost have them And I can practically smell them Sarge had us gear up and get ready for everything to go ployne shaped The Ploying shaped Plowin? The cavalade of screwups Started with one of our nerds

finding a chaos tomb in a collection of holy relics and immediately decided that it was an inquisitorial duty to find out exactly what flavor of soul-destroying evil it was by reading it. Unfortunately, Nubby was currently on babysitting Dewey and was not experienced enough to know that the correct response to someone doing this is to hit them until they stop being stupid. Instead, he called for backup, which is a pretty good response in any case, while he kept the priest who owned the relic collection covered. By the time backup arrived, the adept was giggling, and speaking backwards. Backup consisted of heavy and Twitch,

as well as, unfortunately, the other adept and the cog boy. The two sanish nerds dedicated the correct response here was to try and take the book away from the gibbering adept and start chasing him around the room. Since neither of the adepts nor the tech priest were very athletic, the chase, the tech priest should have put some little tentacle,

like coils for his feet instead. Yeah. What a low tier. tech priests. Very, like, the chase looked like a bunch of nerdy kids trying to play tag and Inquisition agents pursuing a heretical artifact. None of us felt comfortable taking the initiative here,

so we all just covered the doors to make sure no one entered or exited and stood there watching the demented game of Keepaway. Then the jibbing adept finished the spell he had been apparently been reciting, and a minor demon manifested. You know, you know, you know, you know, who would have stopped this?

You know, you know, Our good man Vario He wouldn't have let this happen Barial would have would have been like been like surrender that book And surrender your skin This is his time Well I mean he would have taken the skin regardless

He would have taken the skin regardless Vario does not fuck around He doesn't really give you a first or second chance He just does what he wants then He would have walked up in like Talos We must speak with this fucking weird weird thing

tech adept I require the book that you are currently reading immediately takes skin he has a great he has a great voice I fucking love Mario's VA and he's savage

he's so creepy and so savage it's just yeah it's wonderful we're talking about the second book of fucking the night lords Blood Reaver, skulls, blood. The Red Corsair. Oh, yeah, it's right.

The Red Corsair's in that one. They're like pirates. They're cool. Yeah, literally. They're literally chaos pirates. Yep. He even has the fucking, did you, did you meet Huron yet? Oh, yes.

You're on here. Blackheart. Black heart. With this fucking psychic little like monkey to run it across him. It's like so creepy. Someone should tell him he's got. like a monkey running on his back. He knows.

It's like, I would shoot that fuck his thing if I could. Anyway, go ahead. This galvanized this nicely and all three of us started pouring last fire into the thing before it could do anything. Unfortunately, the priest we'd been covering took the chance to

run for it. Then, the gibbering adept followed him out of the open door. Then both our nerds gave chase. Now, all four were running through a room full of pilgrims. The priest was screaming about heretics and damans and the adept was screaming about the glory of chaos and the nerds were still trying to wrestle the book away the pilgrims mobbed the insane adept and tore him and the book apart in seconds then started chasing the nerds with similar intent the cog boy apparently

took charge and decided that not being torn to pieces was the better part of valor then he concluded that the safest place to hide from a mob of maddened imperial zealots was with the tech priest who kept the ship running. The nerds ran all the way to the ship's engine room with a steadily growing mob at their heels, bang for blood. The tech priest let them in and closed the door behind them, but the mob refused the disperse and settled in to siege them out. Meanwhile, the heroic guardsman shot the minor demon until it stopped moving, then stomped on it until it stopped being solid. Ooh. Nice. Yuck. Good. That no, no questions left about that demon. grabs the demon where are you stationed

is at the gallery that's that done we went to check on the runners and saw the mob chase them out this was above our pay grade so we decided to kick the problem upstairs and ford it up while we waited for further orders eventually our cleric and sister

arrived with sergeant dock in tow and the boss voxt us all we gave a report the nerds were voxed and gave theirs then the boss Wait, we gave a report the nerds Voxed and gave theirs. Then the boss gave us our orders. Us guardsmen were to secure the relics and demonic remains.

The nuts were sent to talk to the Pilgrim's leadership to get their mob dispersed, and the boss would talk to the captain and get some support sent down. This sounded like a pretty good plan, but by this point, we started to suspect that we were the only competent people on the team. What happened next proved us right. I don't entirely believe that. They do have a sister of battle with them, and they're pretty fucking nuts. Yeah, they are.

Well, they're nuts in both ways. They are quite efficient. And also quite crazy. Yeah. You know the Sisters Codex is like a top three codex right now? Is it really? Yeah, it's not like, right now Admec is the thing that's running afoot. Admec got a new codex and they are like...

Slap them. Oh my God. Mars just come back. Mars attacks. Mars attacks. Mars attacks. They've come back with a fucking vengeance. It's not fun. Everyone's rolling. Everyone's rolling around with that. And them and Dukari.

Because everyone likes a good and that. Everyone likes a good. We all know what the Dukari do. We know what those dark elves do. I'm so excited to paint. Oh, dude, so I'm actually on a slight side note because we were meaming about the book club. I actually, I'm paying on my my night lord and stuff and I actually got a whole bunch of night lord bits for my terminators I my shit came in

I got long flesh capes I got fancy fucking lightning claws for both their hands and I got them I got a lion shoulder pads like the Atrementor yeah yeah yeah

I'm I'm stoked they looked so dope I'm really excited to paint them Sue do you have to get like a transfer kit for the night lords and you just like chaos up a regular space marine or is it like a separate so they have chaos space marines um if you want to make them night lorzy they sell like a like a bits kit for them oh right right right right the bit kit sucks do not buy it okay i went through like four separate third party websites to get stuff like that okay okay because they don't sell real right yeah yeah because like they don't sell a really good lion shoulder pads because

I don't know of any of the main space marine chapters that do lions but you know the Atrementor have like Nostroman lions. Yeah they have the Nistraman lions on them yeah yeah yeah it's neat I can't I'm gonna show up to a tournament I'm gonna be like I got my night lords and then I'm gonna fight you Kari and get

table turned two and I'll be like yeah what walks in with night lords Aveh dominus Knox loses turn two leaves leaves yep leaves go back to the darkness night lord where you belong

on the shelf our interrogator marched up to the captain of an imperial vessel a man who could trace his family's command of that ship back to the founding of the sector and started giving him orders this did not go over well you know I'm glad we're reading this sober now because this makes

a lot more sense now that we've read Gant's ghosts where they have that really obese mechanicus captain and he said why is cargo talking to me in his captain's hammock Hennock. While our interrogator was an agent of the Inquisition

and had the Rosette to prove it, that's like the thingy. He was not an inquisitor, and the captain of the imperial vessel is generally considered to be second only to the emperor by their crew. He managed to insult the captain in about six different ways in three sentences,

which resulted in him getting his assload in the break until he remembered his manners. This is like about akin to one of the serfs running up to the exalted and being like, what kind of rabble-rous and you running on this ship. Mortal running up to the exalt to be like, these orders are bullshit.

It's like, wow. I hope you like to be hung in this, in the, in the, um, the war room. Mm-hmm. My,

I just, I just got to a great part in Blood Reaver that had the hound and someone being like crucified. I don't know. I, I guess I should wait until the book club episode to talk about it, but, I don't remember that part.

Yeah, you remind me when we're doing with the episode. Okay. The captain then sent us a brief message instructing us to sort out any problems with the cargo. See, without bothering him or his crew. While we were digesting his new development, the cleric and the sister got jumped by the coldest we've been looking for. Luckily, the sister and cleric,

okay, I don't know what the fuck a cleric is in 40K. I have no idea what that is, but I'm sure it's some kind of like, maybe like a missionary or a preacher. Maybe. I just assumed it was like a little, a little troop that the sisters had. No, there are no clerics in the sisters.

I don't know. I'm assuming like a missionary or a preacher. They were heavily armed, incredibly paranoid, and far more level-headed and emergency than the nerds were. They fought a retreat to the sororitus conclave that kept watch over the shipload of pilgrims and dug in. Unfortunately, the only sisters in the conclave were hospitalers and some other non-combat orders.

So we learned about that, like dialogue is, and stuff. So while they could handle a bull term, they weren't suited for breaking out against the besieged cultists. To put it simply, they were stuck until help came, just like our adept in Cogboy. It was down to us to pull everyone's asses out of the fire and take care of business before things got any

worse. You know, that's about right? That sucks. That sucks. I think we have more appreciation for this now that we were like farther into it. Yeah. And, you know, sober. That too. Continue.

That helps. So no shit. There we were. A bunch of ordinary guardsmen on a spaceship full of crazy pilgrims and cultists. Our boss was in the brig until the captain was no longer pissed at him. Our nerves were trapped behind a mob that wanted to burn them as heretics. Our nuts were pinned down by a bunch of actual heretics. And it was our job to fix everything.

I'm a child and I giggled to myself when I read our nuts were pinned down. I am, I have the mind of a 12 year old. I'm sorry. Yeah, okay. Continue. Sarge took command of the situation and started going through the Imperial Guard NCO disaster response checklist. Step one, secure the perimeter. Step two, determine chain of command. Step three, call for backup if needed. Step four, established contact with friendlies. Step five, combined forces with friendlies and repeat. step one was already done we had that perimeter lockdown like nobody's business there just wasn't anything we actually cared about inside of it step two was a bit trickier because we were still in vox contact with the nerds and nuts and we didn't trust them to tie their shoes much less lead in operation we solved that problem by saying something about vox interference and reducing the pickup range of our com beads until we could come bees yeah it's like the ear thing right right until we could

selectively ignore them. Step 3 was accomplished by asking the cog boy to get his ad mec buddies to send out the contact code for the other interrogator team that was looking at the fleet. Step 4 was already done as well. We knew exactly where the friendlies were. There were just a bunch of armed cultists and an angry mob between us and them. All that was left was to get cracking on step 5. I'm just like, admec buddies to send out the contact code for the interrogator here team. I'm just, I'm just imagining like they got to save the sisters. And it's like, hello, fellow. tech priest, we require assistance saving the sororitus

as their philanges and toes must be salvaged for the good of the Omnisiah. HALB. It's always back to the toes, isn't it? It's always back to the goddamn sororitus feet picks. Jesus.

Deltry and grinned. But then again, Deltrian always grinned. Always grinned, yeah. They say that like, like, 10 times. Yeah. Great. Did you know that he has emerald eyes?

He has like two giant like bright green jewel goggles in his skull. So. I do not realize that actually. Lil Trin's got fucking drip. I'm gonna call him drip. Drip Tian. Ah, that doesn't work. He's,

he's got drip. The tech, the tech. Ah, fuck it. We aside that all things consider this. Clark and sister could use our help more. and provide more help in return, so we went there first. Also, they were holding with a bunch of hot nurses as opposed to creepy machine men. See, hospitalers being attractive makes more sense.

Unfortunately, we still had our orders not to let anyone touch the demon goo or look for evil books. We either had to split up, which was stupid, or wait for reinforcements, which wouldn't be coming for a while, or lose our initiative. Or use our initiative. So we tossed an incendiary grenade into the room and locked the doors and went to go rescue some hot nurses. Unsurprisingly, the cultus had set up an outer perimeter to keep a... any reinforcements. So after we established where they were, we fell back and started looking for other options.

Nubby put forward the idea that the pilgrims seen inclined to mob heretics, and these were definitely heretics. And why tried to fortify a position when you can get someone else to do it for you? So Sarge found the nearest chapel and made heroic speech about how the hot nuns needed our help and would probably be very grateful. Suddenly, we had our very own mob of zealots. In case you don't know, pilgrims in 40K often are like, obviously they're

you know like tourists so to speak moving from area to area but they often go to Terra and they're often like massive zealots they are as they sound I just love how their inspiration is let's go rescue some hot nurses and everybody's just like

fuck yeah dude yeah let's get them let's go I'll wait in the hell for a hot nurse dude fuck yeah the only thing that will ever defeat Ecclesiard sermons and extreme zealotry is the power of a man's

dick. Yep, the power of hot is the strongest tool. Yep. Oh, go ahead. I was saying continue, sir. Okay. The attack went more or less perfectly. The mob charged in from two directions and after the cultists started mowing them down,

we came in from a third. We cut into their flank like the pros we were, suppressing, advancing, and flushing like only a squad of guardsmen can. When we started to hit the cultist's cover the sororitus enclave, the sister and the cleric saw their chance and push forward to to meet us, crushing the last of the resistance. Unfortunately, the second we rescued the sister and cleric started giving orders. Command of the Zeltz was taken from us and the entire mob was

redirected towards the section of the ship where the cultists came from. Perforce, we tagged along, but none of us were exactly keen to be taking orders again, especially since the sister's plans seemed to consist of, get them. So while the sister and the cleric led the mob straight into a well-prepared enemy position, we appointed ourselves as the hospitaler's guide. Our squad hung around the rear of the charge and helped these Sainer sisters pick up the wounded while we watched for flankers and waited for the shit to hit the fan. We fully expected the mom's suicidal rush to fail. A lightly armed force trying to press through a choke point into a fortified enemy position wasn't going to work no matter how high their morale was. We weren't prepared for just how hard it failed, though.

The cultists had not only set up a very nice kill zone at the single entry point to their cargo bay. They'd also set up all sorts of runes and circles in the kill zone. The wave of bodies attack resulted in a whole lot of people dying right on top of these ruins, which immediately started glowing and doing warpy stuff. By the time the mob lost heart and started to retreat to cargo bay was practically filled with lesser demons. We took the reverse and the flow of bodies as our cue to move forward and lay down some covering fire. Yuck. That sounds like it got real

nasty real quick. Classic. Classic. Cultists setting up a bunch of ruins and then being like, oh, it's rain and men. Demons, let's go. Hallelujah. Luckily, the demons were equal opportunity, warped monsters. They spent as much time attacking each other and the

cultists as chasing down the last of our pilgrim mob and its two erstwhile leaders. Between the demons, lack of coordination and our covering fire, the two nutters managed to hobble most of the way back to our position. Most of us wanted to leave them there, but Doc sprinted out and dragged them the rest of the way to our lines and back to the hospitalers. Between the two of them, they had about three functional limbs and Doc spent the next few hours with the sisters patching them up. At this point, Sarge reassumed command and decided that containment and waiting for reinforcements was

the best of the available options. So we fell back around the corner, set up a barricade and heavy stubbers, then settled in for the long haul. After a while, The demons ran out of cultists to eat and started to poke their noses around the corner and were promptly shot in the face. This was old hat for us, really. We could defend a barricade in our sleep, literally in Heavy's case. And after a few initial rushes, the demons didn't really seem that keen on leaving their cargo bay. We all fell into our usual roles and routines from the garb. Twitch stared at the edge of the kill zone and fire whatever he thought someone might be moving while Heavy went to sleep, sitting up with his eyes open and finger on the trigger.

behind the barricade, Sarge went around yelling at people and worrying. Nubby went off to acquire supplies, and Doc made eyes in one of the hospitalers while they were both elbow-deep in the cleric's guts. Oh, Doc. No, Doc. So anyway, that's how I lost my medical license. Scrunch, scrunch, and the fucking guts. Literally in and sleep?

Nice job, heavy. Nice job. That's Doc. Oh, what? Wasn't heavy literally in his sleep when he was? Oh, heavy's in his sleep. I thought she made Doc. Doc is like, got to re-erase the shrapnel. So what you doing after this? Look at all these guts.

Anybody else hungry for spaghetti after this? Ew. After a few hours of light trench duty, which was actually quite nice, all things considered, our backup arrived. The second interrogator's team, who had been doing Emperor knows what all. this time, showed up at our barricade and Sarge explained the situation. Once again, command was handed off, but luckily, the new interrogator decided to leave Sarge in charge of the barricade while he went to talk with the captain and convince him not to just void our section of the ship.

Our little troop had been reinforced to 10 guardsmen, two psychers and another damn cleric. So Sarge's head as it was, so Sarge decided it was time to be proactive. Sarge wasn't happy to have another cleric around and none of us wanted anything to do with the two psychers, so the cleric was put in charge of keeping them as far away from us as possible. That taking care of, a plan of attack was quickly formed and a pair of grenade launchers were scrounged up from the other team's arsenal and Nubby's collection. We started a walking barrage up the hallway and slowly advanced our entire barricade until it was at the edge of the cargo bay.

This wasn't exactly the fastest way to clear out the demon infestation, but it was definitely the safest. Not a single one of them managed to get within biting range of us. Once we were at the edge of the bay, we just sat there and shot Nades into it until we ran out, which took quite a while since Nuby could acquire a surprisingly large amount of stuff. Eventually the launchers ran dry, and it was time to clear the cargo bay the old-fashioned way.

But the Nades had done their job wonderfully. There wasn't really any cover left in the bay at all, so as long as we advanced slowly and carefully, it was pretty easy to mow down the remaining demons before they got close. All in all, it went pretty well, except for the big glowing shield thing at the back of the bay. Oh, yay. Yay. Magic. Yay.

I like how their answer was, yeah, let's just empty a bunch of fucking nades into there. And, you know, I'll do the job. You know, often when I play 40K and I see, and I see the enemy is playing Jukari, and I see a whole bunch of witches or incubi on the other side that will blender me, I would think to myself, I don't need 40 heavy bolter shots to kill them, but I'm going to put 40 heavy bolter shots into them because I goddamn need to make sure they die. I have 40.

I might not need them, but sure, sure, sure. Ain't nobody going to notice if nobody's around to notice. Exactly. Perfect. Perfect strategy. The shield was big and glowing and evil-looking. We could sort of make out the remaining cultists inside of it doing cultisty things, but we had no desire to get close to it. Quite aside from its appearance,

there were quite a few corpses near it that looked like they had been turned inside out. We scientifically examined the shield for a while, which is to say we shot at it with every time of a weapon we had sitting around, but nothing even dented it. Eventually, we gave up, and Sarge Vox, the replacement interrogator

and the two adepts with him for advice. We got a long-win explanation that included a lot of terms like ritual and tropic shield and drawing power directly from the warp and energy-based demonic life form and attempt to physically resonate with and then overwhelm the field, which boiled down to go get the psychers to poke at it.

This was not the solution we were hoping for. We all heard stories about psychers and encountered a few chaos witches during one of our deployments. So none of us had any desire to be near our two psychers when they attempt to crack open the shield. With the exception of Sarge, the cleric,

and the other squad's leaders, we all fell back as far as we could and got ready for a shit storm. It didn't take long, Within a few seconds, the site of the psychers walking towards the shield and getting all glowy, everything went wrong. The first cygher started screaming and was suddenly surrounded by a torrential downpour of blood. Then the second, Cygars started growing wings and horns,

and we all promptly opened fire from the possessed cyccer and quickly reduced him to a thoroughly charred corpse. While Sarge decked the first cyker up and dragged him back to our barricade, since one cycre was unconscious and the other was a pile of smoking ashes, we aside that it was probably time to figure out our own solutions to the problem. And you wonder why psychers aren't liked. Nope, I have no doubts anymore why everybody is scared shitless of psychers

and wants nothing to do with them and wants to kill them on site. It's because they're not trained. Like a space marine librarian is like, stoic, intelligent, you know, well trained. Half of the Imperial Guard psychers are just like holding their little staff

and they're like twitching. Their lives are held by as thread. Sometimes, you should know that sometimes in fucking, in like the lore, a psycher in the garb will just like explode. They just explode because he's not even in, he's not even in combat.

He just, his mind just finally failed. He's just like, uh, ah, he just goes. There's like, there's no reason.

Jesus. They're very, they're not very well trained. To be fair, if you're in the garden, and your psychers suddenly just explodes. You're probably like, well, that's messy, but don't don't get a psycher anymore.

No more psycher. I can, hooray! I just got to clean these guts off of my jacket. Being a wizard is not great. No, no, being a norman, normie cyker is just, uh-uh. Fucking normies. Fucking normie cykers, go to a library. Our experiments had established that last fire and grenades

didn't do much to the shield, but since we were guardsmen, we felt sure that enough faith in firepower could solve anything. We set up positions around the shield and started continuously plinking lattice fire into it because when you have a fusion reactor to recharge your cells

from, you might as well lay down some indiscriminate, suppressive fire. While we held the fort, Nubby, and the cleric were sent to acquire as many explosives, holy artifacts, and priests as possible. While they were out scrounging, Twitch made a very good argument for setting up a blast shield.

We Vox the cog boy and his buddies who were still under siege, asked them to send down some servitors with big old metal shipping crates, then we built a big ass wall around the shield. When the supply run was finished and the blast shield was in place, we more or less just dumps several wheel barrels

filled with holy symbols into the walled area along with several barrels of promethium. We got a lot more of the stuff than we expected. It turns out that we were going to use it to blow up some heretics is a pretty persuasive argument. After that, we got the, the priest to bless all the explosive we could scrounge. We weren't sure it would help, but it certainly wouldn't hurt, and it let them feel useful.

We tossed the whole munitions into the blast area, as well as had Twitch set up the detonators. Then we got back as far as we could, started a 10 second timer on the explosives, ran like hell. Only in 40K can the solution to a problem be throw a crucifix at it. Bless these explosions and just wheelbarrow them in. Why not? In the emperor's name and with this holy light, I will kick your shit in. None of us were really sure if the holy shrapnel helped at all. But then we came back.

There was nothing left of the cultists and their shielded except a glowing puddle of molten metal and a series of dents in the walls that no amount of buffing would ever remove. On this point, Sarge declared victory. We all went back to get a snack, a nap, and a cup of recap. After that was done with, we decided it was about time to retrieve the rest of the our team and get the hell off this ship before anyone else tried to get us all killed. We secured the boss from our ship's brig by turning the cleanup

investigation over to the second interrogator and promising to never bringing our... I think it's supposed to be never bring our boss back to the ship ever and they just Yeah, I thought so. Yeah. So we secured the boss from the ship's brig by turning the cleanup investigation over to the second

interrogator and promising to never bring our boss back to the ship ever. While he was escorted to the shuttle, we chatted with some of the priests who helped us make our giant holy hangar name and got them to smooth things over well enough for us to get our adept and cog boy back. Finally, we got our sister and cleric deposited in our shuttle's infirmary, where they would stay until we handed them off to Oaks doctors for a complete set of Ogmetics. Then we went out and got drunk. We enjoyed a night of drinking with our friends from the other team as well as a few of our more helpful pilgrim priest. and are surviving nerds. The high point of this was us all giving dock shit

for being hung up on one of the hospitalers and then hollowing his drunk ass down to their enclave and getting him to declare his undying love for her and her dexterous hands and perfect stitching. We dragged him away before he could devolve into sopy poetry, piled into our shuttle, and called it a night. By the time we all woke up back up, we were docked with another Navy transport

and on our way back to the ISS Pokemon Center. adorable what a fun party what a fun party read this one with the Nazi on it I'm curious oh oh that is a Nazi isn't it

the trip back was yeah the trip back was almost exactly the same as the trip out except we hung out with a cog boy a little more and Doc was kept busy the tech priest had been damn handy working with the ship's ad meck and handling our communications so we were

so we promoted him to the rank of cog bro. That's great. Okay. And he was a welcome in our quarters. Doc had a pretty stressful trip. It was his job to keep the sister and cleric alive until they could be handed off to Oaks medical teams.

But he'd never had proper medical training, just a crash course in field aid and meatball surgery. The ship's surgeons could have helped, but the interrogator refused to ask the captain for their help for some reason. So Doc cracked open his medical books and did the best he could. They lived, mostly. When we finally got back to the inquisitor ship, we immediately went out and found the other survivors from our regiment.

We all swapped tales of incompetent, superiors, insane teammates, horrific enemies, and intense boredom until word came down that our interrogator was being praised for his success and would be elevated to full inquisitor. Everyone had a good laugh about this, and we joked about where he'd find himself in prison next, right up until we got word that he was looking for us with the intent to add our squad to his new retinue. We spent the next week or so hiding with the cog bro in the battles of the ship, while all of our buddies made up wild and conflicting stories about our untimely death,

reassignment to penal legion, imprisonment by the Ordos Hereticus, induction into the Astardis, and so on. Eventually, he left along with the surviving adept, as well as the sister and cleric, both of whom had more metal in them than the average tech priest by this point. We all breathe the sigh of relief and return to our regiment's little camp. Oh, excuse me. Bless you.

Thank you. Well, get the last one. After a few weeks of R&R or as close as you can get on an Inquisition battleship, a runner came down and told us we were being assigned to a new team under interrogator such and such. And we were to report to our shuttle immediately with a weary, oh, immediately, period. With a weary sigh, we packed up our bags or overloaded wheelbarrow in Nubby's case

and headed out to our transport. When we got to the shuttle, the pilot helped fully informed us that the interrogator, his two assistants, and his three psychers were already abhor. Twitch and Nubby both tried to run for it, but the shuttle's hatch was already closed. Twitch and Nubby were retrieved,

and we all moved into the main seating area of the shuttle. We were greeted by our new interrogator and introduced to our new teammates, one of whom was giggling and chewing on a seat cushion. As we stared in horror, the interrogator gave us a quick briefing, explaining that we have been assigned to go find out why a world hadn't been supplying psychers to the black ships. We did not have a good feeling about this.

The black ships are the ships that gather psychers to be sacrificed to the emperor. Oh. They are manned by the Sisters of Silence, which you would think would be a bad idea to man the psycher heavy ship with blanks. Yeah, that sounds like a really bad idea. That sounds like a lot of awful shit could happen. A lot of exploding guts. I do enjoy how the next chapter is called, Dude, Where's My Psycher?

That's a pretty good chapter name. Yep. More reasons why psychers are fucking horrifying. Yes. Every psycher I've heard about that isn't like a librarian or well-trained is just a horrific, spazzing, monstrous ball of unsettling. It's, oh, boy. They did a good job with the ending of

of Gant's Ghost with creepy Exorcist lady But yeah, I mean just They're just so I mean the only major psycher we know of In Soul Hunter is Fucking Oh crap

Ruvin He's a real piece of shit Yep Fun fact if you're reading Blood Reaver Ruvin makes a cameo He does It does make a cameo. That's all I'm saying.

It's a good cameo. It's a great cameo. It is a wonderful cameo. Yep. Wait a minute. I'm stupid. Octavia's a psycher. Well, well, she's in, well, I guess.

A navigator, I think is naturally. Technically, yes, I believe. Okay. Well, then Octavia's all right. She's pretty well put together. She's not completely insane. Well, she's got a hound. And hound is a good boy.

Mistress! It's a nice little little, little eyes sewed shut and everything. So creepy, but he's so funny. Mestres. You know, Hound is the average, like, soror. It's like Doge Van Dyer person. Mestres, mistress, why are you wearing shoes, mistress? Hound totally has foot fetish, absolutely.

I love how we just make, like, We probably make a combination of the weirdest and stupidest, but also some of the most cursed fucking 40K shit. Yeah, but at least it's different. It is different. It's different. It is different. Have you seen the thumbnail for...

Like, oh, yeah, it's the same meme over and over. Yeah, ha, jubble meme, creed. Ha, ha. Hooray. Fuck toasters, you know? Yeah, well, um. So, yeah. That's the only, uh, oh, right, that's right.

That's right. You have the mechanical men. shirt. Mechanical men. Yep, the mechanical men shirt. I mean, I mean, Granton, you are right, though, that is that a big thing. I'm not quite sure of creating a sorority

split finish is particularly a better thing to add to the world, but here we are. But it's there. Here we are. So we haven't released the second White Scards video as of recording this, because we're recording this on Tuesday. Have you seen the new thumbnail for it?

I haven't. Hey, Shai, you got the phone mail? Should I, should I see it? I'd love to see it if you got it. If Shai, if Shai doesn't have it already, here I'll post it. Oh my God, you made a Jagatai Kek. It works a lot more than I thought it would. Please tell me that's in the Discord at some point.

Please tell me we have a Discord jagatai Kek emote. Oh, that's a good idea. That's a really good idea. Right, right? You could just crop the thumbnail of that, too. You could just crop the thumbnail. Yeah, and just put it in there. If we literally have Dean Kaman, if we literally have D.K.'

We literally have D.C. Jagatai Kek, yep. It's perfect. It's perfect. It's already been uploaded by the time this video gets uploaded, but even so, it's still funny to me. Oh, my God, I love that. That's such a good jagatai Kek, too.

It's a really good. It's a really good image. It's a really good. Yeah, I love it. Anyway, though, this, we, so we would read the next thing of all Garland Party. We read it. We did the thing. We were sober the whole time.

We were. The only thing in my veins was caffeine. And that's it. We did the thing. God damn it. We enjoyed it. It was hilarious. It was great.

It sucks being a guardsman, doesn't it? It kind of sucks. It does. Then again, you know, it's all. relative to them the greatest uh greatest thing of all time would be to serve the emperor so that's true yeah you know

it's like one of those things where like your happiness is dependent you know like I I might have like a really bad day but I got all that I have and then like some tribe in Africa has like water one day and they're like I'm on the on the fucking moon yeah I'm on the top

of the life couldn't get any better I found a bottle of clean water that I can drink are used to bathe. Ah, it's the top of the world. And we're over here like, there were mean comments on the internet. Someone called me,

someone called me stupid because I said Seiz's leash instead of a gang is gone. In fully furnished house with fully running water in a nice part of it. We'll put my gas mask on and kill myself by running into a goddamn ward zone. Jays.

So yeah. Guardsmen party. We did it. We did it. I mean, I'm assuming they might want us to do more. I don't know. I don't know how well this video will be received. Let us know. Check out our Patreon. Check out the new merchandise.

Hey, the mechanical men's shirt. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can find us at Bricky and D.K. And Shaghani. All those things. All the good places with the good stuff. Yep. Yeah.

All right. That's it. That's all. I'm going to go. Yeah, what are you? What do you get to? Yeah. I don't know.

I think I'm going to edit a video, but that's not fun. I haven't had breakfast yet. I've just had like some coffee. I think I'm, I think I'm going to go get some food. I'm going to go lunch. I'm going to go play my slave. I don't know, man. Oh, boy.

That's unfortunate. That's unfortunate for that slave. He talked back, you know, he's got... Yep. I have two shelves of manga to read behind me, so yeah. I got things to do. You know what? I'm going to go play Guilty Gear.

Nice. Who are you made? Oh, you Milia? Yeah. I made Millia. That may have been a mistake. She does seem a little complex. She got some good options on Wake Up, though.

Like, if you knock someone down and then toss her little projectile, it becomes really hard. because then you overhead them and they have to block mid low and high and it's a fucking mess and it's yeah i know what that means yeah don't worry about you'll you as time goes on the only reason i know about it is because i i watch uh fighting game tournaments on which i couldn't do it myself i just i'll just play no go that in that case yeah because he have really good slash good slash Please. All right, goodbye.

Bye. Bye. Bye.