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	“They are directly related.” Vyrius beamed as much as his face would let him.		“They are directly related.” Vyrius beamed as much as his face would let him.

	This was supposed to be an easy task. Just drop down on some backwater warphole and let the servitors dig through the ~~much~~ for a few weeks and then return to the nearest Forge World with their findings, which would most likely be nothing. But now they had been Shanghaied into the service of the Adepta Sororitas thanks to the implacable appetites of Vyrius. Even now they were gearing up to aid the Orders Militant in their purge of some Chaos cult or Ork WAAAAGH or any other form of religious suicide those crazy women sought out so eagerly. Kanisias wondered how much pressure was put on Magos Rorkhan to force him to agree to this. He was broken from his reverie by a slap on his back.		This was supposed to be an easy task. Just drop down on some backwater warphole and let the servitors dig through the muck for a few weeks and then return to the nearest Forge World with their findings, which would most likely be nothing. But now they had been Shanghaied into the service of the Adepta Sororitas thanks to the implacable appetites of Vyrius. Even now they were gearing up to aid the Orders Militant in their purge of some Chaos cult or Ork WAAAAGH or any other form of religious suicide those crazy women sought out so eagerly. Kanisias wondered how much pressure was put on Magos Rorkhan to force him to agree to this. He was broken from his reverie by a slap on his back.

	“Cheer up Kanny! If things look bad, we can always defect.” He patted his servo skull once more. “I’m sure the footage in this little guy will fetch a pretty penny in the right market!”		“Cheer up Kanny! If things look bad, we can always defect.” He patted his servo skull once more. “I’m sure the footage in this little guy will fetch a pretty penny in the right market!”

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	Hangover Mechanicus was inspired by the OP of a thread that states he was at a cosplay convention dressed up as a tech-priest and he met a sexy Sister of Battle, eventually they got drunk and fucked, and he got one of his steel/machine tentacles stuck in the Sororitas costume when he woke up from his hangover. This is the resulting story based off of it.		Hangover Mechanicus was inspired by the OP of a thread that states he was at a cosplay convention dressed up as a tech-priest and he met a sexy Sister of Battle, eventually they got drunk and fucked, and he got one of his steel/machine tentacles stuck in the Sororitas costume when he woke up from his hangover. This is the resulting story based off of it.

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	==Chapter 1==		==Chapter 1==

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	Hangover Mechanicus was inspired by the OP of a thread that states he was at a cosplay convention dressed up as a tech-priest and he met a sexy Sister of Battle, eventually they got drunk and fucked, and he got one of his steel/machine tentacles stuck in the Sororitas costume when he woke up from his hangover. This is the resulting story based off of it.		Hangover Mechanicus was inspired by the OP of a thread that states he was at a cosplay convention dressed up as a tech-priest and he met a sexy Sister of Battle, eventually they got drunk and fucked, and he got one of his steel/machine tentacles stuck in the Sororitas costume when he woke up from his hangover. This is the resulting story based off of it.

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	Nisania giggled at the luckless techpriest as he trudged out of the Exorcist and followed after him, deciding he would need a guide if they were going to be ready in time for departure.		Nisania giggled at the luckless techpriest as he trudged out of the Exorcist and followed after him, deciding he would need a guide if they were going to be ready in time for departure.

	[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Adeptus Mechanicus]] [[Category:Sisters of Battle]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:~~Promotions~~]]		[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Adeptus Mechanicus]] [[Category:Sisters of Battle]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:PROMOTIONS]]

1d4chan>Voivode1 at 03:37, 10 January 2016

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	Nisania giggled at the luckless techpriest as he trudged out of the Exorcist and followed after him, deciding he would need a guide if they were going to be ready in time for departure.		Nisania giggled at the luckless techpriest as he trudged out of the Exorcist and followed after him, deciding he would need a guide if they were going to be ready in time for departure.

	[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Adeptus Mechanicus]] [[Category:Sisters of Battle]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]]		[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Adeptus Mechanicus]] [[Category:Sisters of Battle]] [[Category:Stories]] [[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]] [[Category:Promotions]]

1d4chan>Voivode1 at 02:28, 8 January 2016

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	“You do find me irresistible, right? You weren’t just saying that, were you?”		“You do find me irresistible, right? You weren’t just saying that, were you?”

	“Oh, err, well, you see-” he turned around to see Nisania’s head poking out from the bathroom door, a ~~p leading~~ look in her eyes. The cornered Techpriest could only sigh, sounding like static. “…absolutely. Why else would I forsake my disgust of all things flesh if not for your beauty?”		“Oh, err, well, you see-” he turned around to see Nisania’s head poking out from the bathroom door, a pleading look in her eyes. The cornered Techpriest could only sigh, sounding like static. “…absolutely. Why else would I forsake my disgust of all things flesh if not for your beauty?”

	Satisfied with his answer, Nisania giggled cheerily and withdrew once more to her shower. Vyrius slumped against the wall and slowly slid to the ground with another sigh. He extracted the servo skull from his robes, and switched off its record function. He was already exhausted, and morning had barely passed. He had probably just singlehandedly gotten his entire regiment implicated in whatever bloody, suicidal purge the Adepta Soritas was going to throw themselves at next all over a night of drinks taken too far and even worse, Kanisias was somehow involved in that night. And for what? A night he couldn’t remember with a Sister of Battle? A towering, Amazonian slab of muscle and fury, who moves with that righteous fervor only a zealot can, who even now was taking a shower not but a room away from him, all gleaming and chiseled like a well oiled Imperator, yet oh so very soft and yielding like a warm pillow…		Satisfied with his answer, Nisania giggled cheerily and withdrew once more to her shower. Vyrius slumped against the wall and slowly slid to the ground with another sigh. He extracted the servo skull from his robes, and switched off its record function. He was already exhausted, and morning had barely passed. He had probably just singlehandedly gotten his entire regiment implicated in whatever bloody, suicidal purge the Adepta Soritas was going to throw themselves at next all over a night of drinks taken too far and even worse, Kanisias was somehow involved in that night. And for what? A night he couldn’t remember with a Sister of Battle? A towering, Amazonian slab of muscle and fury, who moves with that righteous fervor only a zealot can, who even now was taking a shower not but a room away from him, all gleaming and chiseled like a well oiled Imperator, yet oh so very soft and yielding like a warm pillow…