#kepsy

[ask-kepsy-the-chaos-skitarii]

(art by @vezimira)

Pictured: Kepsy practicing the dramatic reveal of his newly repaired mechadendrites for whenever he got to use the taser goad one to get out of being pinned by the loyalist pteraxii (he did it here)

He maaaay have killed someone to get the mirror

[ask-heldrake-chan]

"Flexing" - big commission done by the insanely awesome @stain-is-the-name who, for unknown reason, puts up with my ideas.

The Chaos Skitarii, of course, belongs to @ask-kepsy-the-chaos-skitarii , who i hope was portrayed correctly.

[ask-heldrake-chan]

Another chibi-commission done by the wonderful @stain-is-the-name.

Poor @ask-kepsy-the-chaos-skitarii got roped into following the others into the most dangerous battlefield yet: the Ratatoskr warband's mess hall right after they have recieved a fresh shipment of food.

People who spend their lives on spacecraft can make do for a long time with corpse strach, ration bars hard enough to kill someone with, and dubious warp fruits - but the moment there is fresh grub, even the most disciplined companies might turn rowdy trying to get theirs first.

[ask-kepsy-the-chaos-skitarii]

*bored Heldrake noises approaching*

It seems a certain Heldrake has currently nothing to do and is about to make this someone else's problem...

She approaches as he is tinkering on something, when her shadow looms over him he stops and turns to see who it is, upon seeing her he lights up with a excited smile

"Ive got something to show you!"

a pair of small mechadendrites comes out from each of his sleeves, one on each side with claws for holding and manipulating small objects, one with a dataspike, and one with the head of a taser goad

with smug glee he points at the taser mechadendrite with his finger and has it make an electric arc "with this one i even managed to stun that loyalist pteraxii who snuck on the ship and has been pestering me and scared her off!"

[ask-kepsy-the-chaos-skitarii]

*picks up the minion and throws him over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes*

The humanoid Heldrake does not elaborate and just starts walking.

He silently lets her pick him up carry him with the acceptance of a particularly docile small pet.

it takes a little bit before he decides to ask "um... where are you taking me?"

[ask-kepsy-the-chaos-skitarii]

Now that she has gotten her target down, again - and unarmed too - the pteraxii strides forward and, without hesitation, puts one clawed foot on his chestplate to keep him down. But unlike last time, she crouches low and hoists herself forward so that she has both feet planted firmly upon him, hands resting upon her bent knees for support while her mechadendrite tail swishes slowly behind her, its censer tip still wafting a bit of scented smoke. She leans forward to get her face closer to his...

"Just what is that... what are you doing with that pair of wings in that room?!" she keeps the volume of her vox low but her tone is nonetheless insistent and harsh; the glow of her lenses intense and furious as she spreads her wings to cast a shadow over him. "How could you desecrate that which comes from our- your kind like that!"

She is assured that the amount of restraint she is applying, crouched atop him, is sufficient - doubly so with the fact that his weapon is far, far out of reach. He appears to be far too fearful to reach out and strike her - and were he to, her reflexes would be far quicker to stop him.

His fear seems to fade and a sly smile forms on his lips. Then, suddenly, an intense shock that leaves her stunned and her systems in disarray for a few seconds hits her.

When she has recalibrated she has been pushed of him and she turns to see him he is standing close by whispering binharic to his arc pistol seemingly to call it down. He then looks to her and lets out a little chuckle that quickly transforms in to a loud arrogant laughter clearly not fitting someone who was moments earlier pinned to the floor with someone standing on top of him.

He then dramaticaly swings his arms out wide, letting his large sleeves slide down to reveal a pair of mechadendrites hidden within each of the sleeves. both sides have one mechadendrite with a manipulator claw, his right side has one with a dataspike and his left has one with a small taser goad head, undoubtedly what he used to stun her.

"Didn't expect that id have a surprise for you next time you pinned me down, did you, loyalist?"

[ask-kepsy-the-chaos-skitarii]

In the midst of her wafting smoke about the heretical workspace, the pteraxii notices a metallic rattling noise coming from behind her - suddenly escalating into an unholy shrieking that could come from neither man nor machine. She freezes at the sound, crouching and clutching at her head until it stops just as abruptly as it started, with a far-too-loud clang.

But there was no time to wonder how exactly the daemon was affected by her incense, for when she looks out of the doorway - still open (!) - not far beyond is the chaos skitarii staring at the scene that had unfolded within his personal sanctum in utter shock. Both loyalist and heretic lock eyes for the next few weapons; as he comes to the too-late realisation that he does not have his weapon on his person, she weighs her options of what to do next. Attack? Escape? Distract?

It's when he springs into action and starts full-tilt running towards the room that she makes her decision - similarly leaping off the floor to charge straight at him. Once she's made it beyond the doorway, about to close the distance between herself and him, she flares her wings outwards and brings her hands up in an attempt to push him over, extending one leg behind his to try and trip him.

For a moment his eyes widen shock as in his panic to get his weapon he did not consider she might react by charging towards him in return. Panicking, he brings up his hands to avoid a face first collision.

Her attempt at tripping him is very successful and he loudly slams in to the floor, leaving him in a rather vulnerable looking state lying on the floor with his arms to the side of his head as if trying to entice a lover pinning him down, with the glaring exception of his expression being that of bewildered offence at this damnable loyalist and her utter audacity to mess up everything he is doing.

[ask-kepsy-the-chaos-skitarii]

OI. WHYZ YOU SO SCRAWNY? SKINNY LIL GIT. A GROT COULD SNAP YOU OVAH DER KNEE. GIT.

"um, because my former magos, um, my boss as i believe you simple-minded greenskins would understand, decided to make me scrawny? i honestly dont know why she decided to do that as its not very usefull for combat and i was supposed to be her bodyguard."

*he stands around for a moment processing the insults of the later parts and he looks increasingly offended*

"whu- what- HEY! I will have you know my spine is augmented and is VERY HARD to break! And my gun would fry a pathetic ork, let alone a gretchin alive in a SINGLE shot!"