A fairly p*rny Eversor Assassin (Patreon)

Hey all,

So while I was taking a break, some stuff happened over at GW (the company that owns warhammer 40K) where they did some fucky stuff with copyright and fan content and whatever and basically waving their big corporate dick around to smash aside every and any would-be competitor to their new and upcoming warhammer+ streaming service thingamajig, basically booting fan made content off the face of youtube (animations to be exact, because of the streaming. I'm fairly sure they don't give a rat's ass about lore channels for instance... at least I hope) because suits are dicks like that.

I'm fairly sure they don't give a shit about pron tho, fanart as in just drawings of things weren't in their cross-hairs anyhow, and I'm far to small a creator to get their attention so I'm going to keep doing this. I just thought I'd mention I am aware of their recent dickery, and I don't entirely approve to put it lightly.

Anyway, tits.

Last assassin we saw was one of the main assassin temples of the Officio Assassinorum, the Vindicare, premium snipers of the Imperium and among the very best marksmen in the entire galaxy. Stealth is their name, Efficiency is their game.

Not so the Eversor. The Eversor assassin lives by the age-old addict of assassination known only as "there are no witnesses if nobody is left alive".

Eversor assassins are raving mad blenders of blades, knives, needles, and bullets. Close combat experts, among the recruits for the various assassin temples only the craziest, most bloodthirsty, stark-raving mad psychopaths are picked to be an Eversor, and then they are trained to death, cybernetically enhanced, and hopped up on so many combat drugs that the recruitment process for a space marine begins sounding like a nice day off. But where the space marine is meant to be an effective soldier in a myriad of combat situations, working as a group and with tactical proficiency. The Eversor assassin only cares about getting up in your face as fast as possible and turning you into ribbons. They have a very situational use, of which they excel at. For anything else, get a different assassin, or use a space marine chapter, send out some bolter bitches, or maybe just use the blunt hammer that is the guard. But if you need someone dead and you needed them dead yesterday and you know where they are. Wake an Eversor and point it in their direction, and they are more likely to succeed than not.

The drugs they are on are so potent, that the Eversor would burn out and die within days, so they are kept in stasis, fed dreams of violence and pure seething anger until a situation calls for their deployment, where they will either make mincemeat of their targets and every in and outside of the building, or die trying, at which point their bodies are rigged to violently explode in order to take out as many as it can with it, and also to destroy any of the advanced tech they carry with them.

They are usually dropped on worlds in their stasis-pods, then fed instructions directly into their brain by way of aforementioned violent dreams of slaughter and hate, and woken up on-world near the target so they can immediately get to work. You don't want to waste a second with these guys, and neither do they, because all they want is kill.

Bit of a shame though because this one is really hot. Maybe if you just... ask her nicely? Reaaaaaal gently and then yo- ah no yeah, finely diced into cubes, should've expected it really.

Why the skull-helmet you ask? Because this is Warhammer 40K and subtlety is off the table.

SoCarter out.