I looked around and didn't see a thread for interesting/funny/ironic/facepalm moments during our games, so I thought I'd start one.
Ordo Hereticus game, rank 3. Party consists of a Divine Light of Sollex Tech-Priest trying to become a Magos Biologos, a Noble-born Sororitas, a Mind-Cleansed Assassin with an eviscerator (who is the Sororitas' brother), a Schola-raised Adept in the service of the naval provosts, and my Gunmetal City Reclaimator Scum who "shoots things in the head" and generally cracks wise.
We (us, Inquisitor, whole retinue and about a dozen other Acolyte teams) drop out of Warp at Malfi, going to get the Inquisitor's ship back since it's in dock for repairs. Turns out a mutant cult has engineered a rebellion on the planet and has taken the shipyards, and we just happened to have arrived before any Imperial reinforcements. The Boss loads the teams into boarding torpedos and shoots us at the shipyard to try to take it back. We fight some mutants, the Adept and Tech-Priest hack the Administratum records on the station to find out that the leader of the mutant cult is most probably in the planetary capital. The issue of what to do crops up.
Adept: Well, this is an important world and shipyard, we ought to recommend we call in the guard and purge the planet level by level. We can lead a team to go capture the leader and have him publicly executed.
Tech-Priest: I concur.
Sororitas: As long as the execution is by burning him at the stake.
Scum: How many of those ordinance torpedos are back in the armoury?
Adept: Uh, a couple of dozen big ones, why?
Scum: Nuke the entire hive from orbit.
Party and GM:
Scum: It's the only way to be sure.
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Later, the storm troopers and sororitas show up to secure the station's armoury while our Inquisitor hears our report.
Scum: *mock-saluting as they hustle past* Sergeant. Trooper. Trooper. Sister. Trooper.
Hello,
sister *wink*. Sergeant. Legantine. And a good evening to you, sister. Sister. Trooper. Well, hello sister.
GM: Are you
flirting
with the Sisters of Battle?
Me: Only the hot ones. You said they didn't take oaths of celibacy.
GM: Legantine Cynthia smacks you in the back of the head. The Inquisitor chuckles.