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OOC:
I've been wrestling with reality for the last few days. Dealing with a number of family issues on top of dealing with some summer courses at college means that I'm busy most days.

*Marla sits down next to him Thanking Morgan for the help*

Thanks, il be ok Morgan, too used to working on guardsmen!
And tell Marlin, swimming may help her leg strength better then walking.

*starts treating the solders wound and applying new clean dressings and making sure its not got infected by guard issue ones*

So, guardsman, you got a name?

*Marinalia pokes head out kitchen and seems happier to be doing something *
Hungry soldier, Morgan. Marla, Father ?

*Guardsman looks grateful*

Guardsman: Yeah, Corporal Malik. Number 5885, 1st Ulyssean. Infantry Brigade Sigma.

*To Marinalia*

Cpl. Malik: Yes, very. Ran out of rations yesterday. I need to restock and get a map. I must be off course.

*Marla*
Well Corporal Malik, I know your kind too well, I'm Married too one!

*Carried on applying some far neater clean bandages and some decent counter burn oinment that works unlike guard issue*

Agh, might be maps... Out of date.
Our old home was destroyed, this one is 10 miles or more North of the old site.

Id love some pancakes...

*Marinalia nods*
Sure. Oh, names Marinalia, Princess if your formal.

*smiles and returns a few minutes later with pancakes on a wheeled tray, one leg still in a support brace up to knee and sits down quickly resting it*

Tuck in, try armoury, we ain't low on supplies or charge packs..
Oh.. Bit too close to a exploding shuttle craft...

Cpl. Malik: Thanks. This smells better than my rations. And the food looks good, too. I saw the wreckage outside and though I must have still been around where I'm supposed to be. But if this is Medicae 15 and not 14, I'm well off base.

*Begins eating, shoveling food into his mouth at a rate only a Guardsman can muster*

*Marinalia*
Thanks, yeah... Orbital lance fire in told..

Was just leaving after post flight.
Well that's what left of my shuttle! Honestly your first imperial we seen in a few weeks.

(and I thought Morgan could eat)

*Marla*
Aye, yeah, Medicare 15. Just go easy on arm. You took a bad Las flash burn.
14, is .. Well you got alot lost... And my neice is a good cook..
*smiles tucking into own as hungry*

...

*Vesarian nods*
I am going to see Victoria
*rather cooly walks off*

...

*Space wolf wanders by to grab a ale and also looks out a window calculating the location of something *

*Malik eyes the Space Wolf*

Cpl. Malik: So you've got no contact, this IS Medicae 15, you've been hit by an Orbital Lance and there's a Space Marine. I must've been hit in the head, too.

How much do you know of Imperial activity around here?

*Marla*
Used to be larger centreplace with a PDF company, had a small Garrison of space wolves occupying a supply base, and yep. We got lanced by a elder craftworld. This is Medicare 15 , I should know I run it. *slightly sad about fact*

And maybe you hit your head on way in...

*Space wolf looks over*
Jarl Agmar of the Space Wolves Legion.
Full Rune preist.

What Marla told you is true.
The original settlement was destroyed in a invasion.
We have had no contact from other imperial forces bar a brother Primus of my chapter.

OOC: Aren't the new marines called "Primaris" marines?

BIC:

Cpl. Malik: Well then. I'm going to need to contact Command, if we've got Eldar now. I take it they were the invasion?

The only war going on that I was aware of was the 14th Callan Suppression. Damn rebels think they're too good for the Imperium. Been going on for two centuries now, they never learn.

*to Agmar*

Cpl. Malik: I thought you lot were all fictional. And what's a brother Primaris?

*Marla*
Nope... Just hung in space. The short range radar here not picked up a blip.

Granted its mostly just a navdar for helping shuttle find us, and guide in safely but it detects some incoming..

Sounds like impirium. There's always a war somewhere.

*Jarl gives a cool laugh*
Fiction. No.
My life might be considered it by most though. Only one other like me left in the galaxy.

*calmly explains*
New marines, created by Lord Gulimanand Arch Magos Cawl, bigger, stronger than the original arastes to serve as part of the new crusade.

Young bloods though, fresh out of training mostly.

*to Marla*

Cpl. Malik: So who did invade? And why is there a whole Craftworld just floating up there? And where is the Navy?

*gets up to look for a map*

*to Agmar*

Cpl. Malik: So there's only one normal Marine, and a bunch of newer, bigger, propaganda pieces created by two characters who are definitely fictitious? Or at least highly heretical, if anything on the posters is true.

*finds a supply crate and begins rummaging through it*

*Marla*
Desmond, shadows, hoards of endless skeletons and undead...

You know. Apocalypse stuff.
Wiped out 99% of the planet.... Umm, cheerful few weeks to be sure.

*Marilania nods*
This place gets that alot...

*Agmar nods but frowns*
Doffrwnt.. But still Brothers.. Watch it guardsman...

Normal! ... If Normal is a Veteran of the great crusade sure.
That kinda thing does happen round this planet. Things get crazy round here.

*Cpl. Malik looks puzzled for a moment, and then starts counting on his hands*

Cpl. Malik: One times fifteen is... Fifteen. Times by, wait, divided by one hundred is... So there is around 150,000,000 people left on this planet. Huh. And I thought your communications were bad. I was off with my Brigade supressing civilian revolts not too far from here. Saw a nuke go off, and everything went to gak from there.

Guess that's what happens when the Emperor forgets to "protect" your long-range vox. And I did always wonder what was up with these locals doing heretical things with their dead.

*he finally finds a map*

Cpl. Malik: Right. Medicae 14... that should be there... 15 is... here. Oh fethdamnit! I'm off by about twenty miles!

*Marla*

Wed no word from any other sector, we assumed we where the last left behind.

When we trekked by local area we saw only ruins sand dead towns...

There was every reason to believe we last remaining base here.
Unless our sector just got hit worst.

*Jarl nods*
Plus a extra 10 north on map to account for location.
That ones pre relocation.

*Marilania*
Aye, I flew over zone a week or so ago, no life signs local. This area was pretty hit hard before, we got hammered in attacks... Not been easy Corporal.

Closest large town was nothing but a mausoleum.

Cpl. Malik: Brigade Alpha should be here soon, if they've not been killed off yet. I say we wait a while for them, and see if they have a long range vox.

Like I said, I was entirely unaware of the local situation. So I very much hope it stays local. Otherwise we're in deeper gak than even the Emperor can help us with.

*Marla*

Yeah, plus we have food, shelter, there's some booze hidden in stores somewhere! Make yourself at home...

It seems to have disopated now but avoiding caves and such might be a good idea.

*Marinalia*
Aye, at worst, it seemed like entire planet cut off.
We where totally alone for a week or so at least. Seems main worry is that craftworld... Maybe there's a alternative way to stop it? . .. Bar directly using ships.

Regiment.. Maybe. Hell even a basic command chimeria might have a decent vox.

*Jarl nods*
I got the astopathic message... Fleets staying clear of that thing. Its down to creative thinking...

*looking around now for a weapons cache*

Cpl.Malik: One Craftworld, one expended invasion, local area is dead. No external contact, the Navy's gone off gallavanting and now we've either got to wait for some hopefully-already-dead reinforcements, or get ourselves off-world.

Good start to the day.

About 6 miles northwest of here, there is a dropsite for infantry landers. If we're lucky, we might be able to commandeer a small lander.

*Jarl nods*

Welcome to sector 15.. This is a normal day.
Agh, the message stated it has a damaged flank, guns offline, it can be approached on that side.

Long as it can jink should make it aboard or pass it.

*Marla*
Yep... That's horribly normal..

*Victoria walks in requiring a support frame, with same eyes as Marinalia and long dark hair *
*quietly *
A gathering... You not found a new problem?

*Vesarian looks over *
Navy.. My ship is on system edge, low power. Got chance zero taking down the craftworld alone though.

I can get comm messages put though.

*Marinalia goes over to help Victoria both seeming to be least be getting along, *

Cpl. Malik: A ship.. Why did nobody mention this sooner?

*he grins, a glint of raving gunman in his eyes*

Cpl. Malik: We best be off then. I'll need a new gun, but if we can get a Lander we can hop over to your ship and be on our merry way.

*Vesarian*
Because .. Rogue traders are not always looked upon kindly. Plus there is a matter to be done before we could leave. It is not a question. My Daughters takes priority.


*Victoria nods weakly sat by Marinalia slightly supporting her*
I need the treatment before i am strong ernough to travel.

*Jarl*
There's plenty of planet too... Can always find a more populated area, maybe to the coasts.

Maybe one of the settlements survived out there. Be good to find a long range vox too.

Cpl. Malik: I don't mean to get out of the system, that would be desertion. What I want to do is get into orbit and carpet bomb whatever's left of those suckers out there, and locate my Regiment. Maybe find out what's up with that Craftworld.

*Picks up an old lasgun cartridge, inspects it, and throws in into a corner*

*Marilania helps her sister up and both look over, *

*Victoria*
Ship our home too...

*Vesarian*
If your orbit of craftworld, planet and target match
.. I can use planet for cover, go opposite orbit, fire and leave ...

*cooly*
You got accurate targeting data....

*Marinalia and Victoria head off to med bay accompanied by Her doctors and a waiting Maria*
*gives Morgan a kiss and heads off*

*Jarl*
Your plan is extreme... But the orbital.asset is gepstatipnry. Take time to break orbital..
(

OOC: Still going to be without reliable internet for another week. Should be back on Dakka after that.

*Athan continues to roam the forests and canyons of the Avatar world, humming softly to himself as he traces his tattoos and scars like a roadmap of his adventures.*

New thread here: https://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/0/735516.page#9538831

This one appears to have died. So sad :C

[Knocks the light on and switches on Christmas tree lights] [Sets up coffee table with a few mugs and snacks]
[Sits and sips cocoa] Merry Candlemass.

[Kimmy and Perron curl up on a beanbag] Merry Christmas...

[Yarrick sits in a festive sweater and pretends not to be happy to be included] [CBC and Sam are being disgustingly cute next to him the sofa]

((As a one off, Merry Christmas my dudes))

*Aerin roasts a boar on a fireplace, proud that he killed it with his sword because he's a smug bastard*

*An avian humanoid forms in the center of the room, appearing similarly to a Force Ghost*
Boran: Don't eat the candles this time.

*around the festive tree topped by the imperial holiday skull, the family gathers and finaly peace has come to the avatar land*

*marla sits in a festive dress pesting Yarrick to play aqullas and skulls on a tablet and remembers thr good old days, while waiting for Milo to get over monpaply arguments *

*Maria and Vesarian finaly put there 2 decades past them of altercation and sat together holding hands toasting marshmallows on the fire with her mechadrite wrapped wound them both, no longer alone at last*

*Marinalia relaxed, enjoying her first Christmas away from schola with her family waiting for a kiss under the mistletoe with Morgan*

*High Facrocator maxamillon does in a chair recharging on a USB port after Christmas dinner with a santa hat and a mechadrite stealing some mince pies. *

*Yarl Agmar and the space wolves at the kitchen trying to outdrink each other and also run the entire continent out of booze*

*Furia sits carving a toy for her daughter, happy that at last somthing good has come of time in the room. *

*a long lost commissar from many thousands of posts ago wanders out of thr cold, hands out his presents and warms his hands by the fire *

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

And for one day, peace, calm and happyness spread in the grim dark universe.

[REDACTED]

Iris sits on a sofa, snuggled against Horus with a letter in her hand from her best human friend, as they both look over at Quetz, curled around the sofas as usual. nestled in Quetz's scaly palm was a Christmas classic. The Ancient Elder read aloud... "Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse." The room was quite for a change, peaceful. ""The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there" Indeed, around the circumference of the living area were arranged many socks. Some were fairly generic like Horus's, others ornate like Iris's, which kept changing color in gentle ripples. Two were home-made, Gharn had sewn two for himself and Dria, his made of leather and hers of white fur.

Thoth sat in an armchair, listening silently with his daughter practicing little spells on his lap while Ra and Huitz dozed on recliners.

"The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads" read The Great Serpent quietly, looking over at Gharn and Dria, curled up together, fast asleep on the sofa across from them. Iris smiled gently and urged him to keep reading as Morgan preformed the time honored tradition of mistletoe with his love.

"And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap-" he read further, Iris snuggling against Horus and drawing a blanket over herself, yawning slightly as Quetz read "When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.". Morrigan stirred from her sleep, grumbling slightly and rubbing her coal-black eyes as a loud noise awoke her.

"Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a minature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,." Quetz's rumbling voice spoke as the Crow Goddess walked out of her room, tying a bathrobe over her nightgown and racing towards the door.

"With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick." The Dragon said. Outside, a man looking to be in his early 50s was helping a woman looking about the same age off a sleigh. In the driver's seat say a blonde-haired man with twinkling blue eyes, wearing a ragged red coat and a scarf over his face. He held the reins in his right hand, as his left was only a golden crescent blade. The sleigh was made of solid gold and was pulled by animals that had died out millions of years before humanity had even been a concept in the back of some Archon's mind.

"More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name: Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen, On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem; To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!” the hook-handed man smiled as Morrigan rushed out and embraced her dear friends, both smiling happily as they hugged her.

"As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys - and St. Nicholas too" said the dragon as the Hook-Handed man lifted a large bag over his shoulder. Mergoux looked down coldly from where she was sharpening a dagger on top of the roof, the snow seeming not to bother her, though her arms were bare, tattoo's gleaming in the moonlight.

"And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof , The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound: He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys was flung on his back, And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:" Marethyu suddenly looked up at Mergoux and waved, a loud clattering coming from behind her startled her, and she turned around. Behind her was a full set of armor, and she new just by looking it would fit her perfectly. Looking back she saw the Morrigan, the two men and the other woman walking towards the door, and for once Mergoux sat back, feeling... content. Not happy, but... content.

"His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples how merry, His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;"
Quetz read

"A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight- Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night." Quetz said as the door opened, revealing the older man and his wide, the Morrigan in her nightgown and the hook-handed man.
Nicholas: Hello everyone! We're home!

*Rita sits on the beach planet Izriel and her found. They both lay on long beach towels, and both have some form of beverage. The planet's bright sun is blocked by a tall metal figure, who holds a small beach umbrella over the pair.*
Rita: Dt... why don't you set the umbrella in the sand?
Dt -Protocol 1- Pilot the sun is moving on it's axis, in time-
Rita: It's cool, Rt! Just wanted you to be comfortable.
*Dt makes a happy bleep, and leans forward to look down at the pair.*
Dt: Merry Christmas, pilot and Izriel.
Rita: Merry Christmas bud, glad you're here.
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*Jake stands silently alone in the forest, his brilliant green eyes study the room, but he dares not tread any closer. He closes his hand around the small lock of Denny's hair, and looks towards the sky. Purpose he thinks, and with that a portal forms behind him. He silently walks through the portal, and begins a new adventure... though this adventure he walks alone.*

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*Rachel sits alone in the forest next to Thaddeus's grave, she gently brushes away the built up grim on the gravestone. After sometime she breaks down again, and hugs the gravestone, as fresh tears run down her face. "Miss you Senpai, Happy winter..."*

*Ciri sits snuggled in bed with Taeria, in one of the high towers in Kaer Morhen. She briefly looks over at her lover, and snuggles closer to her before letting out a sigh of happiness. Down in the main hall Geralt and Yennefer sit drinking, and enjoying the last bits of the holiday feast. Both smile happily, and have yet to argue for sometime. Gradually they make their way to bed, and cuddle with each other for the night.*

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*What is Roland doing? Well... The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.*

























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*Gaunter watches Aerin cook, and sighs at him.*
Gaunter: You must give it more time, witcher. Let the meat roast, not blacken though...
*Randal nods behind him, almost seeming to appear out of know where.*
Randal: Or you know, just give us your soul?
*Walterr silently steps from a dark corner, already facepalming.*
Walter: Gents, let's give them a day or two without deals or harassment. It's the holidays after all.
*The three grumble, and nod before walking into a dark corner, to visit a dark world.*

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*Under the Christmas tree lay tons of gifts for everyone, though all of them say this on the cards "To Mutie, love AMERICA'S FINEST SOLDIER."*

OOC: Miss this thread, but glad we did this. Merry Christmas to you guys.