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**jhe90**

*sends wish you where here card, with smiling marla stood on balcony overlooking a large lake and mountains*

Laughs slightly in real life, as sits drinking wine on balcony

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks at card and reads the title] ...I sincerely doubt you do.
[Hands it back to BC] One for the fridge I believe.

[Looks at WK and ZK and shakes head] I swear they get stupider every year.

[Sits down at bar and looks around] [Rests claw on bar and mutters to the bartender] ... [Receives drink and sips quietly]

**War Kitten**

*smacks ZK upside the head*
YOU YA SNEAKY GIT! YA STOLE MY FAVORITE AMMO SQUIG!

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Courier comes and hands BC a package*

*In it, a bloodied Commissariat badge, and some coordinates*

OOC Hello ladies and gentlemen, Welcome aboard the 'Totally not DnD' Ship. I will be your GM for the day! Please, fasten your seatbelts and prepare for lift-off!

**2BlackJack1**

Oh no. Thirty years? I think there may have been some... technical difficulties with the warp. You haven't been gone for a year.

*coughs lightly*

I can understand if you need a moment to let that sink in.

**jhe90**

Ooc while I'm I'll il just leave marla on holiday, she,s safely miles off screen so no effect on avatar room. Right now, I'm struggling just to human lol

**Buttery Commissar**

[Blinks] It would explain why everything here is so familiar.

[Looks at badge] [Furrows brow] Less than a year, you say?
I think I may need to employ your services, if you will.

[Heads to shuttle bay and starts negotiating with a navigator]

**2BlackJack1**

Gladly. You probably need them more than anyone else here right now, anyway.

*follows after Yarrick*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Tosses Blackjack a dataslate] Set your own terms, and I will agree to them; this is not official imperial business.

We have a ride. [Points at dropship] I have no idea what is at the other end, so anyone coming takes their life in their own hands. [Picks up kitbag and climbs aboard]

**2BlackJack1**

*pockets the dataslate*

I have a few Kroot in mind that I can trust with this.

*whistles over two Kroot, one with tribal tattoos covering his skin and the other with a flamer*

Raj'el and Hai'ro. They are used to high risk operations.

*steps onto the dropship*

Where is the destination, commisar?

**Buttery Commissar**

I'm uncertain. All I have are coordinates, and this sector is almost entirely uncharted. I also don't know if this is a warning, a plea for help, or a threat. [Looks at badge]
[Stows it and signals for pilot to depart]

**jhe90**

*before he departs, room Pdf supply yarrick with plenty of ammo, food rations and spare weaponry and carpace armour*

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Checking over the coordinates, Yarrick finds that they lead to the Burned out planet of Char*

---ELSEWHERE---

The screams echoed through the Kabal, And Archon Ligergt laughed. She was lasting longer than most, but she will break, they always do.

OOC Anybody get the Transformers Armada reference...

**Buttery Commissar**

[Salutes PDF in thanks at the transport sets off] Good men.

[Sits and attempts to bring up any data on Char] Not a current warzone, not marked for retaking... Why there?

[Journey montage of Yarrick attempting to be relatively civil and mostly failing]

[Ship drops out of the warp in the area near Char]

Ooc: Sadly I know very little about transformers.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*As ship exits the warp, it is greeted by two sleek dark purple ships*

*A message comes in through the long range vox*

Hello Commissar Yarrick, it appears to us that we have something of significant value to you...And if you want this item alive, then you shall come down to the surface.

*The two ships position themselves 30 thousand kilometres on either side of the ship*

OOC RIP Transformer dream

**2BlackJack1**

*looks out a window at Char*

Hmm, it hardly looks like a vacation spot. Then again, she wasn't one for excessive beauty. More practical, and wouldn't mind a good fight.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks perplexed] But I don't negotiate with Xenos...
Present company excepted. [Realises the stares from the Kroot]

[Returns signal] I require some reassurance that you aren't lying.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*A hologram appears infront of BC*

*The Dark Eldar in the picture moves to the side to show the broken form of a woman*

I suggest you comply Commissar.

*Turns and shoves a jagged knife into her side*

And fast.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Appears entirely unmoved] ...Understood. [Ends transmission]

[Gestures to blackjack and the Kroot to get into a shuttle] There's a high chance that if you stay aboard this vessel or travel in a separate shuttle, you'll become immediately disposable.
Your choice. [Climbs into pilots seat]

**War Kitten**

[Warboss stomps out of the Room]
[appears out of the shadows behind BC]
Gentlemen, let us begin

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Archon turns to the Spartan*

Your time in this realm is coming to an end, but before then, you shall sate my thirst one more time...

*Plunges knife deep into Amelia's stomach, and twists*

*A savage smile is revealed on the Archon's twisted and fethed up face*

Oh so soon Yarrick...oh soo soooonnn...

*Tears of regret fall off Amelias eyes*

He...Will...Kill...You...

*The Archon tilts her head up with the flat end of the blade*

No, he wont, not if your my ticket out of here...

**2BlackJack1**

We stay with you, commisar. No other option. Besides, we have a score to settle with Dark Eldar, those craven creatures killed many good Kroot that were with me.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Waits for everyone to sit down and then guns the shuttle down to the surface]
This is not going to be a smooth landing...
[Slams into the ground and continues grinding and juddering for some distance]

[Looks around to check everyone is still conscious] If need be, take this and leave if things go south. I won't blame you.

[Steps out of shuttle warily]

**War Kitten**

[immediately cloaks and begins making his way into the Dark Eldar stronghold]
[pauses to backstab all of the sentries that are patrolling before entering the main structure]
Too easy....

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Yarrick is greeted by a graveyard of giant robotic beings*

*A pair of warriors in ornate, bright purple armour emerge from the shadows*

With us Honoured guest...We take you...To the Archons play-thing...

*Steps away and begin to move towards the horizon*

**ZergSmasher**

*Terran Battlecruiser has accompanied the dropship that everyone else seems to be aboard to the planet*

"This couldn't be the Char from my home universe, could it? We'll have to see if there are any signs of Zerg infestation to be sure."

*Gets into Terran dropship and prepares to head to the surface, along with plenty of other Marines and equipment (in other dropships) to set up a small-ish Terran base there*

Edit: Wow, triple ninja'd. I guess I'm already on the surface then...

**Sgt. Vanden**

*A Talos spots WK*

*The alarm sounds*

*The two warriors escorting Yarrick turn and fire upon him, shards from their guns pave a way to him*

*The Archon hears the alarm sound through the camp*

*He laughs as blood trickles from the now limp body of Amelia*

Oh, Yarrick, What a mistake you have made...

**Buttery Commissar**

[Follows the two warriors] Honored guest? Is this sarcasm?

**War Kitten**

[smoothly dodges around the fire from the two warriors before executing them with precise shots from a revolver]
You got blood on my suit....
[adjusts tie before cloaking and disappearing from view once more]

**2BlackJack1**

*follows after BC from a distance*

A trap, it's bound to be. The tainted knife ears can't be trusted.