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**Verviedi**

*Back in the underlevels of the frigate*
*Has somehow procured a division of construction robots and Servitors, and is redecorating*

**jhe90**

*picks up excess movement on v,s deck*.... Oh.... *shrugs* no one normaly ever goes down there.

*imails varden the carpet suplier*

*to ship from marla*
We are approaching the Terran system, all pass ports ready, be ready for borders. We will be dropping out of warp soon and transferring to plasma drives.

You all know where to be.

Marla out.

*reclines back in her suite and drinks champagne as watching the outline of Pluto grow in distance *

**Sgt. Vanden**

Did'ya say boarders? That might be fun...

*Grabs Magnum from sidetable and holsters it*

I'll be ready...After I finish hugging the feth out of this wall...New definition to wall-hugging I guess...

**jhe90**

*warning do not engage borders unless told. We will be inspected for passport checks. Please have them ready*

*private vox to varden* sorry, no fun yet, will be in the underhive.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Voxes Marla*

Ow...oh well...back to hugging the floor...

**jhe90**

*has crew deliver a number of carpeted furry soft objects *

*to varden* enjoy, your welcome to keep the new objects and take em home when we return to room, and I already sent a I mail with company and discount code, I know its so fun, seems the boys don,t appreciate it so much.

For terra, srop by the armoury if you need anything.

**Sgt. Vanden**

Men don't know what the finer things in life are.

*Throws a carpet over Yarrick and jumps on him*

**jhe90**

I know right! Enjoy rest of stay! Marla out.

*Reclines back on padded fury floor in luxury suite with guardsman and champagne and a carpet picnic watching Pluto pass by*

Hard life eh dear, champagne, glowing carpet and picnics I. The stars.

**Buttery Commissar**

..!
[Wriggles free and looks mischievous] [Picks up Vanden and presses her against the wall] It's like potato printing.

**Sgt. Vanden**

So you do like it!

*Tries wriggling free*

*Fails*

**mrhappyface**

*Barges through door* My God! Where the hell are we! *Grabs Yarrick* ~cock blocked~ Where did you take me!

**Buttery Commissar**

[Extremely annoyed] Do I look like the fething tourist board?

**jhe90**

*staff usher him to a side room*
Sorry sir, we,l let you relax.. Slide lever to lock door.

Its m40-41, our heading is terra, or earth in the old tounge, the capital of the human empire. Much has changed over the thousands of years since your time and things will be a large shock. Things are grim, life is cheap and freedom is a illusion.

Welcome to the future among the stars.

**mrhappyface**

... Are you pulling my leg?

**jhe90**

No sir. The nation called united kingdom has not existed in 10,000 plus years. Earth is a planet entirely built over and very little remains of what you would call earth. No water, no Green, all city.

You may want to read up

*hands a basic history book on mankind*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Locks door] If it's not Benny, it's lost politicians.

Where were we?

**War Kitten**

*is fast asleep on the floor next to Marla*

**jhe90**

*has curled up under a blanket ignoring the world and problems happily asleep*
Snugglely ...... Zzzzzzzz

**Verviedi**

*Stray high-yield mining laser fires through the floor near jhe's foot*
Sorry! I missed... Hope you have an airlock at the end of that!

**jhe90**

*wakes up*

What da. I was napping. Yes I have auto sealing hull. Still.
*gives order in Martian code that disables all his robots to marlas chomamd. * I'm not a tech preist but this is my ship...

If you hit my foot you would have been put the airlock not sealing one.

Better get hidden, getting near the dorns defense belt. Will be boarded for passport checks.

*broadcast a code in Martian to enable access to a high speed corridor past the queue of starships waiting for inspection at the Dorn line.*
Be waiting days otherwise....

**Buttery Commissar**

Passport checks?

...They may notice that mine is severely out of date and shows me with a bionic arm.
They may notice that despite it being public knowledge, I don't have a bionic arm.

**2BlackJack1**

Passport checks? Surely they would have my ID code in the database already. I've already been on Earth on several occasions, though I spend much more time in space.

**jhe90**

Don,t worry yarrick. *hands medical papers confirmation of vat grown arm replacement due to technical issues with claw*

Covered you.

If your code not get us killed, use it.

**Buttery Commissar**

...! We can't show them that. That klaw is an imperial propaganda tool. If they find out I grew my arm back, they'll force me to have it reattached. [Thinks]

But we could fake it. How hard would it be to just hollow put a junk Ork klaw?

**mrhappyface**

*Finishes reading first chapter of history book* This can't be right! It only starts at the 25th millenia: what happened before all of these wars and, more importantly, what of UKIP?
*Realises everyone is getting passports out**Pats himself down* Urrr... Will a drivers license do for identification? Although, according to you people, this expired 1,500 years ago.

**Buttery Commissar**

I think we can probably pass you off as a servitor.

**mrhappyface**

A what?

**jhe90**

Ummmm.... *pulls out a old ork claw off a wall that looks right*

That one do?
Its already hollow, the tech inside, was just scraps of wire. Junk. *pulls out paint* just needs a new lick of paint. Just say it broke. The tech priests never did want to repair it in first place....
That's right, we know very little pre m25, pre m12 is just myth and legend. All we know of ukip in data banks is a reference linking them to "the fall of the twin parliament" nothing else. Oh wait, some reference to Cameroon who was a leader of the time. Some joke about giant foreheads? And corban , red something?

The data records are very very limited.

Least your human.....

**mrhappyface**

"The fall of the twin parliament"
By god they did it...
Wait. How long before the war was this?

**War Kitten**

Well. It's about 999 M41. You tell us