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*cocks head*

Didn't he need to keep the power claw so the Imperium wouldn't forcefully reattach it? If not, then I'd imagine he'd want the organic one. It's closer to home, and he does like familiarity. Can't say I blame him, what with all of that training and dogma he learned.

*snorts*
Scions, don't get me started on those twits. They'd jump off a cliff if you told em' it was the Emperor's will.

And she is an odd one indeed. She just pretty much threatened to shoot me because she thought I was being pervy. Touchy much?

*looks inquisitively at tph*

And he doesn't open fire on sight. A much better sight than some of the others here.

*shoots a glance at Amelia's general direction*

So that's a undecided? Bugger...Guess I'll have to wait once he wakes up from that accidental haymaker...

*Goes back into infirmary*

*Purple coloured drop pod lands*

*Walks out*

ARGH MORE HUMANS! BLAST IT ARBITER, COULD YOU NOT SEND ME TO MORE HUMAN INFESTED PLANETS!...

*Sighs*

Ugh...Hello...

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
Bic *Still in the infirmary with Yarrick*

*Pokes head out*

Oi Shaper, do you have any extensive knowledge if Yarrick wanted an augmentic arm, or a organic arms?

Caladrius could help with that if you like. He's be far better than the shaman's witchery (come at me bro!)

Ouch, I could feel that burn from here. Is there a promethium pipe I didn't see nearby?

*he snickers as he glanced at Amelia and then back at WK*

Yeah, they wear Crimson armor with grey fatigues like our troops, but have these weird black rebreathers and glowing white eyes... It's just... Eugh.

Hello humans...

*Offers hand*

Human custom I have learnt. Your meant to shake my hand.

*Sees Blackjack*

*Makes a beeline for him*

You are not human. Good.

*Offers hand*

Humans annoy me. It is only because of the truce we have with the UNSC that I don't kill them in sight...

Shaman's witchery? You fething-

*sighs*

Just because I had the guardsman drink that sludge to increase his lifespan does not make me some backwater taboo healer.

*shakes Vanden's hand*

An actual xenos? I think I'm starting to like today.

*glances at Vanden*
*glances back at Hunter*
*sighs and keeps drinking*
Weird, just weird

What... In the warp... Is that!?!

*Instinctively raised his plasma gun at the 'xenos'*

What the hell are you!?!

*Looks over 2BJ*

I have not seen your kind before. You look oddly like some of the Kig-Yar we have onboard my ship, but you stand taller than them...And your smell seems oddly familiar...

*Still examining 2BJ*

*Fires Plasma rifle side on at pla's Plasma gun*

A Kroot is my kind, Shaper is my rank. And yes, a certain Spartan has told me of your Kig-yar, or Jackals as she called them. And you are?

*turns to glare at tph*

Do you mind? It's bad enough I have to deal with the gue'la racket, but then the constant smell of incense too. Fething Imperials.

*looks back at Vanden*

Sorry for the interruption. Humans have a tendency to shoot the first aliens they see around here.

*tackles Hunter out of the way of the shot and behind cover*
*unslings hellgun and arms it*
FETH! JUST WHEN I STARTED TO RELAX!

*Corporals plasma gun was hit, it suddenly whined and spat smoke as the gun lost its glow and shut down as a failsafe system*

Augh... Xenos.

*Corporal merely sits down, staring directly at Vanden as he got out a kit to repair his damaged Plasma gun- NEVERMIND TACKLED.*

Ow!

*Corporal instead tries to fix his gun behind the cover*

Alright, cover me while I fix it.

*Sees Vanden*

Well well well! A covenant right? What can I do for you today?

Hawks preserve us.

*steps between Vanden and WK and Hunter*

Lower the weapons. No one is invading, no one is pressing religions over one another. Understand?

*Rises up to full height, which is about a head taller than a Space Marine*

I am Detan 'Vadam. I am a Sangheli. And do not worry, I am accustomed at having weapons pointed at me. This Demon you speak of, where is he?

*Sees WK ready Hellgun*

I would prefer you not Human. I do not wish to bloody my blade unwillingly.

*Hears OT*

I am no longer apart of the Damned Covenant. The order died off with the death of Truth. The only remnants of it is the new order commanded by Jul 'Mdama.

Then don't shoot at my comrades.

*Goes over to WK*

*Leans down to eye level*

Hello Human.

*Offers hand*

It is customary to shake ones hand upon offering.

The Spartan? She's hardly a daemon. But so long as you don't intend to harm her, then I would tell you that she is in the scorpion over there.

*gestures to Amelia's scorpion*

Now, if you other questions, please ask. But for now I must attend to my own kindred. May the winds guide your flight, Detan 'Vadam.

*walks off towards his kindred's encampment*

OOC: I'm off for tonight. It's nice to see the new commotion, but I really can't have sleep deprevation for my upcoming finals.

*sighs and grabs WKs hellgun by the barrel, forcing it down*

Lets just call a truce, there's only two of us and the damn thing is bigger than an Astartes.

To my kind, she is a Demon. She has killed countless of my kind, but the truce means I cannot kill her.

*Nods head*

And to you Kroot Shaper.

*Turns to face pla and WK*

*Offers hand again*

I said hello.

OOC Night 2BJ.

*looked at WK and elbowed him in the ribs, then motioned him towards the beast*

OOC:
Sorry, I was distracted by YouTube

BIC:
*takes Vanden's hand and shakes it*

Hello. You seem oddly advanced for Humans. Perhaps I stumbled onto another dimension...

*Clicks lower mandibles together*

Probably.

You've stumbled into imperial Territory, Xenos. Only because this is a neutral zone is why you weren't blasted out of the sky as soon as our trackers sensed you.

HA! None of your primitive technology could ever hope to hit my pod.

*Stops and looks at sky*

Something is wrong.

You underestimate our anti-air capabilities, Xeno. We've--

*looks up as well*

What?

My ship is not in orbit. Something has forced it to retreat into slipspace.

*Continues looking up*

I hope your anti-air defenses are better than what I thought it was. You may have need of it soon.

*Looks back down at pla*

I am no Xeno, I am a proud Sangheli!

*Leans down to eye level*

Remember that, Human.

*raised an eyebrow then locked eyes with Vanden*

You're all. Xenos. And I have no fear of you. We'll show you our firepower.

*he slowly raised his hand and pressed his finger onto a button activating his comm bead*

Kasr Tempust, prepare code Rhinox fifty-seven, possible air incursion. Kasr Vanguard out.

*he took his hand off*

Care to watch?