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*ground shakes as titans stomp off sounding horns and raising weapons in salute and go back to there normal spot to sound of hammering drums as mars iv marches away *

Ooc because kroot beak palms

*Happily sleeping inside the core of the planet, having gone intangible and forgotten to turn off gravity*

I suppose so, Thraka. Urban fighting is not my forte. Hopefully she runs off to a jungle, that would be convenient.

*Ladder drops down for BJ*

Scanner says she's about 40 klicks west. That area is mostly farmland and forest.

*grabs pla and climbs up the ladder whilst carrying him*

Good, that's my element then. She won't get away this time, assuming we don't have anyone crashing their bikes into walls.

OOC: I'm staving so I've gotta head out. BJ feel free to take us on a 40 KM trip towards the assassin

*incoming reports confirm the idea of where a d point out several points of interest including a abandoned mining site, agri settlement and a small mountain with complex cave systems as potential hiding places *

*maps and data from databases and scans are delivered to group from marlas ship in orbit confirming ots scans*

*watches all this go on on a monitor and facepalms*
By the Emperor...
*voxes Hunter*
We have a Valkyrie squadron circling nearby, do you need support?

*had his vox clipped onto his jacket, just 2 inches away from where the bullet hit. He began talking in his unconcious state*

Nh... No... Not...Not again...

*grabs the vox set*

Commisar is shot, he's taking a time out in this sentinel. Thraka and I are going to end this. If we get any more support running around, that assassin will be heading for the horizon. Or into the cave system, which will make your birds useless anyway.

*shrugs and sits back down*
Guess I'll just play another game of Space Jenga then

*Over vox*

Or you could well, you know, be with your wife...

Quiet you

*slowly opens his eyes and presses the vox button*

Or you could, y'know, shut the feth up. Or stop trying to dictate how people do gak in their own time.

*falls back unconcious*

...Really? She needs comfort. Whats wrong with you?

*To pla*

I will kick your gak in Corp. Shut up.

You want a list?

*slowly opened his eyes again*

If she... needed it. She wouldn't of brought a BUNCH OF fething TITANS and INTER- *coughs up some blood* gak... Ahem, interfere with Imperial investigations. Because of you three meddling, I got distracted and ended up shot, the Assassin got away, and Yarrick got a railing to his brain. So are you going to keep being *coughs a little more* feth... Keep going to be a problem or are you going to leave us the feth alone and let people who are competent do their jobs!

*Looks mildly astounded*

Your not a bad husband. Just sit with her jeez...

*To pla*

Yep, blame it on me. Of course. All my fault. The harlot strikes again!

If you and Marla did not get involved and supplied Z15 with that bike, it would of worked a lot better because we would not have been divided and the Assassin wouldn't of been alerted. And then Marla brought a fething TITAN in that destroyed several city blocks and possibly killed MANY people who were just going to work. the Skitarii showed up and caused panic as people thought there was a Chaos terrorist around, which sent the city into an abs- *coughs even harder* Ahgh! feth me! Sharper get me another bandage!

Gnn, Absoloute state of PANIC. I probably will have the Governor and Lord-Commissar on my ass about this, asking why there was fething titans and Skitarii stomping around hunting for a POI. Then I needed to call off all triple A installments before you got your ass shot down!

I'm starting to regret saving you from dying, Amelia. Drop dead.

Thats good to hear. Ever think what would've happened if I didn't come in? No. Thats what I thought. You and I will have a reckoning when you get back.

*Drops vox*

God he's a handful...

*sits quietly in the Room wondering where it all went so wrong*
*puts his head in his hands*
This day is just going swimmingly....

*wipes off his chest*

I don't think I'm supposed to be bleeding this much...

OOC: Jeez, Corporal causes problems by being a dreadful realist in this world. He's causing everybody to have excrescential crisises.

*starts putting more bandages onto pla*

Put pressure on this, you're like a stuck pig. And please, stop arguing. Your heart rate going up isn't helping.

*shrugs and puts pressure where Sharper tells him too*

Yeah, yeah whatever. I've dealt with worse.

Your vox is still on. And if you bitch this much, I can't imagine what your surgeons would've been thinking.

*Leans back and smiles*

*turns the vox off before pla can respond*

I'm not sure which is deadlier to you all, yourselves, or this assassin.

Do you want to fething go there, Amelia? Becuase I can go way worse than anything your half-baked, perverted, sterotyped mind can even begin to think about it--

Hey!

*sighs and facepalms*
Children. Separate corners.

It's funny, cause we're on the other side of the city from each other.

Do I need to apply anastasia? It comes in two ways.

*pulls out a small vial and sets it down next to a club*

It isn't a threat, I just am not willing to listen to two people throwing insults at one another while I try to save on of their lives.

*sighs*

I'm a fortune fighter, not a medic, for Hawk's sake.