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Marethyu: If you want to help there is one more Elder I can think who would help us. *Opens portal with hand-blade*
You need to find the Old Spider, Areop-Enap.

[Kimmy wiggles free and runs to help OT and the group]
[Steps to stop her but nods head] Be careful.

Ooc: Psykers see purely in auras so I figure she's already past being awakened.

Bic:
[Yarrick sleeping soundly in the Baneblade] [Painkillers are largely untouched, with half of a single dose missing]

*Wade looks outraged*

DP: Then what am I supposed to do? You know what I do for a living, and yell at me for doing it? Specific orders next time, amigo.

*screams come from a distance mixed with unearthly howls*

Speaker: Move, kin. We are needed.

*Kroot run off to deal with the new threat*

*The Machine Spirit begins clawing away from the hole consuming it slowly*

*necron fleet is assaulting the forces of the Machine God and attempting to keep its power at bay*

Overlord: And so comes the day a necrontyr falls in sacrifice for a mortal. For the Dragon, do we perish.

*Shaper and kindred are fighting warped skittari and daemonic machines*

Shaper: The fight keeps the kin strong.

*Shaper fires a plasma round through a skittari before getting drawn into melee with another*

*hears the ruckus*
FINALLY! SOMETHING TO FIGHT!
*runs off towards the noise*

*Amelia is lying next to Yarrick, while crying quietly into his shoulder*

*Knight is holding Maria's hand while channeling whatever little aura he has to OT and Co.*

*Death is still nowhere to be seen*

*The Machine Spirit has lost over half itself to the hole*

*sees WK*

A good fight, gue'la. Plenty of targets.

*parties a blade and slashes into the skittari's throat, exposing wire and sending oil onto the dirt*

*leaps into the fray next to 2BJ and clubs a mutated Skitarii Alpha to the ground before crushing his skull under her boot*
THAT'S ONE!
*blows the head off of another Skitarii*
THAT'S TWO!

*jumps backwards to avoid a daemon claw*
*sends a plasma round through the creature's skull*

These daemons... they are not like any other I have seen.

*ducks under a Rust Stalkers claw before putting a plasma round through his chest*
I assume you have an idea based on your tone?

*Keeps Siphoning energy from the machine god*

He is weakening...

*Flecks of ash begin to burn off the being*

*Machine Spirit is furiously trying to escape*

OOC: Be back in like 80 minutes

[Yarrick wakes up and rolls to face Amelia] [Feels ground shaking] [Pulls her closer] Have faith in our friends. [Leans forehead against hers and holds her close] [Notices vox piece is flashing] [Picks it up with one hand] [Checks it]
... [Turns it off] [Hugs Amelia and closes eye]

*shakes head*

Keep drowning them in plasma. We only need to hold out until their master is taken care of. I'm sorry, but it is hard to think straight while resisting the ebbs and flows of the warp.

*bullet grazes his arm*
*fires a shot at the assailant*

That would feel worse if I hadn't numbed myself.

*grunts as a round bounces off her shoulder pad*
That's going to hurt tomorrow...
*pops up from behind the log she's taking cover behind*
FIRE IN THE HOLE!
*hurls a grenade*
*turns to 2BJ*
I'd recommend getting down. It's about to get loud in here

*moves behind a fallen tree*

You fight well, gue'la. You hail from Cadia, yes?

*Eyes glow a putrid yellow*

You should have left my debts alone...

*A sickly cry erupts from the deity*

Now.. Now.. Just as I told the four no end times till all debts are accounted for...

*Smile broadens*

*Siphoning continues*

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
*moves behind a fallen tree*

You fight well, gue'la. You hail from Cadia, yes?

I do indeed. War is in our blood, I learned to strip my weapon before I could walk, and i played with knives instead of toys

*nods*

The krootlings are not much different on Pech. Learning to hunt is a must for any of our kindred.

*knarloc riders enter the fray and flank the warped skittari*

Ah, the cavalry has arrived.

*An armored sentinel squadron stomps forward and unleashes a barrage of autocannon fire on the Skitarii*
*grins widely*
NOW THIS IS A FIGHT!
*puts a plasma bolt through the Magos leading the Skitarii*

Always trying to one up each other, aren't you gue'la? Now we strike while their backs are turned.

*leaps over his cover and slashes at the nearest skitarii and blocks a second one's blade*

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
Always trying to one up each other, aren't you gue'la? Now we strike while their backs are turned.

*leaps over his cover and slashes at the nearest skitarii and blocks a second one's blade*

*leaps over the tree behind 2BJ and crushes one Skitariis throat with a powerful punch*
That's how I roll my friend

*Wade comes running in guns blazing*

DP: It was a little crowded at the main base, so I thought you dandelions could use some help.

*Shaper sighs*

*disembowels a skitarii and fires a round through its skull*

Do you know how frustrating it is to fight something you can't eat? Chaos and tyranids make for an expensive fee when it comes to paying us. Not that I've been charging this room as of late.

OOC: Tempted to do something, but you'd all yell at me.

*ducks behind a tree as several Rangers start firing at me*
Ooh. They're getting pissy, I think we might have irritated them

*Deadpool runs at the Rangers with katanas drawn*

DP: Worry not, Missy! And who are these guys anyway?

*Shaper shakes his head*

That gue'la is always looking for new ways to get hurt.

OOC We don't mind Black, do what you please. I doubt you'll Machina us that much. more than everybody else has.

Bic *Closes eyes and holds Yarrick close*

I just want you to know, that if I die, I die the happiest I've been in 400 years...

Eh. Since they're shooting at him instead of me I'm not complaining
*flinches as a round impacts just above my head*

*shot hits Wade in the thigh*
DP: Hit markers don't mean squat in Wade's World!
*Wade starts hacking at the rangers*
*Mr. Pool ducks and a ranger shoots its comrade*
DP: Mom! Get the camera!
*DP skewers the ranger*
DP: Team killing feth tard!

*Shaper shakes his head*

I'd ask if he's always like this, but I already know the answer. Also, I regret any remarks of saying Verviedi is insane. He is insane. And I don't think it's fair for him to do all the work.

*sheathes rifle and leaps into a group of skitarii while drawing two axes*