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*teleports back*
*blinks*
*blinks*
*blinks*
oh, to warp with it
*sits at the table, takes out his novel, and orders a subway meat bull sub - hold the salid.

 BrotherHaraldus wrote:
...You're to attractive for this place. This is a place of ONLY WARRRRRR. (Yes, I just hijacked it.) Go get yourself some tentacles, scars and bionics, and then we're talking. Get true sexiness, like my armoured form. *Flexes* Awwwh yeah, that's the stuff.

I can help with the scar part, though...

Bitch please; I can and have taken down Titan-sized monstrous creatures with just a pair of bladed weapons and my 3D Maneuver Gear.

*And now Crazygit looks more displeased with everyone sitting down, reading, flexing their puny arms and eating weird things.*

Ey, 'ere's 'da fightin'? A came back 'ere ta see tha foight an' foight meself!

*Stares at Mikasa-whatever-thingy*

Arrogant little human. Can't be bothered.

*Looks down at the comparatively tiny Bob and sighs*

Well... It's the job, man. It's getting on my nerves. If it isn't a Carnifex skull that needs to be taken, you need to chop down a Guardsman platoon or something. No offense on the latter, mind you, it's just business.

*He takes off his helmet and picks up a coffee cup between his thumb and index finger, emptying the contents into his mouth before putting on the helmet again*

Sometimes I just want to pursue my dream... I want to be a celebrity. A singer. But the last time I tried singing I accidentally killed half a dozen of our captives. Normally nobody would care, but they were about to be used in a ritual, so Sharikh tried to slice my head off.

*Kharaxx flexes his shoulders*

Gave him a good smacking but the problem remains...

Why aren't we killing yet?

'Dat's wot oI'm askin' too!
*Now the Ork Mek finally had enough of all of this idle muckery, and he dumps down on the ground, smacking his choppa on the ground to make it spark, and roars.*

Led's GIT SUM FIGHITIN' UP!

Gladly (empties a carbine in the Ork's face).

*sigh*
*punches a hole in the side of the space ship*
if we're going to fight, we're doing it on the surface.

*But that just lead to him bashing the axe at it, and a few bullets either bouncing off his headplate, jaw and nose, without seemingly being affected.*
Ye git 'fink 'dat's a shoota!? *Lunghes his other hand at Valery, with the intention to throw that git into a wall.* It's PUNY

Blood, blood, blood, blood!

Thenoobbomb thumbs the activation rune on his chainaxe, and starts charging into the nearest person.

 BrotherHaraldus wrote:
*Stares at Mikasa-whatever-thingy*

Arrogant little human. Can't be bothered.

*Looks down at the comparatively tiny Bob and sighs*

Well... It's the job, man. It's getting on my nerves. If it isn't a Carnifex skull that needs to be taken, you need to chop down a Guardsman platoon or something. No offense on the latter, mind you, it's just business.

*He takes off his helmet and picks up a coffee cup between his thumb and index finger, emptying the contents into his mouth before putting on the helmet again*

Sometimes I just want to pursue my dream... I want to be a celebrity. A singer. But the last time I tried singing I accidentally killed half a dozen of our captives. Normally nobody would care, but they were about to be used in a ritual, so Sharikh tried to slice my head off.

*Kharaxx flexes his shoulders*

Gave him a good smacking but the problem remains...

As the table flies out the hole in the wall, Bob uses his powerfist to claw his way towards some lockers.

Still speaking calmly, he responds. "Well, obviously your singing is on a whole different level. Have you tried singin' to them noisy marines? They look like they'd enjoy it."

After powerfisting his way to his locker, and pulling out his pack, Bob simply salutes the room. Holding his breath, he lets go, and is sucked into the void.

Tumbling towards the planet, he dons his shades. The twin suns reflect off them, and he smiles.

Is he gone? Really? Wonderful.

*The tau RIPS out of his human skin suit, now returned to his normal state*

FOOLS! THE EMPEROR"S DOG ON THIS SHIP WAS REALLY ME THE ENTIRE TIME!

*He waits for the shocked faces of those on board.*

(pulls out a 14.5mm KPV)

Well now, looks I have a mad dog to take down.

('More Dakka' ensues)

Somewhere deep in the Warp a creature stirrs.
" I sense something in the air! Can it be....love?"

WHOAH. That strange, ghastly looking human was actually you thepowerfulwill? Whooda thought? It's a shame Bob wasn't here to see this...
And Trondheim... *long pause* what?

He senses a form of lust.

Bloodlust! Kill!

The Groke senses the teasing scent of love! Gripping his hearth shaped precious he begings his journey!
Da Ork Killa will be the first to experience his gentle touche

*For some reason, Crazygit just stands there, drooling a bit until the damn Groke touches his arm, which immeidately froze the spot.*
G-AH, WOT THA ZOG!? Oh, ye jus' made me 'EFFIN' ANGRY, BLOB!
*He takes his burna out, and tries to spray the flames at Trond.*

ORKS! CHAOS! LOOKS LIKE WE GOT A FIGHT GOING DOWN!

No gak genius!

(goes all out with light machine guns akimbo)

NEVER ENOUGH DAKKA!!!

I'M A TAU! YOUR DAKKA IS WWWWEEEEEEAAAAAAKKKK

*Four riptides suddenly fly up outside the ship, each one devoted to one of the four chaos gods. They forced there way into the ship.*

COME AT US. BRO.

"Giant weapons, Where do I sign up?"

Riptides? Nothing against th might of the Iron Warrior Legion!

Trondheim estuginshes the flames of burning hate, with his cold and soothing touche of Groke love

*The tau begins to tear up a bit at the sight of this.*

Oh... Wow... -:'-)

*And regardless of how much he keeps throttling the handle and letting the flames out, it just keeps freezing and dumping down on the ground.*
... Roight, ye gettin' tha choppa!
*So he tosses the burna away, and grabs his large axe, slams it into the ground to start the electric bits again, and swings it.*

The Groke begins to breath heavily, and a aura of cold begins to form as it drifts towards the Ork, eyes burning with love

*Watches this panoply happen*

*The Ravener, confused by the concepts of "Dakka" and "Love", lies down and accepts his fate*
*Realizing that doesnt involve Noming anything, He gets up and Noms the strangle love creature*

*Releases a sigh of relief that the love - driven Groke went for the big mek crazygit instead*
*sighs again* Silly Ork. I hear plasma's a hot topic. *takes aim, this time confident*