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*hears the sound arms snapping and walks towards the bar*

Anyone left for me, or did you break 'em all already?

*Mel reaches a metallic pod that has a flashing red emergency light, but the pod has been stripped of all tools and signs of its inhabitant*

*Leo gestures to other end of bar with plenty of people*

Leo: I only broke 4 arms... Nobody else was stupid enough to try.

*Horus catches up with Mel*
Horus: What do we have here?...

*Knight stays by Maria's side*

OOC Holy gak this game is amazing.

*begins to examine the pod and trys disassembling it*
Stay back in case it blows....

*Horus gently moves Mel aside*
Horus: You're not the only mechanic, and if it blows it's far less likely to kill me.
*Begins examining the pod*

*Lights a cigarette, and smokes silently.*

Hmmm..

*Takes a big swig from mug*

OOC The Tyrant got absolutely wrecked by the orks. Nothing I could do to save it :(

*does not move from the pod*
My hands are slightly better suited for this my friend. Just keep an eye out for me please. I still don't like this area....
*begins disassembling the pod*

OOC: Noooo! I am sad...

*Horus looks ready to argue but eventually nods and keeps a Hawk's eye out*

OOC: Kill every last ork now Vanden. Avenge the plasma.

BIC: If any of you drunks want something to do that isn't be beat up by a lady, then talk to me.

*lights in the pod suddenly turn off and a spray of liquids shoots into its interior*
[Female robotic voice: "Decontamination process starting."]

OOC I got a Battlecruiser Overlord now though :O
More guns=more dakka=more jealous orks.

I got my revenge deal right here.

OOC: Shoot 'em dead Vanden. And out of curiosity, can one rename ships in that game, if they have names at all excluding the ship's class?

OOC Yes. They can be renamed. I almost feel like renaming them after youse.

OOC: Lighter frigates are better vs orks, because orks ships are sorta slow... In other words play like a white scar! Strike then fade then strike again!

OOC:
Name the unlucky one after me

BIC:
*continues carefully examining the pod*

Ooc: BFG? I have that but haven't had time to start it yet.
Also, we done with scar removal surgery stuff?
I'm not saying you guys can't do that, but I'll duck out during.

OOC I ain't a coward! I fight them head on!
And yes, the scar removal thing ended.

Sure WK! You get the Cruiser Tyrant then. It's been destroyed 3 times already. I've had to fix it quite a few times >.>

OOC: And now I picture a fleet of BoatyMcBoatfaces (ShippyMcShipFaces?) in the game. Sadly I doubt I am the first person to think of that. But I think it'd be funny for a fleet of Dakkanites to be giving some orks the business.

And BC, Maria is sleeping it off now. V went offline (AFAIK) so you're good, because we just sped through it.

*Horus casts a glance at the pod then goes back to keeping watch*

OOC:
Woo! I get the blown up one!

BIC:
*is now sweating slightly*
*carefully checking for traps*

*sits down on a stool and pays for a drink*

*pod stops spraying the liquids as quickly as it started*
"Pod Decontamination: Complete."

*sound of a gun being cocked comes from behind Horus*

OOC Don't worry WK, I fixed you up.

Tbh, the Tyrant was MVP in the last match. Rammed it through 3 different Chaos escort ships.

Edit: WK is in the Plot-mobile, Buttery is in the Butter Labyrinth, Jack is in the Fourth Wall, and the rest I'm trying to think of.

*stiffens at the sound of the gun cocking*
Of all the days to leave my pistol at home....
*glances at missile launcher*

*Horus sighs and turns around slowly*
Horus: Who are you and what do you want?

ooc: No worries. Some of the posters here don't like dickings, I don't like scar removal fantasies. We all got our thing.
(I haven't been able to go out in public with a shirt that didn't cover my stomach and back, in 15 years. Can't go swimming cause I scare kids)

BIC: [A vox arrives from Yarrick]

++ Things are going better. We took the city, but there are resistance groups everywhere. We're trying to avoid civillians casualties, but orders are to wipe out any hives and farms that do not recognise us.
I'm not happy. ++

OOC: I'm just going to assume that it's one more thing from your incredible life and not say anything further.
BiC:

*OT wakes up and sends a vox back*

Just hang in there. Other than that how are you folks doing?

OOC: I love it Vanden. And it's all good BC, no one ever intends to put anyone else off from enjoying the thread.

BIC: *aiming a magnum at Horus' head*

I want to know what you are doing with my pod, creature. And tell the marine that if she reaches for that missile launcher, I will fire.

*Supernatural hearing, hears the sound of the hammer on a gun being pulled back.*

*Gets up and goes outside*

OOC Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy another Spartan!

On another note, what do you guys want to specialize in? Favours I mean,
There's Adeptes Astartes, which makes boarding easier.
Imperial Navy, which makes your ships immune to insubordination
Adeptes Mechanicus, which gives one extra skill and one extra upgrade
And the Inquisition, which identifies a enemy ship and gives one more crew point.

They don't matter that much, just choose the one that you lads want.