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*Leans back and looks proud with self*

Mines bigger, hun.

*Smiles to self and places the rifle back down*

OOC Depending on the Mk of the helmet. EOD's barely have a visor, while EVA is purely a visor.







And my personal favourite...

*marla laughs*

bigger... dpened son what ya counting!

and we have the experimental MK2 Vtech plasma rifles coming up so watch this space!
still technically prototypes

Let me come. If push comes to shove, I can use my Invocation. I can take a Marine.

Okay V. I'll leave Horus behind as a just in case. You'll have to keep me safe though, I doubt I'll be able to hold a portal open while getting shot at. And believe me, it's a helluva lot easier to keep a portal open rather than just open a new one. And it's Daemon sorcery, so don't even think that Kimmy can do it. It's too dangerous, even for her.

*Grins at Marla*

Yes yes, we all know you are packing the biggest everything out of all of us...

*Leans over and whispers to Maria*

You may beat me up here, but I beat you from behind.

*Smiles and leans back*

*marla laughs *
*whispers back* yeah, but most of the time they are too distracted... *smiles*

*normal*
Id give you the vtrch armoury but Mars prototypes are only known owners and lead direct back to us.
Sorry... We need gear that we can not be traced on back.

We gotta be careful on being traced by inquisition...

That's fine. I won't be doing much fighting anyway.

*Yawns*

I need more sleep before tomorrow/today...See you guys in a few hours...

*Goes back to room to sleep*

OOC Night guys.

Oi, quit it with the fat deposit measuring contest.
Get me a ton of mixed metal and I'll make your armor something special.

*Marla*
workshop.. fully stocked.

you can upgrade one of the suits i built in my workshop.

Upgraded from stock , there still prototypes and may have odd bug.

*Opens door and pokes head out*

Just don't touch my set. It's special to me.

*Re-enters and actually goes to sleep*

OOC Finished the quest I was on. Now I sleep.

I just want to try something. Ever since the Machine-God was born... I've felt something different. I've felt the molecules sing.
*Steps into the workshop*
*Steps right up to Vanden's armor and begins transmuting the titanium into adamantium*
*Blast of raw heat from the transmutation*
*Runs out of the workshop with my coat on fire*
Bad idea. Bad bad BAD idea.

*molten metal dribbling out of workshop*

*marla*
VERDAI. did you melt the entire workshop!

*dumps a bucket of liquid pancake mix to put our fire leaving him covered in half cooked pancake from heat*

*steps out of the gym and looks around*

So, have we decided on what the plan is?

*Levitating Vanden's now rather scorched armor out of the workshop*
Should work, not fused...
*Several more suits of armor join it*

*marla*

leave the black one not with the main set. that one is a special project...

*More molten metal bubbling out from the workshop*
I am never trying that again.
I was attempting to transmute metal. Apparently the metal did not like that. I believe it got up to 500° C in there. Only thing that saved me was my shielding.
...Nicholas, I may need some help.

I don't know exactly what you're doing, and I don't want to know. Just... don't touch my armor.

*marla*

and what happened to the black suit with the artificer helmet forged into a dragons head and half finished chest plate?

*tapping foot*

It's currently embedded in the ceiling.
*Points*
No, I don't know how it got there.

*looks in bad mood*

if that suit is wrecked...
i spent ages hand crafting the artificer details for that one...

well get it out the ceeling. you embedded it there...

*Raises hand and levitates it down, undamaged*
Er- I'm sorry.

*takes suit to another workshop*

*marla*
my worskhop is full of molten metal... what am i ment to think...

sorry, im in a bad mood, il go chill...
*goes off to sit down and relax abit...

*Wakes up*

*Rises to feet and slowly removes bandages from eyes*

Moment of truth..

*Opens eyes and let's them adjust. Puts rose away*

*follows after Maria*

I apologize for interrupting your rest, but has a plan been reached? I look forward to being in the field. And seeing another Spartan in action.

*wakes up and cracks her neck audibly*
Remind me to grab a pillow next time

[Wakes up on sofa] ... [Looks confused]
[Walks past yelling and chaos, back to Amelia's room] [Enters silently and gets properly dressed] [Slips out again]

Verviedi, you make blanks, yes? I remember that much, because Benny had that weird issue with one finding him attractive.
You're going to need to copy me. Well, Sebastian really.
The longer we can pass as not having caught onto the plan, the better. We can exchange the two.

[Re-enters Amelia's room and lays down beside her carefully] [Puts arm around her waist, avoiding touching anywhere personal]

*marla*

Wr can only take 4 in the infiltration team alongside Amelia we need there.
Scatty for infriltration
Sam for finding yarrick
We need a slot for yarrick and one security
Horus won that slot. He,s basicly a god level being. We might be facing space marines and your not briefed or experienced in killing one, and he,s more powerful.

Your on the reserve strike force. Basicaly your the rescue team if gak hits the fan. Which is likely...

That's current plan. Sorry mission first before pride or friendship.
The security guy is thousands of years old and deadlifts 50tons.

To WK: I will try and remember for you..

*A wave of unease hits me, I then look towards the forest.*

Keep your gun ready...

*Walks into the room*

*turns to ZK*
Is something wrong?
*grabs lasgun*

[Looks over on way across room] Oh, I'm not going.
It would be suicide to take me back there.

*marla* oh... One less for Amelia to bring to the location.

*hands b2j a briefing document*
We will work you out a role. Now. That's basically a quick breif on known threats, mission and the inquisition...

Read that one and learn quickly. Sorry, its rushed...

Basically, think covenant. That's a low level threat.