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*Marla keeps tending to quetz finishing up his healing dozens of injuries*

*pats his giant head*
Sleep well quetz.

*Medical staff treat OTs wounds and prescribe him pain killers and rest*
*scattys sister is sleeping having been bandaged and given pain killers too*

*Marla sees verdai wandering*
You ok v. You need medical attention too?
*hears* yeah, you drugged her and fethed with her brain. May not be friendly.

I can fix that. Don't worry, I can erase the memory of me tranquilizing her.
Anyway. I need to get work on a god-killer weapon. The problem is... power. A von Neumann laser is our best shot, and as you know, that's forbidden tech. A billion years taken off a star's life per shot is very impractical, if effective.

*marla*

Stars, yeah risking billions of lives per shot is not a option...
You forgot the fact is missing calibrated they can risk super Nova....

There not a option.
There's the black hole cannons... daot weaponry, or the super heavy crono anailiators
But we know of exactly zero surviving models, plans or fragments.

Only a description of both.

And no one's risking a full boot on the Stc. One mistake we fry the thing.
Such weapons will take centuries of decoding.

Don,t even, the Stc is not here. So before you try....

You feth with my brain and I will rip out your spine and hang you by your balls with it.

*Slams door and flops onto bed*

Damn...I'm a bitch sometimes...

*Puts up more mental wards and takes off bodysuit*

*Covers self and starts trying to fall asleep*

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*Jordan falls asleep*

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*Joalia's wounds finally stop bleeding about 6m in the ground*

*Fast asleep*

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*Boromir is at Maria's mercy*

OOC Zzz...

*maria upset by the deaths but curled up to boromir and enjoying breakfast*
*Looks confused on how to react, happy and sad, silently snuggled with knight*

Ooc boromir is safe, maria got her fun.

No. Not even me. I will not mess with time, especially not chrono-weaponry.

*Marla*

Well you have let's see... black hole cannon.
Buy that's starting from scratch and needs dark matter to function.

Rob a necron god killer from some ago or a Blackstone fortress but that requires robbing Abaddon....

Umm not many choices

*Hears the words "robbing Abaddon"*
Hmm... Theoretically... where would I find a Blackstone Fortress, if I were looking for one?

*marla*

Its a bad idea... So very bad.
They where stolen in the gothic war by chaos, they took them into the eye of terror.

There likely at a large chaos fleet anchorage or dark mek forgeworld, probbly most dangerous place in existence. One was seen operating several times alongside vengeful spirit... The black legions second.most powerful warship after the planet killer.

Basicaly, your looking at steeling one under the guns of a gloriana class battleship.

Right. Let's do this.
*Begins typing on a dataslate*
I can disguise myself as a Chaos Spawn, by sitting inside a shoggoth... I just need advanced magical skills to set up the shield and bond. Then, I'll warp over to the eye of terror...

*marla*

Well I'm not magic. I'm tech so you got wrong woman verdai...
Just... Don,t bring half the black legion here...

*sighs*
Your probbly going to....

Got a form-fitting, flexible shield generator? I can get away with that, too. Hmm... I'll also need a electromagnetic tug and a starship-class hologram projector.

*marla* better than that...

I have a expermental suit...

*pusheses a suit of thero ceramic armour with in built sheilds painted in bright pink and lime stripes with nenon yellow dots and several unicorns pained on it*

Oh... Benny helped me paint it... But got a high level sheild system..

Rest. Your going ro have to find yourself.
There's a few fab drones about in one of the workshops.

That looks right, yes. I'll go as a devotee of Slaanesh, to excuse the suit.
So I need to warp in, get aboard, kill everything without anyone noticing, attach the fortress to my ship, and warp out. Got it.

*I snap awake and see all of the Anpu and Dragon corpses*
Why do I always miss all the fun stuff?

OOC:
I'll second a sentiment from a few pages ago and say that OT's Aussie accent is amusing.

Ooc then if o got on.

Id be rather British lol

*
Bic
*marla* sounds so insane orks would not try it. Good luck with that.

*dump trucks rumble by with tons of dragon bone*
There's gotta be someone who wants dragon bone....

*ferasian hall selling buy one, get one free dragon steaks*

OOC: I'd better not talk on Skype, I speak very monotone the majority of the time

OOC

if you wanna try and add me on skype.
alexus6570

OOC: I'll call you when we're next able to play DoW or something, but I'll add you now so I don't forget.

*gets up with a groan*
*looks around and sighs when he sees the hole*
I'll have to get something acid proof, if that exists. But for now I'll just get us something to eat.
*heads towards the kitchen*


*Shaper follows after the corpse disposal while grumbling about a waste of good food*
*Wade goes into his room and collapses*

OOC: Thanks for getting Santy outta there Vanden, I didn't mean to fall asleep.

*marla over hears*

umm oh acid proof metals?
try qaud hardenened admantium. normaly used to armour warships outer hulls. should do the job.

*sees dog morpth*
poor you, replacement limbs are not hard to make.
just ask iff you want help.

*nods thanks*
I'll have to get some of those plates then. And I promised her I would make the prosthetics myself, but I could use help with getting the scale right, her current prosthetic tail is a nightmare for her to work with.

*walks past Maria grumbling about missing all the good fights*

*marla*
sure, i can help get scale and fitting right,
Prostetics are simple, i have several augments, but getting them to fit and feel right as a real skill.

*flicks sunth skin for a second showing lower leg and knee metal, and her entire arm to shoulder*

youd never tell. when they fit right.

*to Tona*
least your alive, you wanna fight a real dragon....

I was friggin' passed out through the whole thing, I didn't even get a chance!

I appreciate the help. I'll get something for her to eat, and then I'm ready to get to work on the prosthetic, assuming you aren't busy. I'd imagine there is a lot of logistics behind the evacuation and returning the refugees.

OOC: I just got an idea for something a little mischievous. It isn't earth shattering in the slightest, just a little fun, to see how long it lasts. Figured I'd give a very vague and unhelpful warning.

*marla*
Sure, il be getting the workshop sorted out.

oh, sarah is overseeing that side of things, Princess Marias PA, its pretty easy, we just reverse everything...

*walks off to her workshop to get the tools and meterals ready *

*nods and goes into the freezer to grab a large steak*
*fries it on a pan to defrost it quickly*

*several knocks and bumps come from a spare bedroom*

OOC So, I'ma throw in my 5 cents and go back to sleep. Woke up from the same fething reoccurring nightmare since I was 7 >.>
One. OT's accent is not amusing. It is ear cancer.
Two. Ayyyy Lmao GL V.
Three. Skype is...LawdAnSaviour...With a pic of Vladmir Putin. I by no means am a communist, I just did it as a inside joke with my mates, and I forgot to change it. I'll have to change it tonight or tomorrow...
Four. I'ma pass out now.

OOC: I'm sorry to hear about the nightmare Vanden. And I'm glad you're not a commie, a few of us would have to have a few words with you in private if that were the case. And goodnight Vanden.