Gitsplitta wrote:Gitsplitta wants YOU!

tipios wrote:Yey! I want to make a cybork grot!!!

wyomingfox wrote:Can't do my friend, can't do. I'm a bug through and through and the psynapse node in me shudders at even the thought.

Alfndrate wrote:Stop stealing my potential grots

Gitsplitta wrote:MY potential grot yooze weedy git!

Hey you kid, get offa my blog!




(and so it begins....)

Gitsplitta wrote:

wyomingfox wrote:Can't do my friend, can't do. I'm a bug through and through and the psynapse node in me shudders at even the thought.

Once a cock-a-roach... always a cock-a-roach, eh??

IceAngel wrote:After a slow deep intake of air Inushi ended his meditation. While his eyes were closed he ran through the ancient Mantis Warrior rites of awakening. He breathed through his nose assessing the various scents of marines and machine. He listened to the strange rumble of the vessel he was aboard and the sounds of his fellow astartes. The deep rasp of Pyrox, the cavernous inhales of Aquilum, and the near silent wisps of sound from Reven told him they still sat in the same positions. Slowly he opened his right eye. Then he opened his left. Without moving his head he examined his surroundings. The three marines nearest to him all appeared relaxed, deep in reverie, despite the upcoming mission.

Far to his left near the door to the bridge sat Hunzuu and Shar-drasha. Both sat straight up against the wall and wore their helms. They sat across from each other with their hands resting on their weapons. Unlike the other marines the two Ice Angels appeared like traps ready to spring.

With a prayer in his mind Inushi slowly began to stretch out his limbs. He worked his neck, arms, and then torso before stretching his legs and standing up. Throughout this process the other marines awoke and started their own awakening rituals, all except Aquilum. He continued his own deep trance. Inushi cracked a smile as he noticed that even in his meditative state Aquilum’s mouth was twitching as if he was about to speak.

Inushi stepped away from the other marines to an open cargo area next to the exit ramp. The area was large enough for several bikes to park next to each other, but not large enough for a rhino. In this space he drew his katana. He held the hilt of the weapon in his right while resting the blade in the palm of his left. Along the blunt edge were the names of its previous owners, Inushi read each one before stopping at the last name, Darius. He thought back to his mentor for a moment before returning to his inspection.

The blade edge was still razor sharp but marks marred the blades ridge. He thought back on the recent battles with the orks. He envisioned the movements of his blade and concentrated on the attacks or parries that resulted in damages.

The light steps of a marine ended his concentration. Inushi turned around to see Reven approaching. The red armored Blood Angel stopped a few steps away and looked at Inushi’s blade.

“That is a marvelous blade Inushi. “ Reven spoke as he adjusted his golden hair. ”It looks like it has a history.”

Inushi returned to his sword, “It does indeed. There are only a few blades with a history as long as this one left in my chapter.” His gaze returned to the last name on the sword. “Some day I will add my name to its edge and pass it to a new member of the chapter after they have passed their rites.” His words trailed off as the weight of these missions returned to him.

Reven smiled and placed a hand on Inushi’s shoulder. “I’m sure you will.”

Inushi looked into the deep blue eyes of Reven and for once realized how ancient the Blood Angel must have been. They weren’t the vibrant eyes of an initiate or the focused eyes of a trooper, they were the eyes of a commander. For a moment Inushi wanted to ask Reven a hundred questions, but the ork vessel momentarily shook before the engine noise died down.

An emotionless voice echoed in all of their voxes, “Suit up.”

Reven removed his hand and smiled as he reached down for his yellow helmet. Inushi watched the Blood Angel walk away and he realized how little he knew of the venerable marine. With a steel hiss Inushi sheathed his blade, locked it in place, and hooked his helmet on his head. He looked at the marines checking their gear and he vowed that he would learn more about them all. He may not have a lot of time left to do so.

inmygravenimage wrote:@ Wyomingfox - we need squigs. That's pretty close to bugs-big teeth, claws, vaguely slimy...

GiraffeX wrote:Whats a squig hound Gits?

tipios wrote:So make a grot in to a cybork, and paint hazzard stripes?

wyomingfox wrote:P.S.S. When you going to model up a MW wannabe Vulkan He’stan?

wyomingfox wrote:Anyways, when might you be available to visit my hive...er mean house in late October for a friendly game of Impla....umhmmm.... 40K.