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**2BlackJack1**

*Runs towards where ship crashed at and begins making the preparations for a nest*

**ZergSmasher**

OOC: Wow, 2 pages in one day? Glad I caught up when I did!
IC:
"Since the Terran Viking (and not the ship/robot kind from my universe) couldn't subdue the Zerg-like alien, I will have to take care of him myself."

*Activates shields and psionic blades and enters ship, checking all vents for signs of the xenomorph*

"Good thing Protoss don't have conventional breathing organs, otherwise I would probably have to smell its gak everywhere..."

**Selym**

Whaddaya mean I can't kill it?

*sets fire to a stick, and lobs it at the fuel supply of the ship*

**thenoobbomb**

Fear
Strikes in the heart when he is near
Just listen close and you might hear
The story of a man who conquered the entire frontier

With some jeep stuff by his side
Unlimited ammo at his will
Even outlaws could not hide
From Battlefield
Battlefield Bill

**2BlackJack1**

*crawls out of previously checked vent and jumps onto ZergSmasher*

**Selym**

Erm, I don't know if you lot've noticed, but that ship is on fire.

*flames and smoke in many places, and an ammo dump quietly explodes*

**2BlackJack1**

*hisses at flame and kicks off ZergSmasher and exits the ship*

**KaptinBadrukk**

*beams down with S. Wildman*

I'm sure you remember my mother.

*activates force fields*

**Selym**

Now what do we 'ave here?

*looks at Naomi*

Are you underage?

**KaptinBadrukk**

S. Wildman: she's my daughter. And she's 10.

OOC: I'm actually 16.

**thenoobbomb**

*barges into room on motor, singing song mentioned above*

With some jeep stuff by his siiiiide

**KaptinBadrukk**

Naomi: TNB! You scared me.

**2BlackJack1**

*pounces onto jeep and swipes at TNB*

**thenoobbomb**

I'm not on a jeep, I'm on a motor!

**2BlackJack1**

OOC:Sorry, song lyrics must have thrown me off. Today is not my day for reading comprehension. Methinks its my mind being focused elsewhere for the time being

**thenoobbomb**

*races ever onwards, unlimited ammo at his will*

**Selym**

KaptinBadrukk wrote:
S. Wildman: she's my daughter. And she's 10.

OOC: I'm actually 16.

Well, in that case...

*pulls out a rather large book, labeled "The Book Of Future Conquests" and makes a note in it*

*puts on some smart-looking eyeglasses*

By my reckoning, Sammy, may I call you Sammy? By my reckoning, your age must be... Well, 13 is the age of Norse consent, though 12 can be allowable after a battle, so your minimum age is 22, making you of age in every country on Earth circa the start of the Third Millennium CE. I'll use that era as our metric, as we are all, for some reason only Odin can fathom, speaking in English, as known at that time.

So. Sammy, what do you say? Over the table, or under it?

*removes glasses*

**thenoobbomb**

*drives past table and throws Jeep Stuff on it*

**KaptinBadrukk**

*beams back to ship*

**Selym**

Ah, hot lead. How appropriate...

*grinning*

**Selym**

KaptinBadrukk wrote:
*beams back to ship*

Oh, no, don't go...

Anyone else?

**thenoobbomb**

*blows up table since Jeep Stuff is C4*

**Selym**

Well, I've spotted a nice patch of dirt, if anyone wants to take me up on tha' offer...

*looking around for someone to conquer*

**thenoobbomb**

*races over patch of dirt, flinging mud through the air with bike*

**Selym**

Offer's still open. I don't even need a location.

**Verviedi**

*Dragging corpse of Inquisitor behind me*

Where did you say that dirt patch was?

**zombiekila707**

*Walks up*

Are we killing one another now? I thought we were a Ka-tet!

*Pulls out .44s*

I shall not go down easily!

**Co'tor Shas**

*sighs*

*Walks over and hands zombie two pulse pistols, and buch of power packs, and a solar charger*

There we go, those other guns won't do jack against most armour. And these are much more powerful.

**zombiekila707**

Co'tor Shas wrote:
*sighs*

*Walks over and hands zombie two pulse pistols, and buch of power packs, and a solar charger*

There we go, those other guns won't do jack against most armour. And these are much more powerful.

*Takes guns but does not get rid of .44s*

These pistols are far beyond your plastic guns! They were forged from the legendary blade of Excalibur! Passed down by my father and his father and his father! These pistols have slain the legendary Beam guardian Shardik! Were present on the final days of Gilead! To discredit these weapons is a insult to my honor!

Also they have slain many robots so expect they will pierce most armor with ease!

**Co'tor Shas**

A powder fired peice of lead, at that strength, can't hope to penetrate the plating of combat amour. And you'll have no hope at all with fio'tak armoured battlesuits..