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All this, and I am part of a reborn saint ...

Yet NO one ever locations to me....
*sits down to watch Necrons clean up rest of nids*

So, OK... *helps patch up vardens wound*
What 3 times in 2 days?
You have no luck.

Im starting to think you are correct Marla...But i guess im lucky to know Yarrick...

 jhe90 wrote:
All this, and I am part of a reborn saint ...

Yet NO one ever locations to me....
*sits down to watch Necrons clean up rest of nids*

So, OK... *helps patch up vardens wound*
What 3 times in 2 days?
You have no luck.

[rubs the arm that was nearly melted off by bio acid earlier]
[to himself]
Good thing she didn't see that....

"Necrons...seriously?... well this can only go well..."

Hhm...

*Grabs BC's hand and squeezes*

*Falls unconsious due to blood loss*

*Continues to hold on*

OOC G night guys, its almost 10 o'clock in the morning for me, so im definately out for the night(morning) see you guys in 22 hours on the dot

*looks exhausted from multiple complicated medical procedures and operations*

Done. Now this time rest, let it heal
That's a fething order. Got it Spartan. Yarrick, if she does not rest, im holding you responsible as well.
*medical transport ready to take them back to room*

*walks off and catch's lift back to tank and tosses wk a key*
For the tank, thought you probably should have one. *smiles in a exhausted way*

*drives off catching a lift on passing chimera*

[Using illusionary power to numb Vanden's sense of pain]

[Catches WK's eye and raises eyebrow] Hiding things?

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Catches WK's eye and raises eyebrow] Hiding things?

[looks embarrassed]
Well, Marla told me to stop getting hurt, and then the Tyranids attacked. Well, during the fight some bio acid nearly melted my arm off, but I was saved by that Angry Chapter Master, who used his cigar to heal the wound. I didn't want Marla to know that I'd nearly died again.

Hm. [Looks down at Vanden] I think hiding things to keep folk from worrying is sometimes okay at the time. You should tell her when it's a less pressured situation.

[Adjusts hat and some small confetti falls out]

[takes off helmet and scratches his head]
Yeah, but not right now. She's got enough to worry about as is

[Blows confetti away] Stag party last night.
...There was a bounce house and a piñata.

And ork strippers. We paid them to put more clothes back on.

[Looks down at Vanden] I think she had the better time of it in a medically induced coma.

[glances at BC]
You know you'll have to face how you feel about her at some point right? She's nearly died twice. How long are you going to wait before you admit you care?
[sighs]
Benny's right. Life is too short to hesitate, especially for warriors of the Imperium.

You think I'm frightened..

I have absolutely nothing to offer her but divided-attention and eventual disappointment when I die in a shell crater.
She'll become an assassination target for anyone who hates what I stand for... I already fear when I see her fighting, I don't know if I can cope with the idea of my political position putting her in danger.

The kindest thing is to deny until she gets frustrated with me and leaves. Then at least it's on her terms.

I do think you are frightened Commissar. Fear is not an excuse for you to deny yourself a little happiness, no matter how fleeting it is. And she probably has the same worries as you, she is a warrior just like you and me. Her life is just as likely to end in a shell crater as mine is. Or yours. And by the looks of things she has no intention of giving up.

OOC: Serious conversation is serious

So having been out of it all day I've got no idea what's going on. So. I'll give out a quest. I've got a missing shipment of Xbox controllers. I need it found. Whoever brings it to me get 500 XP and 60 Silver Coins

I've got to go. There's a shipment of flak armor that needs to be picked up.
[Guardsmen gets into a Chimera and drives away]
[Drop Pod crashes through the ceiling and lands next to BC]

[Sighs] I have the emotional range and experience of roughly forty eight hours.
If I met an ork right now, I wouldn't know whether to kill it or take it back to my bunk...

 War Kitten wrote:
I've got to go. There's a shipment of flak armor that needs to be picked up.
[Guardsmen gets into a Chimera and drives away]
[Drop Pod crashes through the ceiling and lands next to BC]

You'd better be paying for that...

[glances at Thrakka]
Oh shut up you. The Chapter still hasn't forgiven you for getting brother Vorlan captured. You're on thin ice as is, test us further and you'll be turned into a drumstick

Look, I'm not sorry at all- I mean, I'm sorry for drugging you against your will. I'm not familiar with which people want to be treated and which don't.
*Lying on the ground on my back with a bloody nose*

[Gently eases hand out from Vanden's, but makes sure she still has the red sash]

[Smiles] That's why we have this concept of consent, Verviedi.
[Gently picks Verviedi off the floor and lays him on a stretcher bed] ...You still haven't been eating, have you. [Carefully pulls back an eyelid with a thumb] ...or drinking.

[Fits a basic hydration drip and hands Verviedi a vanilla shake] You're staying there until both of those are finished, or I'm going to-

You know what, I don't care. [Throws up hands and stomps back to barracks]

 War Kitten wrote:
[glances at Thrakka]
Oh shut up you. The Chapter still hasn't forgiven you for getting brother Vorlan captured. You're on thin ice as is, test us further and you'll be turned into a drumstick

*Surprised*
Oh really? You do realize I have GODS in my employ? I can shift my size at will, and I am the owner of firepower that could blow your petty chapter to smithereens

I feel somewhat guilty now.
*Weakly inserts the drip and drinks from the vanilla shake*
That issue with "not knowing when I'm about to die horribly from dehydration" needs to go. Whenever I try something to fix it, my body just gradually reverts back to "factory" condition.

 Overlord Thraka wrote:

 War Kitten wrote:
[glances at Thrakka]
Oh shut up you. The Chapter still hasn't forgiven you for getting brother Vorlan captured. You're on thin ice as is, test us further and you'll be turned into a drumstick

*Surprised*
Oh really? You do realize I have GODS in my employ? I can shift my size at will, and I am the owner of firepower that could blow your petty chapter to smithereens

You have Gods that can be beaten up by Tyranids. I have no cause to fear you. And no matter how big you are, a bolter will still hurt you very easily, especially with hellfire rounds. By the Emperor your arrogance is astounding.

*Burrows out of ground, knocking WK's drop pod over*

"Sorry, was that yours?"

*Turns to Thraka*

"We of the Zerg Swarm do not fear your 'gods' either, bird brain!"

*emits a static noise as laughter*

Your youngling empire has not seen the horrors of true gods. My kind has seen them captured, and shattered. We witnessed the death of gods, their utter destruction. You, avian, do not know such power.

"Strides out from behind BC, eying the Necrons warily*

*There's a warp storm raging at the moment so I can't go home. Look like I'm stuck with you"

*wakes up and yawns half asleep*

Post, they found you all, somehow. Even the Spartan, space marines, and a odd metal thungfor necron.
*in pile is a large fur bound stone tablet from feneris fir v with several troll skin documents enclised*

Large crate, yarrick they sent you a new storm bolter I think.

*sits reading medics journal amongst her own post drinking tea**

Ooc war kittens guardsmen never noticed marla gave him a key for repressor lol

[Returns from barracks looking better rested] Ah, mail? Thank you Sister.
[Pulls lid off crate and looks in] [Rapidly pushes lid back down]
I'll open this in my office, I think. There is at least a storm bolter in there, yes.