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*Hisses and continues struggling*

*Calls out and several dozen xenomorphs run out of the darkness and barrel over Horus and OT*

*Dogomorph escapes in the confusion*

*Chimera zooms into the area, weapons spitting fury into the xenomorphs*

*Gets up*

Crap! GET THAT XENOMORPH!!!

OOC: I'll be back in 2 hours. Feel free to NPC until then

*Continues running*

*Xenomorphs jump onto the chimera and spit acid onto its tracks*

*lasgun arrays blast all the xenomorphs off the Chimera and drive them back*

*Dogomorph scuttles into vent and escapes*

*Xenomorphs begin to fall back into the vents*

Well what was all that about!?

*Last of the xenomorphs escape into vents, leaving only dead xenomorphs behind*

*starts moving the xenomorph corpses into body bags*

After mercing with some Yautja, I managed to come up with these, which hold out against their acid blood rather well.

*Wakes up with a half dissovling xenomorph corpse melting armour*

*Pushes it off and strips out of armour*

Owowowowowowowow...

*Checks to see if Yarrick is ok*

*Nods and picks him up*

*Leaves armour to melt*

*looks away from the stripping Vanden*
*begins muttering the same phrase under his breath repeatedly*

I'm wearing clothes underneath my armour, don't worry. I'm not that daft...

*Plops Yarrick inside Chimera and covers him with a blanket*

*Exits and looks over melted armour*

Well feth...

*still keeping his eyes averted*
The last time I even looked at you without armor on I was in a coma for two days. Not to say it wasn't a nice view, but I don't feel like having my brain get par-boiled for looking at you

I fixed that, remember. You now have the ability to look at other women naked. Not that I'd recommend, Marla would probably castrate you.

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
I fixed that, remember. You now have the ability to look at other women naked. Not that I'd recommend, Marla would probably castrate you.

Still not risking it. Marla seems to have a 6th sense when it comes to other women being with 5 square miles of me

She's fine with you being around me because she trusts me and you. Although I don't really mind people looking, it's staring that spooks me. And most of the time, people caught looking at me usually die because Yarrick doesn't really like that.

*Picks up fallen pistol*

At least this ain't melted.

And that's the other reason why I'm not looking. Your boyfriend can execute me for no reason if he so wishes

He wouldn't. I wouldn't let him. You are my non-sister sister's husband after all. Plus, as I said, I'm wearing my bodysuit, so you're not seeing anything you shouldn't be.

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
He wouldn't. I wouldn't let him. You are my non-sister sister's husband after all. Plus, as I said, I'm wearing my bodysuit, so you're not seeing anything you shouldn't be.

Amelia. This is Yarrick we're talking about. The Hero of Armageddon. The man who stared down the greatest Ork Warlord in the known galaxy. If he wanted to shoot me, nothing short of an act of God is stopping him.

Plus the bodysuit is VERY form-fitting

I don't think he'd shoot you if I was standing in his way. Don't worry about it, you're not looking anyway, so you don't have anything to worry about.

*Looks down*

Ha, it is pretty fitting isn't it...Maybe I should wear casual more often...

It would probably result in the boys running into walls less if you wore less form-fitting clothing

Heh...Probably...Oh well, can't change now, so I'll have to wait till we get back.

*whistles and a tech-priest runs up and starts repairing the tracks on the Chimera*

*Stands next WK*

By the way, whats up with Marla and eggs? She keeps referring to Yarrick as 'good egg'...

*shrugs*
I don't know. She did keep talking about bloodlines and stuff like that.
*pauses*
I really hope she's not talking about kids. I'm REALLY not ready to be a dad like Benny is. Way too much stress.

I think you'd make a good dad. You're kindof caring, at times. And you have a good heart.

*Puts arm around WK's shoulders*

Just stay open, You never know when you might feel ready...

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
I think you'd make a good dad. You're kindof caring, at times. And you have a good heart.

*Puts arm around WK's shoulders*

Just stay open, You could always change your mind...

I'm not going to raise a kid with the knowledge that I could die at any time. I'm a Guardsman, we are all expendable. I mean feth! Our rifles are considered to be worth more to the Imperium than the man who wields it. Do you really think I should bring a child into that kind of world? No. Better that my line dies with me.

Your doing just fine as it is. Plus you already have us, we'll always be with you. Remember that. I won't let anything happen to you.

*Wakes up a kilometer down the tunnel*

*Yawns*

*Looks around and sees nobody*

WHAT THE FETH I'VE BEEN DITCHED!

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
Your doing just fine as it is. Plus you already have us, we'll always be with you. Remember that. I won't let anything happen to you.

What are you going to watch over me 24/7 to make sure that I don't get shot or stabbed? No. I refuse to do that. If you keep insisting on trying to watch me then I'll just leave. Better for everyone that way, since the Dark Eldar still seem to have an unhealthy obsession with me.