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Ooc agh, so basically to human a ork shoota is over recoiled, jams and pretty low grade. To a ork it shoots fine etc..

Bic

Oh, sounds like a ork beer drinking space to watch blood bowl and build guns.... Ok that's orks, its all they do...

*Last Ork ship flees with the Guardsman as a captive on it, defying the Martian Fleet*

OOC: Exactly!

*Goes down to secret room. A journey taking several hours*

Hmmm... they've trashed it pretty well. I'm going to be busy here to a few days... Or I could finally use that map that Taldeer lent me.

*Wakes up and sees Yarrick*

Huh...

*Gets up and goes to kitchen*

*Pours a cup of water and grabs a bottle of pills*

*Downs several pills and washes them down with water*

*Walks back to Yarrick and pats him on the head*

Mish ou shweetey...

*Falls back onto the bed and sleeps*

..! [Sits up] [Gently shakes Amelia by the shoulders] Amelia... Wake up. What did you take?

[Lens out of door] Medic! She's doping herself out of her head, here!

*Out cold*

*looks at Vanden and sighs heavily*
She's a complete and utter train wreck.

This is my fault.. Just help her, please. [Lowers Amelia back down to the bed]
That can't be a safe amount she just took.

*Snoring quietly*

*Turns over and holds a pillow*

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
This is my fault.. Just help her, please. [Lowers Amelia back down to the bed]
That can't be a safe amount she just took.

There's very little I can do. I can try to make her puke up the pills she took, but that won't fix any of her underlying issues. This is your fault Commissar. Deal with it.

I'm an engineer. I could take a look at her. Would that be alright with you?
*Looks at Yarrick expectantly*

...I'm not asking you to mend her, I'm asking you to stop her from killing her organs with sleeping drugs. [Distressed]
[Reaches out and takes her hand] I didn't do all of this. But I didn't help either.

*sighs and injects Vanden with a drug that will make her puke*
You might want to back up. This will empty her stomach rather quickly.

*Elegantly pivots out of the way*
She's guilting herself to death, it seems. Making her quit cold turkey would likely harm her quite a bit.

*Wakes up and looks around*

*Sees everybody*

Well this is a bit-*Hack* excuse me for a minute.

*Runs off to toilet and retches*

*Running water is heard*

*Amelia emerges a few minutes later*

Sorry, that usually never-*Sees Yarrick* *Points at Yarrick* He isn't a hallucination is he?

...I'd like think you'd have better taste than to hallucinate me in this condition. [Dusty and battered from jeep ride]

I err... I owe you a lot of apologies. [Winces]

*Stares in horror*

EVERYBODY GET OUT!

*Pushes WK and Verviedi out of room*

Wha-Ho-Wh-...

*Falls back on bed*

*is a bit too heavy to push*
*gives Vaden a mild sedative to calm her down*
*sighs heavily again*
I don't get paid enough for this gak.
*walks out of the room*

[Looks perplexed] I did not expect owl noises, I'll grant you that.

[Sits on edge of bed] I shouldn't have left you, I'm sorry. I was so desperate to go and find something important for you, that I- [Holds head] I didn't realise how of an idiotic thing that was to do.

Ooc: Zzzz.. Feel free to carry on in my stead.

OOC I'll be away for a bit, so methinks we should finish this when you wake up

Bic *Sits on bed*

You...You can say that again...

*Hears Amelia shouting from all the way down in the basement*

Hoo boy. I think I'll go bake some pretzels

*Goes in to kitchen*

*Begins dusting off a few old lab machines*
These are my medical synthiesizers. How on earth did you get by without my compounds while I was gone?
*Queues up some sterilization nanites and addictol*

*Pops head out of kitchen*

Magic. Lots of magic

 Verviedi wrote:
*Begins dusting off a few old lab machines*
These are my medical synthiesizers. How on earth did you get by without my compounds while I was gone?
*Queues up some sterilization nanites and addictol*

Dumb luck and faith in the Emperor?

Actually, you, Kimmy, and Jack are probably the reason. You all seems relatively competent in medicine.
*Shaking a silver vial of unprogrammed nanites*
Addictol coming up.

*A loud sound is heard and a small black tear appears in the middle of the room next to WK*

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
*A loud sound is heard and a small black tear appears in the middle of the room next to WK*

*glances at the tear and frowns*
*throws a krak grenade through the tear which closes it*

*Tear does not close*

*Loud, booming laughter is heard from the tear*

*sighs heavily*
*pulls out flamer and shoots a jet of fire into the tear*
I'm too old for this gak.

*Exits tear ontop of a undead horse*

We meet again Ultramarine Sergeant Veck.