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**War Kitten**

*watches Marla walk off*
*hangs his head in shame*
I've managed to mess up one of the only good things I have left....

**Sgt. Vanden**

OOC Join as my acolyte BC, and I will be your mentor.

**jhe90**

*Marla leaves the hatch ajar for wk* *from hatch with red eyes*
Come on you..just come on. Look its obvious ain't it? Feth I married you... Come on . Just. need you ok.. I'm just... Confused. . Angry... Sad... Just help...

*leaves hatch ajar*

**Sgt. Vanden**

OOC I'll be away for a bit. I'm on a Narnia marathon, and I'm on the last one.

**War Kitten**

*limps over to the Repressor*

**Overlord Thraka**

OOC: Made it here safely. This is probably my one post for tonight

BiC:
*OT limps over onto sofa. Ra and Horus help Huitz over to a armchair*

OT: Supernatural, Fullmetal or Shippuden

Huitz: Eh... you pick

OT: FMA:B it is.

*Flips on TV*

**War Kitten**

*is dragged into the Repressor instantly*

**theplahunter**

OOC: And I am back after a bit of a hiatus!

BIC

*slowly walked around the room, rolling his neck as it popped*

Feth, still feeling sore...

**War Kitten**

*limps back out of the Repressor and walks up to Hunter*
*salutes him with bionic arm whilst leaning heavily on bionic leg*
Reporting for duty sir.

**theplahunter**

Ah, WK. I like the new arm and leg--

*ahem*

Ah, at ease Guardsman.

**War Kitten**

*clenches the rather crude bionic*
Guard standard issue sir. Best that the Doc can give me.
*sighs*
Marla keeps insisting on giving me a vat-grown limb, but I don't want her to do that. I'm a Guardsman, limb loss is all too common for us.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Wakes up*

*Smiles and holds Yarricks hand*

*Goes to whisper something in Yarricks ear then pulls back*

When you wake up...

*Releases his hand and leaves the medical tent*

*Waves at WK and Hunter then walks up to them*

Its good to see you both on your feet.

*Pokes WK in the ribs*

You need to stop insisting that you ain't worth it. You mean a lot to us all.

**theplahunter**

Well, soldier, if it is vat-grown and is not directly funded by the munitorum, I give you permission to get one--

*glanced over at Vanden*

Oh, hey Vanden.

**War Kitten**

theplahunter wrote:
Well, soldier, if it is vat-grown and is not directly funded by the munitorum, I give you permission to get one--

*glanced over at Vanden*

Oh, hey Vanden.

I just wonder if it'll be a waste of time sir. Given how often I seem to get limbs shot off.....

**theplahunter**

You get used to it, I used to be on the front; I would know.

**Sgt. Vanden**

Mornin Commissar. I umm...I didn't get to thank you, for helping me back there...So...Thanks.

*Pokes WK in the ribs harder*

Maybe if you stop being such a pessimist, you would see what you really are to us.

**theplahunter**

The least I could do.

*rubbed the back of his neck and held his tongue*

**War Kitten**

Sgt. Vanden wrote:
Mornin Commissar. I umm...I didn't get to thank you, for helping me back there...So...Thanks.

*Pokes WK in the ribs harder*

Maybe if you stop being such a pessimist, you would see what you really are to us.

*sighs and turns to face Vanden*
This argument again? Amelia, I'm going to say this once, and once only. I am a Guardsman. Millions of men and women just like me fight and die every day in the Emperor's name. There is literally nothing that makes me particularly special compared to them. In the grand scheme of things I am worth nothing, besides how many foes I can bring down before my inevitable, painful death at the hands of some horror. My gun is worth more to the Imperium than me. I don't know what things are like where you're from, but in this universe life is cheap, especially for soldiers of the Imperium.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Sighs*

Just stay here with us this time...You have no idea what it did to Marla.

*Looks at pla*

Whats up? Something you not telling me?

**theplahunter**

Eh, ah... It's nothing. I'm just going to stay out of this.

**War Kitten**

Sgt. Vanden wrote:
*Sighs*

Just stay here with us this time...You have no idea what it did to Marla.

*Looks at pla*

Whats up? Something you not telling me?

*clenches bionic arm with a loud whine*
I know what it did to her. It was 10 times worse for me, but you KNOW what my death will do to her, and my life expectancy is not great. Just ask him *jerks a thumb at Hunter*

**Sgt. Vanden**

You're stuttering. What are you hiding? Oh, and this isn't even an argument. Hes just wussing.

*Looks at WK*

Then, if thats what you're afraid of, let us help you. We can teach you how to ~~build plot armour~~ get better at living.

**theplahunter**

If I say it, you'll just get upset at me. This is between you two, do not involve me in this discussion.

**War Kitten**

Sgt. Vanden wrote:
You're stuttering. What are you hiding? Oh, and this isn't even an argument. Hes just wussing.

*clenches bionic fist with another loud whine*
I have some steam to burn off, wanna spar?

**Sgt. Vanden**

You want to spar with a one armed, hurt, and sexually deprived woman? Well, how gentlemanly of you. No. I do not want to spar.

*Looks at Hunter*

I won't get upset. I promise. Go ahead, spill.

**War Kitten**

Sgt. Vanden wrote:
You want to spar with a one armed, hurt, and sexually deprived woman? Well, how gentlemanly of you. No. I do not want to spar.

*Looks at Hunter*

I won't get upset. I promise. Go ahead, spill.

And I have one working arm, a somewhat malfunctioning bionic arm and leg, and one good leg. I'd say we're about equal.

And what the feth does being sexually deprived have to do with your ability to spar? Logic dictates that you would have more energy to burn off then.

**Sgt. Vanden**

Yea nah, biology would also dictate that if said energy was burnt off, it would release hormones into my blood stream. Which I don't want to do if I am in your presence. Cause things may get awkward.

**theplahunter**

*groaned*

Fine, Vanden. WK is right, a guardsmans LIFE is to die. And WK has simply accepted it, I warned Marla about this and tried to explain why WK had to do what he had to do, but she could not accept it and now she will be more hurt.

Also, I agree with WK, you being sexually deprived has nothing to do with your abilities...

Unless you're that much of a slut.

...Really, can you not control yourself Vanden??

OOC: I'm actually working on a story right now, and WK talking about guardsmen dying reminds me of the first passage of the second chapter.

“Find Cover!!!” A guardsman exclaimed. Conscripts and newly recruited soldiers scattered around the narrow, cratered ‘streets’. Ahead of the advancing Guardsmen the chatter of a heavy stubber tore apart the air and the few unlucky who were caught in the open. A heavy bolter formerly carried by a pair of men dropped to the ground and clattered on the hard stone, gripped by a dismembered arm torn off from the shoulder. Sergeant Josef Lorren zigzagged across the street and dove into a small alleyway, breathing heavily as his chest heaved under his vest. A round whizzed past his ear and impacted the brick wall in front of Josef. His Comm bead rang “Sergeant! Sergeant!” Guardsman Henry shouted through the squad comm bead “We’re pinned down! Help us!!”

Sergeant Lorren slowly curled up and covered his head with his hands, breathing heavily as dirt kicked up around him and the screams of his fellow soldiers filled his head with fright. In front of him he saw two men setting up a mortar behind a small wall of sandbags. A helmet with a white stripe on it flew across Josefs vision, and the corpse of a young Conscript was close behind. The ‘boys’ head impacted the concrete and let out a sick ‘CRACK’, it rolled slowly to the side and showed the half-missing face of the conscript,

**War Kitten**

Sgt. Vanden wrote:
Yea nah, biology would also dictate that if said energy was burnt off, it would release hormones into my blood stream. Which I don't want to do if I am in your presence. Cause things may get awkward.

*shrugs*
Want to play poker then? I need something to do while my new leg is grown. I'm keeping the bionic arm though, as a reminder to myself.

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Softy punches pla's shoulder*

Feth off, I ain't a slut. And I know that a Guardsmans duty is to die...I just hope he doesn't for all our sakes.

*Shrugs at WK's suggestion*

Why not?

*Looks at pla*

You coming?

OOC The story seems Grimdarky, so I may ask for a finished copy later. I like Grimdarky.