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[The Daemonette removes blade gently and nods]

*slowly limps past BC and the Daemonette*

*Is propped up against a tree asleep*

*Mumbles in sleep*

Cheese....

*walks up to Zergling and pokes her*
You alright miss?

*Gets poked in the cheek*

GAH!

*Falls sideways*

*Puts on helmet and stands up*

What was that for?

Well, you were about to fall down into the tree. So I thought you might appreciate it if someone warned you before you fell down. I see I was wrong.
*walks off*

*Watches WK walk off*

That was wired.

*Creaks back*

YOWZA, WOW that was nice.

*sighs and sits up in his hospital bed*
I really need to stop getting hit. It's getting old now...

*Marla walks in to wks room*

Finally,you where worrying me.
*hugs gently *

We need to get you some power armour dear. I can build you a set, not maybe quite space marine grade but something good.

*sighs heavily*
Even when I retire people STILL hit me in the face. I'm starting to think this universe has it out for me

*OT walks in to see WK waking up*

OT: Welcome back to land of the living!
And Marla's right, some heavier armor might help you a bit.

*Checks up on Benny then walks into WK's room*

So this is where the party's at?

How you holding up WK?

Il build it for you. Custom fit and designed. Dad taught me alot about it, based on mine, refitted and such, no boob plate etc.

Be a pretty easy task to update a strandaed human suit to a Martian standard of protection.

OT: I've got some 'special' metals you could use. I might have to teach you how to forge them though

[Looks in on Benny] [Relieved] Thank you, Verviedi. For all I curse you, you're a good person.

[Steps away] [Looks around]

Someone explain why that room is being closely guarded, and I can't seem to see my new conversation buddy. Now.

Ra: He cannot be trusted. He belonged to a ancient order dedicated to slaughter of innocents and obsession of power. He is a Templar


EDIT: OOC: I'm off to 40k for the evening. See ya'll tonight

 jhe90 wrote:
Il build it for you. Custom fit and designed. Dad taught me alot about it, based on mine, refitted and such, no boob plate etc.

Be a pretty easy task to update a strandaed human suit to a Martian standard of protection.

At this point I won't complain. Emperor knows I can use it.
*sighs and opens a little notebook that he has at his bedside*

[Steps over to Ra] Everyone here is a fething murdering abomination in the eyes of another culture!
[Holds out hands] You can't just imprison someone in this room for their culture.

If there were more Orks here than humans, I'd be classed as a murderer. If there were more heretics here than imperials, Marla would!

 War Kitten wrote:

 jhe90 wrote:
Il build it for you. Custom fit and designed. Dad taught me alot about it, based on mine, refitted and such, no boob plate etc.

Be a pretty easy task to update a strandaed human suit to a Martian standard of protection.

At this point I won't complain. Emperor knows I can use it.
*sighs and opens a little notebook that he has at his bedside*

Good, il get on building it. You have any colour or such preferences. Shields, built In weaponry or such? Anything?
(Marla)
Oh yes, we have alot of heretic blood on our hands
(Maria)
*Marla nods*
Aye...we have a past.
(Marla)

No real preferences dear.

Ooh this will be fun... shields, built in las weaponry....

*Scribbles way on a note pad and plans out a suit of power armour humming and muttering about various technical terms*

*Thinks for a second*

I'm probably classed as a murdering abomination to all cultures, I have killed LOTS of things.

We all are to someone. Templer, sister, hunter, and more.
(Maria)

*begins to slowly and painfully stand up*

*marla goes over and helps stand up*

Looks like you need a hand. And a shoulder to lean on.
Want to go back to the repressor?

Sure.
*begins to hobble over towards the Repressor*
Fething Orks....

*helps walk*

I know. Damned green skins.
Least your alive and intact. Good job you married a doctor!

*Watches WK and Marla walk off*

Good to see that it all turned out alright.

*Walks to bar that has reopened*

A chocolate milk please.

*Hands bartender money and takes a seat*

*smiles*
Well, I had hoped to not have to make use of your medical talents on me, but life seems to have a different plan for me.

If life had gone as others planned. Id not have this. *points at wedding and engagement rings*

We make our own path in this universe. I'm glad. And technically you died once, you made me a widow, and a wife to same person at once!

Plans lol

Oh yeah... *hand letter*
They finaly sent your certificate of service and now you get your veterans discount at I mart and ork mart.