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**Buttery Commissar**

[Sam looks at Trondheim] You're not helping anything by teasing him!
[Looks frustrated and holds Trondheim and Milo at arm's length away from one another]

**jhe90**

*marla*

gah.. he';s right... nocholas owns the fething planet...
it aint imperial.

Plus... your yarricks clone... just remeber this... the impirum would not histiate to kill yarrick if they thought he was a heratic..

you could HURT yarrick, or far worse... be very careful, you ARE his double...

*to milo*
now... i have stress to work off... care,,, to help...

**Trondheim**

If the colour of my war plate is not enough for you mortal I suggest you look to the eigh pointed star that is shown on my pauldrons. That should tell you whom I am and who I sworn myself to 10.000 years ago when we set the very heavens aflame
OOC : had some tecnical difficulties with my web browser

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Eyes widen as Amelia pushes down on her back*

*Amelia giggles and continues*

**Overlord Thraka**

*Cal comes down from orbit and retires to his room for some much needed rest*

*Nicholas gazes over Trondheim*
Nicholas: I know you are a servant of chaos, but why don't you refresh a old bird's memory?

OOC: Trond, you need a character list from me?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sam looks at Marla] Nobody in the Imperium is going to take the word of a PDF commander who slept and married his way to the top, over the Imperium's number one propaganda figure.

I'm not threatening anyone, but there's no way I can ruin his reputation by defending someone.

[Yarrick looks over at Amelia, sees her smile, and does a heresy so hard that he loses consciousness]

**jhe90**

*marla looks offended*

you think... I exchanged that for...
i did not get him the job, he earned it thankyou very much...

watch your mouth sam...
THanks, im just a pair of legs that open... screw you .. or not...
i have better taste.

*storms off to repressor...*

**Trondheim**

OOC : No I am fine, been reading this from time to time.

I am the keeper of the holy word put down by my lord Lorgar, I stood at his side when he discoverd the true power that dwelled in the sacred eye. my name is cursed by some and counted as a blessing by others. I am Erebus.

**War Kitten**

*I give Trondheim a terrifying grin*
What I would do to you would make those seem like a mercy in comparison

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sam dead-stares at Milo] You wouldn't get the chance. This is a free world, Milo. Don't try.

[Sees Marla storm off] Those aren't my views, those are what people would see this situation as.

**Trondheim**

Mercy? now there is a word filled with noting but the sour tang of disapointment

**jhe90**

*fluffy corns wander slowly away from the kroot camp leaving a trail of rainbow glowing poop in the forrest *

*marla slams the hatch with a loud ringing sound*

**zombiekila707**

*Ciri catches Taeria's head and lies it on her lap*

Ciri: I am sorry Vitani... I will try and help end your loneliness... this I swear..

*Ciri strokes Taeria's head, and exhales in relief.*

**Overlord Thraka**

*Nicholas appears unimpressed*
Nicholas: Well Erebus, if you make any attempt to harm the occupants of the room, know that my wrath is more terrible than that of your master Lorgar.
*Gives Erebus a look showing he means it then leans back on the couch*

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Smiles and pulls away*

*Wipes mouth and turns to Amelia*

Amy: Wait...We can talk abo- *Gets pounced on* !!!

*Maiev walks out of the room 10 minutes later in clothes and walks over to the shower block*

*Pokes head out with a towel around chest*

You guys got any mouthwash?

**War Kitten**

*I give Sam a baleful look*
You are a disgrace to our kind. You willingly allow a heretic to spread his filth here, and you do nothing. I have no words to describe how pathetic you are now.

OOC:
Milo isn't a small guy either, it'd be a close fight

**Overlord Thraka**

*Horus comes out of his room in a checkered flannel to hear Maiev's question*
Horus: In the closet by the sinks!
*Walks out to the garage*

*Nicholas looks between Milo and Sam tiredly*
Nicholas: Milo! Enough! Sam is not in the right either, but if Erebus has no ill intent then I see no issues with him being here. Amelia is a half-daemon for pete's sake!

**Sgt. Vanden**

Thank you Shan'do!

*Find it and gargles*

*Spits and has a shower*

**Trondheim**

Well that is a boast to rival that of Angron or Mortarion. I shall remind you about such bravado if you ever where to meet my lord Lorgar.
Always it is the same with the ones whom simply follow the flock, chastise the ones whom seeks to turn the flock into a more favorable direction. And praise the one whom leads them to the edge of the bottomless pit of oblivion

**jhe90**

Ooc erberous was partly augmented into a space marine.
Geneticly engineered.

Not full. But not human.

**Trondheim**

jhe90 wrote:
Ooc erberous was partly augmented into a space marine.
Geneticly engineered.

Not full. But not human.

Ooc : Well I am keenly aware of that.

**War Kitten**

*I spit on the floor between Erebus and Sam before walking towards the Repressor*
I'm done with this

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sam looks at Milo] [Smiles] Out of the pair of you, one is slinging insults and trying to undermine my very existence and the other is offering to share information so I can make my own choices.

I'm not an Imperial, Milo. I was born of snow and magic, I have no loyalty to your world or race.

ooc: Young Yarrick is about a head and shoulder taller than the average cadian, minus hat. I dunno what that is in people height, I just go off the minis.

I guess 6-7 feet?

**Overlord Thraka**

*Nicholas frowns at Erebus*
Nicholas: Boy, do you have any idea exactly who I am?

*Ra staggers from his room clutching his head and stumbles into the kitchen where a amused Quetz has a pot of coffee ready. Ra chugs the entire thing*

**Trondheim**

Walking away is the first step to dispointment and then onwards to the path of enligthenment

**War Kitten**

*I curl up next to Marla and hold her tight*

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Walks out of the shower block in a knee length towel and another towel in hair*

That was fun.

*Walks over to the garage*

**Trondheim**

Open your eyes to the true nature of the universe and see just how much capabel of guarding her from evil and thus guarding yourself you would be if you stepped out of the easily walked path and onto the one walked by those whom walks the path onto liberation.

**2BlackJack1**

*Santiago wakes up next to Joalia and smiles*

Santi: Good morning. Did you sleep well?

**Sgt. Vanden**

*Joal grins and shakes head*

Joal: I didn't sleep much! You?