Hive warfare.

Uhehehehehe

OOC 2 litres is perfectly fine and healthy, duh

and im great

In jail again

Ooc. How about you stop breaking the law, punk?! Bet you never thought about that!

Ooc: I'm a chick in a gang, I thought that was the point of this

Ooc: do you want to check the last location while bush is buying gun?

Yep

Wait no I'll see what he has first

He did it already.

I have some personal cash

Oh right.
He looks over too you.
"And what might you be looking for? Knives? Sword? Gun?"

*wanders into the shop* "hmmm depends on the cost... And depends if you have anything a little bigger"

*I sidestep to let Akira through*

"Bigger? How about this? He says, lifting a pump action shotgun onto the counter, somewhat old, but very cool looking.

"Hmmm that looks like my kind of thing... How much?"

"110 creds"

"Hmmm.... A little out of reach at the moment, what else have you got? You mentioned swords"

Well this currency has a shite exchange rate against throne gelt, you can get a bolt gun for 110 throne gelt

Ooc: creds are a makeshift currency. Like I said, this planet has been separated from the imperium for hundreds upon hundreds of years.


"I did, it'll cost you 30 creds for a iron sword"

*I immediately show interest when he mentions swords*

"Iron, any better swords, a good steel blade maybe?"

"It'll cost extra, but yes"

"How much extra, I don't want to go breaking my sword on flak armor"

"8 creds extra"

"Done, how much you charge for stub revolver shells?" *putting the revolver on the table*

"2 creds a shell"

"alright, i've got 60 creds, so give me that sword and give me 11 shells"

He does so.

ooc: i assume i get a sheath for it?

The sword? Yes, you can have it on your belt, or strapped around your back.

*she straps the sword on, and holsters her pistol, pocketing the rounds* "A pleasure"

He nods.
"Anytime"

*she smiles at him, then walks out. the moment the door closes she looks at max* "he is fucking disgusting"

HAIL MEINE FREUNDES

Ooc: raeven and Bush, one more resident too see.


For Euan.
You enter the elevator, two spindly, robed priests entering with you.
"You heard about the relic down on 56?" Says the one on the left, his voice metallic through his mechanical respirator, a mesh covering his mouth wheezing air straight to his bio mechanical lungs.

"Yes, a specialist has been sent to retrieve it with a explorator party... it's information could lead us to a STC"

"Why would a STC be here of all places?"

They both turn around, looking at you with puzzled faces.
"And who would you be?" Says the one on the right, his eye motors fixing in on you, the red lenses scanning your face.

"Im julius, new on the job I guess you could say. Been assigned a working station at *Insert the numbers here*"

They both look at each other.
"What do we do? He knows too much" says the one on the left, his mechatendrils suddenly sprouting from his robes, the heads of the mechanical snakes are a mixture of blowtorches, drills, and clamps.
"You know what to do" says the other, raising his arm as a thin blade emerges from his wrist.

"Well

Fuck"

Trys not to be murdered

The ominosiah guide my dice rolling

The member 'Comrade Kitten' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd20' : 2

Well fuck you to ominosiah

A mechandrite slams you into the elevator wall, the clamp grabbing your neck and squeezing as it raises you easily.

Tries to get it off of me with my magical manlyness

The member 'Comrade Kitten' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd20' : 8

The other techpriest grabs a hammer off his toolbelt, slamming it into your forehead as you try and kick out; making everything fuzzy as consciousness slips from you.

Oh

OH

THATS HOW ITS GOING TO BE EH?!

EHHEHEHAEHHEAHEHAEHEAH?!

Tries to wake up in a nice comfy place which isn't heaven

The member 'Comrade Kitten' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd20' : 13

As you wake, you feel woozy, like drugs are in your system... your limbs are asleep, as you can't seem to move them.
Your vision is white, large lights above your eyes making it impossible to adjust vision properly.
You try to cough, but you feel something in your mouth and nose, tubes and wires.
As your senses return, you feel like your lying on a cold metal slab, restraints on your arms and legs.

"nawh niggah"

You can hear voices, slurred; but you can make out a few lines.

"Increase morphine, this'll..."
You feel massive pain, your head feeling like it's being split open.
"Interesting... he's the first to respond successfully to..."
Your mind slacks off again, darkness returning.