Blood, Sand and Tank Treads

OOC: lose not loose.
Loose is the opposite of tight, lose is the opposite of win.

Gotta be loose and tight at the same time

IC: She leaves

Meanwhile the order has already been relayed for mobilisation

Many skitarii start making land fall

Kay

She heads back to where the marhsal is marshal is marshaling while they marshal

Hez in his tank

"Greetings"

*patrol mode!*

he's asleep

Releases a horrifying screetch of binaric cant to wake him up

"Hm?"

"The skitarii have withdrawed back to the manucatorums"

"Um....who are you"

"You are the field marshal, yes?"

OOC: Bearing in mind i HAVE met the field marshal before, I would know what he looks like..and I would have DNa prints..and..shit

POC: Admech chick with buzz saws, let us hope that she doesn't notice the giant mess of armoured vehicles several hundred metres away*

Ooc: better hope so

For your sake

"yeah"

"I am archmagos veneratus Ys"

"Izzat so?" He stands up

"Yes"

"......"

".........."

"Um...."

"Is there a problem?"

"No"

"Good" leaves, but notices the strange tank in the distance and investigates

A column of armoured transports forms up beside the guard tanks, a mixture of rhinos, repressors and immolators all being loaded for war.
Standards flutter in the breeze, laud hailers play a constant soothing melody, and the sound of weapons being loaded and the vehicles engines humming chimes in with the cacophony of noise.
Squads of sisters are kneeling in prayer, the preacher reading aloud from his tomes of purity, a pair of servitors waving incense burners from waist high chains.
Their armour, like their cannoness, is a dull grey, contrasted heavily with their white robes. Their weapons being prepared and loaded as if it was a standard operation of prayer.

OOC: Shiße
*A gunshot rings out across the desert, with a plume of dirt and sand rising into the air beyond my forces. Moments later Llywellyn pokes his head out of the hatch and pulls himself up with a vox communicator in his hand*

+Sorry sir! They insisted on using the wing from a crashes Vakyrie as target practice!+

Is looking at tank

*He turns to survey the rest of his men......moment of realisation*

"Oh shit"

You notice the massive amount of buzz saws on the servo harness

His mind: of course, attractive Tech priest has buzz saw tentacle arms

*He knocks on the turret*
"Guys...there's a very pissed off Mechanicus woman standing behind the tank"

Looks displeasingly directly into your soul

"I think she's trying to smite me with her mind"
*He moves his googles and pulls the bandana/veil thing down*
"Can I help you?"

"I am not trying to smite you with my mind (enchanced hearing faggit) but I am curious as to where you...aqquired this tank from"

"It's from my homeworld, before it was brought into the Emperor's light"

"Interesting.."

"...don't destroy it"

ooc: so when is the war going to start?

OOC apardon?
tiz not dat simple when not everyone's online at the same time

Ooc: very true, I vill just vait I surpoze

and now some quotes from jaden smith's twitter
"Trees are never sad. look at them, they're quite beautiful"
"When she's so fine you see a picture and immediately start doing a pushup"
"how can mirrors be real if our eyes arent real?"

... Why Jaden... WHY

The archmagos lifts herself from the ground using her mechadendrites (Think doctor octopus from spuder mun) and travels to the tank

OOC Thoros: well helloooooooooooooooooooooo

10/10

OOC: ys: fuckin wat m8

i'll av ya

i swear on me machine god fam

Ooc: when can stuff happen?