A slightly smaller Mess

The member 'Sir BushWookie' has done the following action : Challange Fate

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'd100' : 33

OOC: Hellion

he finds a pair of hellions, their skyboards parked, their staffs rested against the wall, just stood around talking to eachother
one male one female

Charles: one or two?

Lyanna: c'mon, it'll be fun

*He stops in a nearby shadow and gestures to Emma that they'll kill the two hellions*

she comes close and nods, holding her gun tight

Akira: "You're welcome... Just do that again some time..."

Mac: "Mixed in among the rest of the traitorous trash, leading them."

Tyren: "You want to see me drunk?"

Max: "later tonight?" *Rolls onto his side, facing her*

Rob: *whispering* Ready?

she nods

Charles: a warband I'd assume. They had a sigil? a name?

Lyanna: come on. Swapping stories of our old age is easier when one of us is a bit drunk.

Hera: "The crimson slaughter. Dark red armour, with gold, A screaming daemon's skull, or crossed red swords."

Tyren: "I hope your liquor cabinet is well stocked, this is a brand new liver."

Akira: "its a date."

Charles:....and ghosts, if it truly was them

Lyanna: oh trust me, there's more than enough.

Max: *He smiles* "Clothing is optional"

Rob: *He counts down from 3 before stepping out and unloading two bursts of his carbine into the Helions*

due to surprise and rob's great aim and bad armour, they dead

Mac: "Don't really know, The boss here lit the fist on on fire, and the other one had a building dropped on him, a building packed with enough detpacks to level a city."

Tyren: "Then bring on the drinking."

Rob: "Easy"

Lyanna: come on, lets get to my quarters

Charles: the crimson slaughter are a...sorry tale indeed. For another time. Be ready though, we now face renegade astartes in the hundreds, maybe thousands, along with their non astartes followers. Come. *they find raeven before long*

Emma grabs the dead female one and drags her off to the side where they cannot be seen, stripping her down
OOC they just gained a 6+ armour save

*Raeven is discussing something with three tactical marines.*

Tyren: *resists joke*

Rob: *When Emma returns she sees a not too happy Rob wearing the dead hellions ill fitting, and rather revealing Wych Suit.*

Jasmine is in her casual clothes looking for the fitness center , she finds the door noticing that it's locked and knocks

Charles: Captain! the cavalry is here *chuckles*

lyanna leads the way, past a few iron circle guards

Emma:...we have little choice

Max: "ah fuck it..."
*He stands up and quickly gets dressed before opening the gym door a tad*

Rob: I think I actually prefer rags.

"Is this a bad time ?, you said dinner was fourand you weren't there so I decided to pass the time at the gym"

Akira: "Oh, hello."
Raeven: "Inquisitor, The young psyker called you, i assume?"

Tyren: *Glances up nervously at them, outside of either power armour or his dreadnought, he'd be rather easy prey.*

Max:"Oh shit sorry! What time is it?"

Emma: and prefer being caught?

Charles: aye. We're here to help.

Lyanna: don't worry about them.

Rob: "I look like a stripper."

"So do I"

Raeven: "Good good, Brothers." *knods at the deathwatch marines.*

Tyren: "Sort of hard to not..."

Rob: *Realises this* "Atleast it looks good on you"

She blushes realizing what they did , " oh hello there , I'm sorry about earlier just a tick when I'm nervous and when I feel someone is being a tad aggressive I mess with them , I didn't mean to make you angry , but yeah max you said dinner was at 4 should we cancel that ?"

Max: "I can cook...what time is it though?"

" it's seven, an I can cook if you two want to clean up"

Akira: *Looks down at her arm. realises she's just wearing gym clothes and slowly puts her arm back down*

Max: "seven?!" *Slightly worried laughter* "no it's good...I'll cook. You two can chat!"

Akira: "Seven?... holy fuck..."

Max: *He looks back and whispers 'That was a holy fuck alright' and giggles*

the deathwatch nod back
Charles: so...how bad is it? as bad as it looks or worse?

Lyanna: they're only here to protect me. They won't hurt you.

Emma frowns, clearly not flattered

" if she's up to it I don't want to make her mad again"

Rob: I'm just saying. So want to pick a direction or head back to base?

"Well...I say we head back. Don't want to push our luck."

Rob: Let's head back then

emma nods, grabbing her weapon. Before they go, she pauses, eyeing over the hellions' gear

R: "Want them? I can show you how to fly"

"Not them...the weapons. I'd never fly one of those...especially without my eye."

Akira: "No, we can talk."

Raven: "Bad, very bad, but the civilians are safe in the bunker complex, so it could be worse."

Tyren: "I hope not, I'd rather not learn what traitor guards feel like when I'm baring down on them."

R: "take it all, no point letting someone else get them"

M: "It's settled then, I cook and you two can chat while I cook"

Charles: there's that at least. What's the situation, we just defending for now or is there more?

Lyanna: *chuckles* fair enough.

Emma does so, pausing at the skyboard

R: I'll take that

" oh OK , what do you want to talk about?"

Emma: if you say so.

M: Give us a sec and I'll lead you to the dining room alright?

R: *Walks over and picks up the board* "lead the way"

She nods and follows