A slightly smaller Mess

Max: You say that with such enthusiasm, wine?

Rob: "Right....." *He sets up the ambush*

OOC: Fate for who they find?

OOC sure
D100 again...lets up their luck a bit this time
1-20, wych
21-40, reaver
41-50, hellion again
51-70, trueborn
71-80, scourge
81-95, incubi
96-100 archon
IC 
Charles stands close behind

Lyanna: gotta find one first.

Tyren: "Big universe." *Drinks again* "Maybe i'll find a nice admech girl who can hammer out the dings in my plate." *laughs*

Laurence: "Would you mind moving a bit back?"

OOC: I think I'll go for a 96 please fate

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

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'd100' : 35

" sounds good"

Max: Want some wine too, Akira?

OOC so we've got a reaver
you may have a single reroll and then pick which of the two rolls
IC Lyanna: didn't know the mechanicum girls really could feel emotion.

charles complies

OOC: Gib Archon

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

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'd100' : 13

Akira: "When do i ever turn down wine?"

Laurence: *Picks the peice of concrete out of the wall, and hurls it away*

mac: *just unclipped himself from the ropes* "Fucking hell."

Max: *He pours their drinks and deposits them in the table*

Akira: *Sips it* "Nice choice... Is it a.... 964?"

OOC wych or reaver, your choice
IC Charles: Mac. We think we're close.

OOC no tyren?

Max: "Close, 963"


OOC: Reaver

Tyren: "They can't, thats called a joke lyanna. well, some of them can."

Jack: "I think 'e's more worried about the bloke throwin fuckin walls mate."

Akira: "Bollocks, never was the wine connoisseur"

Max: You were close

Emma stays quiet as a pair of reaver jetbikes they saw circling overhead before, come in to land nearby

Charles: I guessed.

Lyanna: shush you.

Rob: *He looks to Emma and points the pilots, indicating that they'll ambush and kill them*

she nods, readying her weapon

Tyren: "Make me."

Laurence: *puts one foot up on the wall, and reaches into the dirt* "I think... ive got something."

*Rob waits for them to dismount*

they do so, and start talking, likely about whoever's guts that is on the blades of their bikes.

Charles n co brace themselves
the item is..what looks like a cone, a metal one, about the size of a human torso. Clearly not human in design.

Lyanna chuckles and drinks

Rob: *Gives Emma a thumbs up and opens fire into one who is furthest away*

she goes for the closest one
once again, it works
these guys are  unarmoured and undisciplinned, they're fucked vs this

Rob: "Good shot"
*He walks up and confirms the kills*

she does likewise, very cautiously

"Look there's actual armour!"
*He sounds relieved*

"Tell me about it...I'm not comfortable being so exposed...keep thinking we're going to be found out"

R: In our situation..I think paranoia is quite useful
*He begins to strip the dead Eldar of their armour*

Emma:...here? in the open?

Rob: "There really isn't anywhere discreet, besides it's not like my rags hid much"

Emma: fair enough...

"We're taking both jet bikes by the way"

*He gets to swiftly losing the shitty wych 'armour' and puts on the reavers armour*

"....I don't know how to ride...."

Tyren: "Point made."

Laurence: "Right... what the hell is this thing... It doesn't feel tainted."

Lyanna: heh. sorry.

Charles:...I don't know...definitely not daemonic in nature...alien?

R: "I can show you, but for now just find a way to tie them together please"

Laurence: "Doesn't matter much, what matters is we're getting the hell out of here."

Tyren: *Rubs his forehead* "Throne on terra this stuff is strong... Is it astartes grade?"

" this tastes like the wine from the party all those years ago"

Max: I wasn't drinking the wine so I'll take your word for it

" bullshit I saw you with a glass I even have a picture to prove it"

Max: I didn't drink when my parents were around, what you saw was fruit juice

Charles: think the roof exit's been compromised?

Emma: um.. *looks for something to do so with*

Lyanna: maybe...

*There's lots of crap around the place to do so with*

*that happens then*

R: "I'm guessing you'll get changed back at base"

"Safer."

R: "alright" *He finds a way to stow her armour onboard and climbs onto the lead jet bike* "get on"
*So now she gets to pick whether to sit on his lap or behind him with the massive blade dangerously close to her skull, or on the other bike and hope the rope doesn't break*

*she's wearing the helmet now, so goes for behind, gripping his waist for stability*

*Rob flies the bikes back to base*