A slightly smaller Mess

"Come on then....put on your helmet first"

*helmet*

Laurence: "We have three psykers, yes we do."

Lucy: "Ehem" *un-Shoulders ground to air missle launcher.*

Tyren: "Its been rather a while... oh good lord." *Stumbles*

*Rob leads Emma out to where he's hidden the Reavers and he basically spends the next 10 hours teaching her how to fly*

" I'm sure some but not many , why not emperor or even greater God"

*yay montage*

Charles:....they are super heavy dropships laurence.

lyanna catches him

Laurence: "Its this or we walk out, and there's a defensive line in between us and home."

Tyren: "Thankyou..."

"My blackstar can harass them well enough....but they're a bit more than we can handle"

Lyanna: don't mention it big guy

Laurence: "There are scrap fields where three ships in orbit should be, i can deal with some thunderhawks."

Tyren: "I'm hardly... taller than you..."

Charles:...wonderful.

Lyanna laughs

Max: "I prefer king, plus Emperor is a tad too extravagant for me"

Rob: There you go! Told you I'd teach ya

Emma: that...well that was kinda...fun

R: I told you so

"not a word I thought I'd use while in this place"

R: That's cos you're with me!

"...."

R: Tell me I'm wrong

"Um....you do remember where we are..."

"Commoragh. Just because we're pretty much inches away from death every breathing moment we're here doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves. Enjoy the little things, let me focus on our safety"

"I...suppose"

"What's wrong?

"Guess"

"You're afraid that we'll be caught?"

Laurence: "You lead the men, lay down fire, ill deal with the thunder hawks."

Tyren: "This body you made has a wimpy liver..."

Akira: "Not to mention heretical, and we just got the inquisition off our asses."

" ah okay, so pirate King max then?"

Max: "That works" *nom*

"Terrified."

Charles: right.

Lyanna: its as wimpy as your original astartes one was.

Tyren: "I could drink space wolves under the table!" *hes quite drunk*

Laurence: *drops the artefact. Then runs over to the elevator, and begins climbing up the elevator shaft, out of sight within moments*

Mac: "The fuck is that guy?"

Lyanna: I...heavily doubt that

Charles: odd.

Tyren: "It happened... I got real big by the second millennium."

Mac: "odd? You're odd he's downright freaky."

" hmmm Queen max and King akira " she said giving it a thought " hmm King max Queen akira , it's alright"

Rob: As am I...


Max: Better than most titles

"you don't show it..."

Charles: I know.

Lyanna: what?

"I'm not meant to"

Tyren: "Older space marines are bigger."

Hera: "If he can take out thunderhawks, he can have green skin and red war paint for all I care."

Lyanna: that explains the warsmith...

Charles: *chuckles* that's the spirit. Come on, lets get back up there.

Emma: what?

OOC son

Rob: I was trained not to show fear

"So was I..."

R: "but you're not a genetically modified super soldier. Created for war. I am"

"...what are you exactly?"

"A human-Eldar hybrid built by a rogue sect of the mechanicum"

"....what?!"

"What?"

"....you know what"

"Look I'm not gonna hurt you, and yes Alana knows exactly what I am"

"No...not what I meant. That's....bizarre beyond words"

"I'm designed to beat Space marines"

"....oh, that answers everything" *Sarcasm is strong in this one*

"Please explain"