Imperial Guard Plot

OOC: Whatever you say honus..Whatever you say

Ooc: it's more friends, cos she respects him.

OOC: Alright then

Ooc: instead of the other thing.

OOC. gentlemen, i need you.... warhammer rejects, assemble!

so... i need car systems that reduce the severeness of accidents... thinking of seat belts, airbags, etc... im only at 10 pages, and i need at least 5 more....

OOC: Actually, I formed the warhammer reject page on steam first which came before this site, there for I should be telling you to assemble

REJECTS! ASSEMBLE FOR NAZ!

Your welcome naz

Ooc: better brakes, more dependable lights and more sturdy frame.

OOC. this is my secret headquarters, so im da boss!
Honus, brakes and lights do not reduce severness, but chances of accidents. not right for the subject.
and sturdier frames are baaad.... trust me, im an engineer... you want to be in a car that gets crumpled intoa ball, not one that comes through nigh intact....

OOC: Its now secret though

Its on the internet

Nothings secret on the internet

THEREFOR I AM STILL THE BOSS! GET IN LINE BLUD OTHER WISE I WILL CHAV YOU INTO SUBMISSON!

Arminius: thankyou sister. at least you trust me.

The Enginseer remains silent, staying behind the sister.

She nods.
"These days, it pays to have loyal friends"

OOC: Alex trusts him

Arminius: very true ma'am

"May I ask, why a sentinel?"

OOC: /gives you a note/

____________________
| |
| Why i am better |
| than you: |
| |
| Im Nazamroth, |
| Head of Naz |
| Industries |
| (NazIs) |
| |
|___________________|

goddammit! it fell apart!

OOC: Your just jealous of my 1000/100 english pigdogeyness

Arminius: didn't pick it ma'am.

"The Sentinel is well built by the way, very much to standard, it has a happy machine spirit!"
He pipes up, before slinking back behind the sister.
"Just...so you know."

"Why are you standing behind me?" She turns around slowly.

"Well you're a much more imposing figure than I sister! I also wish to stay out of your way."
He bows his head slightly.
"Until needed."

Alex: *In his office, drinking some vodka infused tanna (HAPPY HONUS?!?!??!!?)*

I sense a disturbance in the machine spirit...

OOC. gorath: http://9gag.com/gag/arp9ODK
and shadow, you are gnlish... by definition, you must have maxed pigdogness level...

"Is there somewhere I can get out of my armour? It needs cleaning"

Arminius: there's a spare room in the barracks ma'am.

"Any directions? I've never been here"

Arminius: I can take you there if you wish ma'am

OOC. what the hell?! i increased the font size of the entire document! how the bloody hell did i end up with a shorter total?!

"Is there anywhere you need me? I'd say my armour needs clean but there is not nearly enough oil on it."

"I'd appreciate it, and the techpriest might want to fix my power armour?"

"P-p-power armour"
The Enginseers eye lights up once again.
"That would be an Honour!"
He physically looks to restrain himself.
"I have been stuck with transports for the past two years, to fix something like that would indeed be an indulgence."

"I'm glad you think so, it's machine spirit has been uneasy for a long time"

"Then go change, I will wait for you."
He says it with zeal, happily assembling his tools.

After a few minutes, she returns, wearing only her thermal suit.
"My armour is outside, I'm going to get cleaned up" she walks back out.

OOC. ..tehe... i managed to increase barely more than 10 pages, into 16 pages without making it lookj like shit, or adding new content.... im a pro...

Normally in front of a sororitas who had taken her armour off, a guardsman would be ogling her up and down...Bran however?
"This armour is exquisite!"

"It's a relic, like most soriatas armour, made before the sacred rose order came into being"

"Yes, yes, the age of apostasy and that business with Goge Vandire."
His servo arm starts to pick it apart.
"Well, your power pack needs repaired..."

She looks intrigued
"Is it badly damaged?"

"Other than some battle damage, which can be repaired, the power pack needs some parts replaced...however, it can be jury rigged, do you know anywhere I can get the replacements?"
He taps his finger to where his chin would be.

OOC: Could always get commisaar lord alex to requsition some

"I know that the mechanical components inside are quite well designed and advanced... but apart from that no, I don't"

"I realise that your sisters are departed, however if we could get those parts from their armour, I could more than make those repairs, for now, I can route it all to solar power."

"... they're suits are here, but they were mostly destroyed in the fighting"

"I am sure there is some salvageable parts among them, I just need a few power packs, if one is intact, that would be fantastic and some plating."

A power pack, beaten and broken, is bought in.
"This is all that was salvaged"

Ooc. Honus, the 40k equivalent of coffee is caffeine. Tanna is a tea

Ooc: is it? Oh...

Ooc. They are described as such in the ciaphas cain novels repeatedly

Ooc: oh Damn... now I look, your right I guess.