Imperial Guard Plot

Arminius: the local tech-priest group do. I personally don't know how.
*to Certanstin* Just wanted to check up on you ma'am. I know you've been through a lot.

"Your very kind, but I'm fine" she smiles. "If you don't mind"
She then removes the towel to put on the thermal suit.

"I also came to report your armour is extremely content, you may lather it in whatever holy oils you see fit...just...light some incense every now and then and use ointments on it sometime, thank the machine spirit."
He causally moves his servo-arm to cover Arminius's eyes, simply putting a hand over his own.

he averts his gaze respectfully

"That's good to hear techpriest, it'll be nice to wear something that wants to be worn for a change"
She's in the thermal suit now.
"Arminius, what's your terran birth age?"

Arminius: twenty eight ma'am

"Huh, I swore you looked younger" the soriatas dries off her hair with the towel.

The Enginseer chuckles.
"It not only wants to be worn, it will do its duty better than before, let me know if you are having any more problems, I'll give it the 20 writ treatment."

"not as young as you look ma'am"

"Flattering, and I'll take your advice well techpriest"

"glad you think so Ma'am" he smiles

"I shall go fetch it for you then, hopefully by then you fleshies won't fornicate while I am gone, hormones, who needs unregulated natural hormones when synthetic hormones can be injected when needed."
He casually walks away humming.

She just looks dumbstruck at the comment.
"That wasn't normal"

Arminius:.... just so you know I have no intention of......fornicating...with you

OOC: Bran Titanus VII; Master Troll.

"...likewise" she leans on the wall to her left.

Arminius:....he had to make this awkward didn't he

After a few moments of awkward silence, Bran comes back with the armour.
"Here you are Sister."
He seems very pleased with the awkwardness he has caused.
"Good as new."
The armour seems to have a renewed shine to it.

OOC: Arkais, you never cease to amuse me..

"You did a grand job with the armour, I must say"

"Well Sister, you teach me the ways of burning filthy hereteks with a flamer and we'll call it even."
He places it softly down.
"I abhor them, I truly do, treating the machine spirits in such a way it is...it is..."
His bionic eye shines brightly almost seemingly in anger.
"In-excusable."

"It's easy, just have lots of hate and zeal when you do it" she grins at the thought.

"That, That I can do...In the name of the Omnissiah."
He turns to Arminius.
"I need your finest flamer...no no, they have armour like me...Melta, I want to melt their bionics onto their undeserving flesh, that would make me content."

Arminius: you're talking to the wrong guy tech-priest. I'm just the sentinel captain.

"You'll want to talk to a munitorum staffer"

OOC: DAMNIT HONUS!

"Then, that shall do, indeed, could you direct me?"
He seems to out of whatever zeal-like state he put himself in, his voice returning to a more soft tone.

Arminius: just the other end of the barracks. you'll know it when you see it.

"Tell them I sent you, ministorum funds sisters, so I technically can order them to do things"

/Dubstep is screaming from the staffers office/

*Alex goes into the room and turns that insane heretical slaaneshi dubstep off, and shoots the guy who put it on in the head. As he was obviously a slaaneshi heretic. Good thing it was just a grunt*

"I was rather enjoying that computer speak...but all I heard was "BLUEBERRIESBLUEBERRIESBLUEBERRIESBLUEBERRBLUEBERRIESBLUEBERRIESBLUEBERRIESBLUEBERRIES", rather odd."
He tilts his head, looking at the man behind the desk.
"I wish to request your finest melta, the Sister sent me."

/The man has just been shot in the head by shadow/

Arminius: anyway...I wanted to talk to you about something Ma'am

*There is a melta on the desk though. YOu can just take it and no one will ever know...*

Hyperion wrote:

*There is a melta on the desk though. YOu can just take it and no one will ever know...*

But that would lead to the dark side....

"What is it Arminius?"

"...Fleshies, so fragile, they expire so easily."
He looks at the melta and examines it.
"..."
He quickly types it up in the logs.
"Rectified."
He walks away with it, inspecting it.

*ROLL A DICE! 1-10 he takes it 11-20 he doesn't!, but if he does take it he risks becoming corrupted a bit! O NOES!*

*I TOOK THE PARAGON OPTION OF LOGGING IT, ROLL AVOIDED!*

Arminius: it.... well my father may be a cheiften Ma'am, but my mother was no tribal. she was a Sororitas like yourself.

*DAMMNNNN YOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU. Meanwhile a clean up crew member is going the other way to wipe up the blud and get the body out of there*
Cleaner: Gah..This commisaar must never run out of bullets or something..Thats the 10th this day...

"Without her consent I imagine"

Arminius: without her consent?

"A adepta soriatas doesn't just sleep with anyone, and I doubt one of our own wouldn't consent to lay with a feral human"

Arminius: I am afraid I do not know the circumstances surrounding conception ma'am

"Probably a sport for them, like what they tried to do with me"

OOC: Arkais buddy! You still there

OOC: Shhh
*Eating popcorn*
I love this soap-opera.

Arminius: maybe. my point is she was at the same Chapel you were at.

OOC: But you don't have a mouth...How are you eating that popcorn?!