Iron hands successor chapter plotline GO!

OOC he means the ship detonates because he activated it...

How could the ship blow up then he activates the warp drive, thats like me throwing a grenade after I am dead in battlefield, or getting shot after I am around a corner from someone around the corner

OOC: Does that mean that? I'm not sure...I'm confused...Let Oliver answer it.

OOC OLLLLIIII TELL US

I think the feg is facepalming and scoffing at us

Ooc: I don't even know anymore.



I thought you wanted to blow up my guys, so Flek ordered everyone off and went to warp as the ship was internally nuked, but it got sucked into the warp, saving everyone.

But apparently not, so all is ok... I think. I'm not sure.

nor am i

Ooc: im reversing everything that happened up til the point where the monks were fleeing, because then we can actually make this make sense.

THE MIGHTY LOGIC OF LORD FEGATRON 3RD CONTIUNES!

OOC good idea.

IC

Turns, stumbling in pain as I run through the monk I caught.

Cypriest: This is a fact stands in front of you in case of you leave without giving the bodies and the gene seeds you took away.

Flek turns, looking to the screen.

+and why do you care what happens to imperial gene seed?+

Cypriest: Defiling the dead is not honorable.

"Becoming a traitor isn't honourable either, but it didn't stop you"

OOC: This is the moment when you guys begin to wonder what is this container right?

Cypriest: I am no traitor. None of us. Except the Archbishop.

Chaplain: "any man who does not worship the god emperor is the true traitor!"

Ooc: also there's a tech marine running towards ortus, and therefore the bomb

Ooc: people to the thing!


+at any rate, I don't judge you, the imperium is dying; but they make for good buyers+

OOC: They stil don't know what it is.

Cypriest: (With patience) I will not argue with an Imperial Astarte, thy heads be as thick as a tank hull.

"Hnn.. what eveb is that."

Ooc: but they will in... 3....2.....1
Ic: Raeven and his hour guard come
Running around the corner, weapons raised, only to be met by ortus, and the mysterious device

Apothecary: +but surely, if what you hate is the imperium's militancy of the imperial cult, then by fighting to make others accept your philosophy, you are everything you hate+

Cypriest: *chuckles* ... You take the word "fight" physically. Unlike us. That is the diffrence.

+even so, fight, no matter the context, still means displaying some level of militancy, evident in your invasion of this world+

*the tech marine immediately drops to his knees, and begins to examine the device, within seconds he rises again* "captain, this is a small nuclear charge, estimated yield 2 megatons"

Cypriest: We did not invade thus world, we have came to help the survivors and fight against the Tyrannids. The reason of their retreat were us.

"Retreat? They were destroyed. "

"Yet you did so without warning, without contacting us, we almost fired upon you, and your use of xenos tech... We want no assistance, such tech is volatile, and lacks the machine spirit of standard technology"

Raeven: do not be so short sited ortus, the main hive fleet is coming, what we faced was the vanguard

Cypriest: Worry not, it will not explode as long as bodies and gene seeds be returned. They retreated, you saw the ones you slain, the rest of them were driven away and terminated by us.

Flek rubs his head.


+dammit... well, I have one idea; I challenge your archbishop to single combat; if I win, I keep the spoils, if I lose, they go back to their respectful owners+

"No, no you know nothing of tryranids, do you feel it? The shadow on the warp, like a smothering blackness, the hive fleet is coming, and we must be ready when it does"

+you cannot hope to defeat an astartes, xeno, you will be slaughtered+

+maybe so, but it's the only choice bar all out war+

Cypriest: I am talking about the ones on the planet. We are well aware of the fleet. And, captain Flek, no. Return them to their owners or everyone melts away. As Captain Raeven said, it must not fall to wrong hands.

+I don't care whose hands it falls into, as long as they have creds to give back+

+Ortus and I shall defend you, if they attack again, he sees something in you, ad I shall trust his judgement+

Tech marine; "captain, the bomb is activated by a radio signal coming from the surface"

OOC:Are they aware of that I'm actually trying to something good for them?

*sighs* captain, I am willing to pay for the gene seed, lest it fall into the wrong hands

Ooc: they're desperate, they want credits

"1000 creds per progenoid gland"

OOC: Well, ready to explode in any moment, but not the surface, the Cathedral.

Tech marine: I can attempt to jam the signal captain, render the charge inert. Raeven: no I have a better plan, can you duplicate the detonation signal? Tech marine; easily, just a matter of finding the frequency........ Done

Cypriest: Why are you paying for something is already yours?

"500, plus you stay to fight the tyranids"

Raeven: because otherwise my only option is force, and ortus sees some good in these.... Reprobates

Cypriest: If you try to do anything to it, it will explode itself without my will.

Ooc: it's that or risk more deaths.


"500 per gland? Done; and we will stay and fight"