Iron hands successor chapter plotline GO!

Ooc: it's that or risk more deaths.


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

"Now, we need one of your escape pods" *the chaplain, being in terminator armour easily hefts the bomb onto a shoulder*

OOC: Tip: detonation dignal is not a radio signal.
IC: You would want to get thy hands off it.

*nearby, a pod door opens, the interior nothing more than a large can with mechanical devices lining the walls*

"Well... what now."

Oox gonna be off now feeling ill

OOC: WTF ITS NOT SMALL

Ooc: what isn't small, the pod?

OOC: Lol, small.

Ooc: it your lot can cart it in here, its man portable

OOC: No, the bomb, it's more than a squad of Astarted could carry, it has been brought there with hover

IC:

Ooc: space hulk corridors ain't exactly spacious

OOC: So, where does this leave the primarch?

Ooc: okay smartie pants ic: all four marines haul the bomb into the pod, using terminator armour, mechadendrites, and there sizeable psychic powe

OOC: Arkais, a post waitj for you, search for it.
IC:
Suddenly every object in the room begins to float on zero gravity, the container remains still*
Cypriest: Told you.

*the marines magnetic boots activate with a clang, anchoring them to the deck, they continue to shove the bomb into the pod*

*The outer case turns into red, orange and white, heating up*

*slowly, the bomb moves towards the door, only a few feet now* ooc: trying to hurt salamanders with heat... Good luck

*The outer case melts, some kind of core appears hanging in the air, fixed, blinding everyone who looks at it with naked eyes*

...well...

OOC: You play like you knoe I cannot kill you.

Tech priest "this is xenos tech, I can continue to block the detonation signal, but not defuse it"

You can't

Ooc: no I just play recklessly, read the earlier topics, Raeven nearly dies at least twice

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PostSubject: General rules that first come to my mind Tue Apr 22, 2014 1:41 pm Select/Unselect multi-quote Reply with quote
1.: You do not kill someone else's non-grunt character without his/her permission
2.: You do not hijack or ruin someone else's plot if he/she is obviously going somewhere with it
3.: The physically intimate times of character romances are to be replaced with "black fades". Only bare minimum is allowed to be revealed from the contents of said fades.

OOC: NO NEED FOR SIGNAL DAMMIT IT WILL EXPLODE yes I cannot but he plays like he knows it IC

...Hey..Why not just teleport the bomb into space

or even better teleport the bomb onto himfegs flagships bridge

Ooc: as I said Raeven is fearless, trying to fight people far more powerful than him, often getting the shit kicked out of him and falling unconscious

OOC: Well you play nonsense too. I dont know if its your character or you.

OOC: Sorry

Ooc: mostly me, I act like that IRL, but then I usually have the strength to back it up, Raeven does not

OOC: Here I am forcing flek to give the shit back and you wish to pay.

Ooc: he won't, plus I need the extra troops against the tryranids, and ortus likes him

*The core mixes itself with Raeven's power armor*

"Thy madness?..."

"...We shall hold this world against the Tyranids, we shall stand vanguard, I will call upon my allies."

OOC: That sounds nonsense

OOC: Himfea, do you play warhammer tabletop

*Himfea frowns, they get on a thunderhawk and get to the Cathderal, then the Circrotgle fleet enters the Webway*

OOC: Yes, I play Tau.

...I find your lack of characters for the army you play...Disturbing

*raeven clutches to his chest, falling to a knee*

Ooc: dafuq does this do?!??!?

OOC: Me either. but I like to make japanese hats for fire caste warriors. They look nice.

...gg fuck life

OOC: TAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUU!

Ooc: who do you play lilentos?

OOC: nanotech. Now raeven can stop it from exploding. And if he does, he will have a new armor.

Ooc: the fuuucccckkkkk?

Ooc: well now reavens running around wearing a 2 megaton nuke

OOC: THINK BRAIN DONT FAIL ME

Ooc: *clears throat* NANOMACHINES SOOOOOONNNN!!!!!!