Space Marine

OOC: -_- hmmmmmm

OOC: The spooky scary skeletmuns took it

*strides forwards and jabs a mechadendrite into with a data spike a port on his spine. then dumps the pict feed from the pict sensor on his helmet* "there is proof, you will supply us with the weapons"

OOC: Can I just say, you don't have mechadendrites, you have servo harvess with servo arms, something which is basically a melta gun and a fusion caster

Sorry, its been giving me sever nerd rage

NERD RAGEEEEEE!

OOC: Also that doesn't show you getting it from the ship

That shows you trying to crack open the box and if the arch magos does a shenanigan, desercrating the pistol and then making a copy

OOC: oh snap!

OOC: fuckiddy fuck fuck
IC: "our word as space marines and servants of the emperor is proof enough. am i to infer you intend to hinder the emperors holy warriors?"

OOC: if in doubt, threaten, because you're a god damn 8 foot tall space marine with more weapons that the us army

OOC: Surprise bitch


and threatening the mechanicum is a VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY bad thing to do

IC: "How do we know you truley are servants of the emperor? Perhaps all of this is a lie, all you have done so far is walk in, claim you found this gun in a pirate ship which has a probability chance of 000000000000000000000000.1% and expect me to do something for you as you have returned to humanity a relic of a ancient age"

OOC: yes, threaten the faction that supplies you with everything that makes you powerful

*splurges indignant binary cant* "I am a servant of the god emperor and the machine god both! the probability is low, yet it did indeed occur. 000000000000000000000000.1% is still a chance magus."

ooc: it wasn't a direct threat, just a attempted nudge in the right direction

"And yet you have given me no proof to support this claim"

"the proof is in the inscriptions laid on the case, as a holy relic the serial numbers of each of these mighty weapons is sure to be recorded"

OOC: On the case of the gun or the case of the box?

Ooc: On the gun itself, you said I could make a perfect copy, down to the serial numbers

OOC: if you can make a perfect copy, you should make loads and outfit every member of the chapter

OOC: To prevent that, i've said that from now on you will need very very fancy stuff to make them

For example, your gonna need to raid space hulks to get main bits now

Ooc: yeah, before he let me do it for two bolt pistols worth

Huzzar: My proof is my solid words, that you shall not need more.

OOC: Ima scrap the matirels system and just say whether you have it or not

Or make you roll for it

IC: "Im going to need more proof than that"

*he walks forwards, clamping the servo arms claw shut with each step* "then return the relic to me, if you do not want our assistance... Think, all the things a space marine chapter could do to help you"

"But you aren't a chapter, you are but 30 marines"

OOC: *Insert adeptus mechanicus shenaigans here*

"Then shal we take our leave? A positive relationship with the astartes benefits anyone"

"I am going to assume you have come to me in search for some way to help jump start your chapter?"

"Indeed, we came in search of a partner of sorts, but, I am sure some other will be more obliging" *pulls the case from his hands, turns and sets off back towards the door*

"You may be of some assistance to me after all.."

*stops* "continue"

"What exactly is it you need

Specifically"

Huzzar: Resources. And more of this.
*Pointing the box*

"Hmm...I believe a deal could be struck.."

"We also need topographical maps of local planets, to determine their potential as a base of operations"

"How local?"

"How many inhabitable planets are in this subsector?"

"Why don't I just send out a explorator fleet to find a suitable location for you

if anyone needs lil lilentos dead i could do so relatively quickly...

IC:
walks out of dank ass ship

"That would be appreciated, now.. You said you had a use for us?" Ooc: if I wanted lelentos dead, I'd round up some o the Yorkshire farmers from round here and we'd go all pitchforks and torches

Ooc: in Yorkshire, when we get pissed we go medieval up in this bitch. I'm pretty sure someone was waving a pitchfork at the local ukip mp a while back

"Well, if we are ever in need of assistance once I do this for you, I expect you to aide us"

" in any way we can" *gives him back the case* "as I was saying before, can you replicate this weapon?"

OOC dammmn

IC
walks back inside

"That would be sacrilege against the ominosiah!"

Huzzar: Why would it be? Relic will stay as it was, replicating it won't produce more Relics.

"How so? Innovation and the creation of tech heresy is an oftont to the machine god. The replication of relics to fight the emperors enemies is a holy and righteous mission"

"This ancient relic of the imperium is thousands of years old! If I were to dismantle it and make new ones, it would be tech heresy against the ominosiah! Besides! I don't even have the things to make these! Nor will I even if I did!"

*growls* "then I shall, for the emperor this pattern of holy pistol shall smite the imperium's foes once more

OOC: if you want to be branded as a heretic go ahead

Ooc: I seriously don't remember any fluff about reconstruction of newly found weapons to be heretical

Ooc: not even newly found, the tech priest recognises it, it's a known pattern

OOC: You dare question the will of the dm? *backhhands*

And yes, im begin honest here, its considered tech heresy to dismantle a ancient relic of the imperium, due to it pissing off the machine spirits n shite

Arok looks on in frustration.