Heretic Hunting Season

OOC. your friendly local GM i back.... aaaand, i start the day with my dental fillings falling out of one of my teeth... oh, joy...
well, i guess if im gonna go toi the dentist once, i might as well have all my teeth fixed up...

Oh, also, a heads-up: I misread my schedule so ill be working tonight. im available until 17:00 GMT today. Sorry about that. Good news is, its the last day i work. at least for now. We're done with all the OBIs of the country! yaaay

Alrighty
*hugs naz*
Inquisitor Gustavus Adolphus (points fer guessin reference)
Carapace armour
Frag krak n psyk out grenades
Psyocculum
Null rod
Inferno pistol

OOC: the swedish king

*gives points*

OOC: yay

On an unrelated topic, i find it amusing that the consuelors room in the anime im watching is translated as "Morning Glory Consultation Office"

Skitarii Zael Korin.
Dragon Scale Armour [Power Armour, look it up it's a thing, just fluffy]
http://media.moddb.com/images/groups/1/3/2055/Admech_octus_dragon_scale_by_majicxiii-d3f2nya.jpg
Primary: Power Fist
Secondary: Power Fist
Grenades: Power Fist
Special Equipment: Power Fist

Wot

U heard me.
Skitarii
Power Armour
2 Power Fists

Come at me.

OOC. By the way, you guys can just go ahead and start if you want. i didnt plan to do much until you arrive to the planet anyway

Member of the Collegiate Extremis, basically the mechanicum's own little inquisition, wearing Ignatus Pattern Power Armour, with a full set of mechadendrites, flamer, plasma, and no end of utility and simple grasping tools. an omnisian axe, and a bolt pistol. NOONE EXPECTS THE MECHANICUM INQUISITION! OUR PRIMARY WEAPONS ARE FEAR AND SURPRISE... and toasters. but yeah the inquisitor still outranks me

heh

So are we starting?

sure

*With a thudding gait, each footstep accompanied by the sound of pistons, and the clang of metal. his mechadendrites flowing behind him or hovering above his shoulder, his Ignatus Pattern Power Armour is modified to accept his augmentations, although his face remains unchanged. as he walks onto the ship's bridge, approaching the inquisitor, he speaks in a flat tone*

"I sensed the machine spirits communion, we have received a message, yes?"

gustavus nods, puffing his cigar

"You realize you'll live long enough to regret that habit?"

"with cybernetics not likely"

"enjoy the procedure" *he wriggles his mechadendrites* OOC: does your he have any cybernetics?

OOC no
IC "subtle"

*he chuckles, a rare feat for a member of the mechanicus, although the Collegiate Extremis are known for augmenting themselves, not replacing bodyparts* "Connecting it to your spine is the worst part. by far"

"I'm sure"

"Hm, anyway, where are we going fleshling?"

"Rusticus secundus"

"sounds like a shithole, covered in heretics i assume?"

"if it wasnt they wouldnt be calling us"
OOC wanna continue in empires? we just routed and slaughtered the slave charge

OOC:I got to sleep at about 10pm local time guess when I woke up!
If you guessed 16 hours later you get a cookie!
I don't even know why I slept for 16 FUCKING HOURS

"How far are we from the system?"

"twenty four hours"

"Enough time to prepare my equipment, and perhaps watch the pict feeds from the hull cameras, the warp can indeed be calming, when it is not full of demons."

"no wonder you're bonkers"

OOC dammit Raeven you're under the radar again!

"It's like playing roulette, what's the chance I'll be confronted with a nice calm scene in one pict, then a total mindfuck in the next?"

he sighs and puffs

*he removes his helmet, and clips it to his belt, he has harsh features, a hawkish nose and a defined jawline, along with very close cut hair, about a centimetre remains* "well what do you do to pass the time? Besides pray and maintain your equipment?"

"more....refined things"

"descriptive. That could mean reading books about flower pressing for all I know"

he chuckles

"Speaking of equipment actually, it puzzles my why you opt for carapace armour, when power armour is available to you."

"Lack of black carapace"

"Ah, not needed specifically, but not so effective without" *he taps his spine* "I just have a cerebral port, it allows me to commune directly with the machine spirit"

"still, doesnt exactly make you astartes does it?"

/In the armoury\

*Having stripped and cleaned his hellgun for the umpteenth time, Mordred decides to repaint his armour and hide the scratches*

"Not an astartes, but approaching it"

Zael seems to be tinkering with his power fists.
A blonde mop of hair dropping over his eyes, hiding his bionic eye and rebreather, smoke slowly venting in puffs from the rebreather.

"If I had to guess my glorious overseer, I would be a closer approximate to an astartes." He looked up, his rebreather did infact resemble that of an astartes helm.

"Although, I believe dragon scale is superior to astartes plate...in my humble opinion." He continued to fiddle with the fist.

Ooc. ....waiting in front of the dentists room... I feel like a death row inmate on his last day...
The dentist is one of two things that i know i truly fear...

*Mordred smiles to himself as he finishes applying another layer of crimson to the right arm*

"right, right"

OOC: .....well... docs expert opinion: take antibiotics for a week, then we pull it out...
Me mentally: ....woman, if i wanted it out, i could have just pulled it out at one of the times when it was inflammated and i was afraid that if i make too much vacuum, it will get removed by accident...
So yeah... turns out, as i suspected, the tooth is basically dead... and there isnt enough proper material left in it to be used as foundation for rebuilding it...

At any rate, shall the hunting begin...?

OOC: ouch!

And when people are online I suppose

OOC. nonono, its the exact opposite of ouch. If it wasnt dead, i would probably be screaming, considering how deep the hole in it is.

Well... i see some comments for not so long ago... i dont expect there to be more than 3 of you online at a time though... if we wait for everyone, nothing will ever get done again

i'm ready to begin da hunt