Iron hands successor chapter plotline GO!

*takes a step forward*

As I was saying, I don't worship the big E either, even when four scantily clad sisters of battle poured promethium all over us

a figure is in the doorway. he is in shadow

...you have sense?!

No soul

the figure in the doorway takes a step forward, revealing jet black terminator armour

:techmarine +we dont have records for this system, any of them could be+

"terminator. identify yourself!"

OOC: you fucker!

he takes another step forward. on one shoulder he bears the same symbol as Chargon. and upon his head a bone white skull.

*turns around*
And you are?

OOC back in a bit

???: *in a loud, deep, christopher lee voice* Vordon.

Greetings

"indeed. do you have any business here?

Chargon: incase it wasn't clear, he's with me

"i guessed with the paintwork"

*meanwhile in space*
The tyranid tendril draws ever closer, targeting a world teeming with lifeforms both human and fungal....

and yet, the tendril senses... something else... neither living nor dead... something that sends flashes of DNA memory through its mind. memories of pain... and defeat.

OOC: is there gonna be a four way war over this planet as the necrons awaken, orks assault, tyranids invade and we defend?

*the hive mind channels back to every encounter with it's living metal foe, preparing its denizens for what will surely be a hard fought battle*

OOC: sounds fun

*yeah......and the target of one faction, yay me

OOC: anyone up for some GTA V?

OOC: NO! I REFUSE FOR NECRONS TO BE ON THIS PLANET!

WE ALREADY HAVE CHAOS, NIDS, ORKS

OOC: chaos got deaded

OOC: INQUSITION....

Oh look a terminator how useless

OOC: not really, just me

OOC:...............................................................................................................................

and this is why

I hate you all

OOC: you annihilated chaos and the inquisition pissed off

OOC: huh...for now anyway

OOC: *pssst* wookie wait until he leaves, i will roll a necron lord

OOC: *is standing directly behind you with the most pissed off and daemonic looking face ever*

OOC: *whistles innocently*

OOC: oh herrow! didnt see you there!

OOC: *pats lilentos on the head* there there

Don't patronize me or your cousin gets it *Aims gun at wookie monsters head*

OOC: I'm English, I don't give a damn about my cousin

OOC: Im english and I care about my cousins....

Sooo why the termi

Chargon: he's my reclusiarch. and the chapter master's second in command. *he is clearly not happy about the reclusiarch being here*

OOC: I'm in North America, they really 'care'

Why terminator armour? Bulky and lots of soft armour.

charon pulls ortus aside
Charon: careful. you don't know who you're talking to

"good evening recclusiarch, what brings you here? *extends a hand*

I know who I'm talking to, someone with a poor choice of armour... I could take him down with one auto-round... its that flawed.

Charon: no you couldn't. you're underestimating him. you badmouth him he will rip your head off before you can blink.
Vordon: Orders.

OOC: Auto round *Pings off the weak parts of his armour* heheheheh

OOC: he has a point, against the weapons most of us are packing... that suit is about as useful as wrapping your dick in a napkin to fuck a chainsword

I underestimate most people...

OOC; That reference

Space hulk 2

Rending claws...