Da Blu Ork.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5IEt63qOSI

Alrighty ladies and gent.

This is the Blu Ork, a little run down bar in the middle of the warp.
Where characters come to converse and become a little out of character.

This place has no time line.
It is merely Da Blu Ork...

Ar'Kais stands behind the bar, shining a glass, a blue pancho over a black set of fine clothes....he throws a coin towards the jukebox in the corner...Lazarus himself, voxs covering him from head to toe.

"Welcome to Da Blu Ork, what's your poison." The tau smirked as he put down the now perfect glass."

OOC an interesting idea

OOC: Then head on inside...

OOC at a later time

OOC: Blah, you sure? I am bored.

OOC yeah like in a few minutes

The scene set.


The clock ticked by, a clock that only ticked back, then forward, always on 13:53...Ar'Kais never figured out why, none the less, he watched it as he wiped the water off the glass.

"I can't believe I found this place...such a steal..."

He remembered fondly how he murdered the Warboss who originally found the place for it.

He was still repairing the bullet holes.

*Whistles*

*Graius Stumbles inside*
I HEARD THERE WAS DRINK IN THIS TAVERN!
OOC: Graius is one of the two twin chapter masters of the Space Marine Chapter 'The Angel's Sword' Whilst his brother is more of a tactician, Graius is always shouting and most of the time drunk or looking to get that way. He has terminator armour and two power axes. Just so you know

"Welcome Gue'la! We have every drink in the Imperium and beyond! except for gin...I drank it all."

*He places the glass on the bar.*

"What's your poison?"

YOUR MOST ALCOHOLIC DRINK THAT YOU HAVE. TWO PINTS

"Ah...then you want "The Venom" An odd little thing, a poison originally, Tyranid."

He brings out a large bottle, filled with purple liquid, popping out the cork with his teeth, before pouring it into the first pint glass, reaching for another with his free hand, sliding it onto the bar and filling it to the top.

"Brew it the right way however....it becomes mostly alcohol and a little chemical which speeds up the spread of alcohol through the system."

He pushes the two purple pints forward.

"Dare you take a drink of it?"

*Downs one* I'VE DRANK CHAMPAGNE MORE POTENT THAN THAT! *Downs the other pint, nearly falls of his bar stool* MORE

He blinks.
"You drank it...I'm impressed."

He passes the three quarter filled bottle.

"So who are you Gue'la?"

He takes the pair of pint glasses and put them in the sink.

The door opens slowly, a large figure, covered in a thick dusty robe enters. It's footfalls light for its size.
It sits down and waits to be served.

The Tau walks over to the robed figure.

"What can I get you?"

It doesn't move, but gestures a covered hand towards a glass of whisky.

*takes swigs between sentences* NAME'S GRAIUS. I'M FROM THE CHAPTER OF THE ANGEL'S SWORD... I'M THE CHAPTER MASTER WITH MY BROTHER FYFIAN... BOY IS HE DULL. IT'S FUNNY, JUST THE OTHER DAY I WAS SMASHING THE FACE IN OF A SUIT JUST LIKE DAT ONE... YOU TAU SUCK AT CLOSE COMBAT... HEHEHE

He pours the whiskey in a small glass, all the while announcing.

"Then you never fought Aun'shi, O'Shovah or Me. I began developing close combat tech for the tau."

He walks over pulls out what looks like a pulse rifle.

[My little creation]
http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Pulse-Blade-444128477

"A blade made of plasma my friend."

ISN'T THAT LIKE... AT ODDS WITH YOU BLUR BOYS RELIGION OR SOMETHING? DON'T YOU GUYS LIKE, HATE CLOSE COMBAT OR SOMETHING?

The Tau chuckles loudly.
"No, most Tau are just weak, me? I use a pair of these, it's a damned plasma blade Gue'la it's cutting through most armour."

HEHE, YOU THINK THOSE ARE GOOD? YOU'VE NEVER MET 'BLADE-BREAKER' AND 'TANK-RENDER' *Draws his two dual bladed power axes, (like the one from the space marine game)*

"Space Marine Relics, interestiiing."

He looks over at the hooded man, then walking over.

"So, who are you friend?"

YEAH, I LIKE TO KNOW THE NAMES OF THE PEOPLE I DRINK WITH

"It's... mind your own business" says a rough, old voice.

"Knowing names is my business..."
He pulls out a bottle of premium scotch.
"And this is my nicest bottle of whiskey, Fenrisian I believe...a glass for a name."

WELL AT LEAST TELL ME WHETHER YOU'RE A HERETIC OR NOT?

"Your a heretic for conspiring with xeno, so no, I'm here for my own reasons"

'DAMN YOU MAN HERETIC. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN XENOS AND CHAOS. PARTICULARLY WHEN ONE IS GIVING ME DRINKS *Turns to Ar'Kais* ON THAT POINT, DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE DRINK *Gestures to the empty bottle of venom*

Under his breath.

"Stupid marine"

*swings around* WHAT DID YOU SAY??

"If you stop yelling you might hear something"

I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT I SHOULD BE TAKING INSTRUCTIONS FROM SOME STUPID LITTLE HUNCHBACK IN A CLOAK! *Swivels around* PLEASE GIVE ME THAT DRINK!

"Hey, this bar is no heresy zone....the judge is the railgun security I've set up."

"That took me 5 years to make..."

He pulls out a barrel of fenrisian ale.

"How much is the fenrisian drink?"

AT LAST, SOME DECNET DRINKS THAT I CAN APPRECIATE. THANK YOU BARTEND! *Walks back to the bar, the other side from the cloaked guy*

"The Whiskey, I'll charge a name or a 20 thrones for a glass."

40 thrones roll onto the table.

"Stop asking"

"That'll do it."
He pours a pair of glasses and slides them forward.

*drops a sack of about 500 thrones onto the table* I'LL TAKE THE BARREL

His covered hand grabs the glass.
He takes a sip, carefully not showing his face.

"Good doing business Chapter Master, you know that old jukebox over there used to be a Chapter Master."

"AND LEADER OF A CRUSADE."

"That too."

He takes the sack of thrones, putting them in a safe.

AH, I REMEMBER YOU, WE MET AT THE BATTLE OF ARKHURST XVI! ME AND FYFIAN WERE BACK TO BACK KNEE DEEP IN TYRANID BLOOD WHEN YOU AND YOUR BOYS CAME ALONG TO GIVE US A HAND. THAT WAS A FUN ONE, I REMEMBER RIDING ONE OF THOSE HIVE TYRANTS AROUND WHILST TRYING TO DECAPITATE IT'S TEAMMATES... THAT WAS A GLORIOUS BATTLE

"I'm getting a itchy trigger finger"

"So, by the manner of speech and your accent, you're a human...Imperium and hmmmn, you're experienced in warfare."

"IT WAS, I HAVE GAINED MUCH WEIGHT SINCE!"

*Pours himself another drink from his barrel and swaggers over to Lazarus* I THINK AFTER THAT FYFIAN HAD A LAND RAIDER OF OURS NAMED AFTER YOU. WHAT CHAPTER WERE YOU AGAIN?

"Like I said, it's best not to ask questions"

"I am just making assumptions, correct assumptions."

"THE TEMPLARS OF LAZARUS WAS NAMED AFTER MYSELF, I WAS THEIR FIRST CHAPTER MASTER!

OH YEAH, YOU WERE THOSE ONES WITH THE FUNNY THING ON YOUR SHOULDER PAD... OH MY HEAD IS HURTING NOW... *Drains the remainder of his glass*

URGH... I SHOULD HEAD BACK TO CORINCOTH IV... I'M NICE AND DRUNK NOW, AND I'M SURE THAT FYFIAN WILL BE WAITING... *as he walks out of the door* NOW WHERE DID I DOCK MY THUNDERHAWK?