OOC: im alive, yay also, if im ever gone you have permission to proxy me in this RP as you basically look after the gretchin when im afk anyway
OOC: im back though, should not be missing a big fuck-ton of days like that again, but just in case you can bot them as long as they dont die
*the Ork and Gretchin were teleported back to their room, the gretchin dumps the necrodermis bits he had collected on the large ork's work table, the ork (i still need a name for this guy) began to repair his necrodermis chestpiece, and the gretchin went to go take a nap in his little hole in the wall, the ork began tinkering with his choppa and drill thingy, after he was done with that, sparks began coming off of some of the scrap he was messing with, by now he had made what looked like a cruel welding mask and he put it on his head, and raised it to expose his face, and lowered it and raised it again to test the joints, it worked just fine, and at this he sat down on a pile of scrap and started working on a small choppa for the gretchin*
The termagant strode into the lair and paused to look at the writhing hormagaunt. The termagant's mind sounded 'CHANGE, LOUD, GROSS'. It made the decision there and then to hold out on unnecessary evolution simply because it seemed like it would be needed in the coming future. And so the termagant left the other Tyranid to its convulsions. The termagant found a nice spot and immediately activated the bio-construction organisms that were in the floor. The biomass warped and mashed until a "nest" was formed. After this, The termagant laid down in the nest and curled into itself breathing softly. OOC: I think it would be easier if combatants of the same race shared the same space. Plus, I have no imagination of a room (although I assume it is something like the inside of a Hive Ship, so I'm just gonna crash with the hormagaunt.
