A18 Resh couldn't believe that her idea was actually considered a good one. It made her giddy. Walking alongside her kin and the Ogryn, she said, to no one in particular, "It sure is nice to be accompanied by kin and competence, for once. Good hunting, I'll say!"
OOC: Use the task numbers in your posts, you saw how confusing it got last time they weren't used. They're in the first post for easy reference, as they always have been.
A15 Mulch wandered about the ship, stopping by the Quartermaster he picked up some odd pieces of scrap metal and a welding mask. Course the human sized face guard was too small and weedy for him but with a bit of chopping he managed to get himself enough coverage for his eyes and the rest of his head. Looking upon the metal he had sheared off from the welding mask the Ork got himself a brilliant idea and made it down to their ships forge and maintenance room where he lay about himself with torch and hammer. None too long later he returned to his room with a flat slab of metal covered in Orkish Glyphs. Wandering over to 'Loot' the aspiring Mek boy began looking for a slot to fit it in. The one he found was sadly tiny. "Well das naw propah at all! " Shrugging he set the orkified command chip aside, tearing into the machine-slave with relish to make a proper sized slot for his new command chip. Slotting it in loosely Mulch grinned. "Cannot Compute. Fatal Error. Cannot Compute. " "FATAL?! NOZ LOOT DON'T DIE!" Pulling out the chip Mulch looked on in despair, even his subtle Orkish pschy couldn't force the Imperial Logic engines to work with his master piece. "Uze just gonna need a new brain. " For that he would need a Doc, and a brain....a Squig brain!
A20 Torek followed behind the trio, having not said much on the trip down to the surface. Allow them their escaped slaves, the Kroot was excited for the hunt and it showed as he scanned their surroundings, milky-white eyes searching and clawed hand gripping his sword tightly. Perhaps they won't even require them alive, a great boon to me. Other than the attempted mugger that had pointed what was now the Carnivore's sword at him, he hadn't had fresh meat since he had been stranded on Dreadhaven.
A13 "You better don't, because otherwise I would have to stab you like the last Firewarrior that stopped me because he said my logic was flawed just because I did it for my own good, rather than the greater good." The Tau snapped, taking the Data-Slate and looked through what may have been in the security logs, checking them before showing them to the captain. "Oh.... And if I find out that you installed some kind of sneaky stuff to keep track of me, then I will make sure to damage your consciousness beyond repair." Shi Monat added while reading.
Hangar bay Skitarii was recording young Tau`s face with utter zeal.Her facial expression were changing rapidly.He`ll have to access the Mechanicum Organicsts Genetors logs on Tau.Especially Tau`s puberty and hormones. "Gratitude is not in highest esteem in your bio-circuits?Overly cautious?Thats intresting Shi Monat.For someone your age you sound adept at surviving in otherwise hostile galaxy.I`ll look foward to our mutual cooperation." he snapped the broadcast shut and passed past her toward his room. On his way toward his room he heard the bangs and unique Orkish "language".That monologue audio transmission never ceased to amazed him. He pushed open the almost-wise open doors and saw that the Ork was constantly ranting and raving on the near destoyed Servitor. "Greenskin Mulch...i see that you have obtained...intresting gear."Skitarii pointed at the Orks helmet.
A 19 Deff'ead was happy at the prospect of meeting other orks, he hadn't met many at all during his stay on Dreadhaven. He went first to the bar south of the space port (p/13) and peered through the window, hoping to see the hulking shape of an ork, no luck it seemed. The ork headed up to the markets to look for any greenskins there.
~~ A13 ~~ "You do not even know how old I am, and I know you want to learn more about me. So you better watch out that I do not kill you before telling you all the secrets of a Tau, Machine Man." Shi Monat told the machine, still browsing through the data.
+A17+ Simonias strapped his axe to his hip, the golden lining that crested the dark velvet axe reflected the rooms flickering light and made fire embers dance on the walls. He strapped his autopistol to the left on his hip´, the pistols grip was tightly wrapped with velvet silk, a golden screaming skull decorated the muzzle of the pistol. He stepped out from his room and the door closed with a loud thump behind him. In a swift motion he grabbed his left cheek with his hand, with a hard and precise motion he pulled the hand to the right. A loud crack ran trough his spine as the bones adjusted their position. He ran his tongue along his upper teeth, an evil smirk run over his lips. Impress the puppeteer and seek pleasure at the same time. Some moments later he found himself in front of the captain. With a smooth motion he pulled his hand trough his shoulder long jetblack hair, the left of his hair was trimmed and striped with four razor cuts. ´Ferrelian, I got some contacts in Dreadhaven. I can setup a deal with some local lowlifes that are in need of small-arms.´
Jalp looked down at the Dark Eldar, "i will buy... A ripper gun, if i have.. Money for it, or else.. Flack." He said simply, he wantet his own ripper gun, it was a very nice gun.
