tarcain pour the robot a drink and passed it down to him for a secound he thought he had someone from a lifetime before he was a astartes
The Robot, gives a nod and asks; something special, i think its been a lifetime since i last was here. Ill be leavin anytime soon, My body is soon rebuiled and then iam off for the Sacarlic coreworld. so who is the others?
"some friends of mine space wolfs a dark angel some humans and tau heck even a inqusitor and odd robotic xeno (The dalek) heck even former mechincus workers and a hersey age luna wolf." tarcain said --Door The same guant came in again this time having a hole in its head it got up onto a stool point towards the same thing with its claw.
-skarin- "the bug got killed it seems?" -Jeremiah- (just assume he reentered the bar a little bit ago) "a human female you say? where? what does she look like?"
The undead Creature turn his head towards the former mortal, and mumbels to himself; they do let anything in nowadays... yet continues the cold and robotic voice says; Well dear morta... Human ,iam sure that the Creature was a human, but getting my scanners to work properly in here is hard, the blue Bugs did get one proper head shot in on me, but I only saw an figure that seemed Disorrientated... not much to say. Far to muscular to be Eldar, had far to little scars to be Tau... i put Scars in any tau in this sector by now. The Bone and body structure and lack Facial hair suggest Female. May i ask why mortal...em.. Human?
"my wife..... she died, and i thought i would find her in the afterlife, and had almost given up hope, it might be her, where is she? i need to know!" *he said standing up and walking over to the necron, his depression almost immediately forgotten*
Logic states that this calls for some hardcore Tracking. The progress itself is not really that hard due to the Notthing ness around here she will begin to walk in circels. The Radius of this circle is equal to the maximum length of her legs squard devided by the limet of human walking speed. That is.... The pale eksprestionless face of the undead robot seemed anything but proud; ... around here some where... my mind is fryed at the point of time, not really in the mood for any math rigth now. The Alien pours the drink out on himself, most turn into steam. i need more of getting an upgrade on my cooling systems.
OOC: Necrons never had the great social skill, XD The Confused human let out a singel word that echoed within him: what The alien looked at him and anwered: the Location of your wife is unknown. and if that creature is your wife. then she get here at some point in time. like you did. Unless...
Ooc: it has nothing to do with logic skill, its that "blub" means my char sait blub, the rest is explenation and thinking
