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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 23, 2010 16:46:38 GMT -5
*A cute little rubber duck appeared next to Hetlan*
"Did thomebody thummon me?"
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 23, 2010 18:14:56 GMT -5
Hetlan looked blankly at Chem "Ahem. This is the person in charge of it. I suggest you change into your NORMAL form. Anyways this is Dragon-Doctor Chem, Chief of the psyker department." Hetlan set down a third glass and beckoned to Chem "Well anyways it's kinda hard to explain so here are the documents." Hetlan threw down a large blue folder.
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 23, 2010 18:35:01 GMT -5
The duck turned into a Primaris Psyker wearing a long green robe and carrying a staff.
"Sorry I'm late for work. I bit my tongue."
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 23, 2010 18:39:42 GMT -5
Hetlan turned a dark green eye on to Chem. A grin broke out on the Daemon-Doctor's face. "Welcome back I trust your training trip to the Eye of Terror was successful?"
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 23, 2010 19:01:17 GMT -5
"Successful, but for the advent of a new 13th Black Crusade launched by the despiccable Abbaddon the Unsuccessful... He plans to succeed this time."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Feb 23, 2010 19:02:11 GMT -5
At this point, a man, of medium build and height, grey-hair clipped back respectably and age worn on his middle-aged features, appeared behind Hetlan, and delivered a stinging backhand to his head.
"Use commas!" shouted Agent Gibbs, before melding back into the shadows.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 23, 2010 19:07:59 GMT -5
Hetlan didn't even flinch at the blow. "I knew there was something missing."
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Post by Kaikelx on Feb 23, 2010 19:16:06 GMT -5
*A cute little rubber duck appeared next to Hetlan* "Did thomebody thummon me?" I may have read that as "A cute little rubber thingy" At that point, I choked on my popcorn. I resumed eating, only to choke again, when out of nowhere, Agent Gibbs came and slapped me on the back of the head.
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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Feb 24, 2010 0:51:57 GMT -5
Galt, taken off guard, juggled the pad and paper before finally getting control of them. He then hurried to write down what RT had said, but then realized RT hadn't thrown him a pen. Leaning over a control lectern, Galt "borrowed" the pencil of a bridge officer and began jotting down notes. The pencil point snapped on the pad as Galt cringed, leaving a small spatter of broken graphite on the paper. "Ah, I take it this isn't just your everyday beer run then?"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Feb 24, 2010 3:52:16 GMT -5
"No Galt. No, it isn't" said Thunder, a cold, smug smile creeping over his features. "Admiral?"
"Ja?"
"Depart..."
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Feb 24, 2010 10:47:30 GMT -5
So... I assume this duck/man is more than just a psyker with a love of Klingons...
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Feb 24, 2010 14:56:25 GMT -5
*stands to salute before high lord Requiem*
Sir, we may have a pants related threat incoming! A member whose name apparently will be 'Jeanstealer' if he joins the forum! I suggest we prepare the defences!
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Post by Kaikelx on Feb 24, 2010 22:58:25 GMT -5
Oh my god.......
No.....It can't be..........
The links.....The bots....they've.....
They've got China........
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on Feb 24, 2010 22:59:50 GMT -5
*Just as Helmian stepped into the room, an inhuman bot rose behind him. Surely it was the work of the tech-sorcerer, ymmot.*
Moderatus infernus! I call the power of infinite death upon you, spamming scum!
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Feb 25, 2010 16:26:30 GMT -5
''Holy God Emperor!''
*I spinned around, starting to empty magazine after magazine of the indoctrination pistol in the bot.*
''It will not die! We need Thunder! Or the ancient wisdom of the pantsnought! ''
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Post by cheminhaler on Feb 25, 2010 17:44:06 GMT -5
So... I assume this duck/man is more than just a psyker with a love of Klingons... A love for Klingons? Dear no.. the Cornish pasties.. *zaps the invade-o-bots with Lightning Arc* *passes Psychic Test <phew!>*
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Feb 26, 2010 2:59:24 GMT -5
Oh my god....... No.....It can't be.......... The links.....The bots....they've..... They've got China........ "Where do you think they come from, Kai!" snarls Thunder, as he unlimbered the banhammer and vapourised the bot into oblivion. "There are darker things than communism, in the depths of the Gobi."
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Post by John_Galt (M.I.A) on Feb 26, 2010 4:06:41 GMT -5
There are darker things than communism Nonsense! *Galt makes a note on his pad to pick up some bot repellent spray from the quartermaster*
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on Feb 26, 2010 21:21:40 GMT -5
*Her sent filled his nostrils and he felt her tender touch on his flesh. He sighed happily and reached out for her, he felt her come closer and he took her in his arms. She was soft like silk and felt so very warm. He looked into her big blue wonderful eyes and saw a twinkle of mischief there that delighted him to no end. He held her tight and whispered sweet words into her ear. She smiled and replied, he could tell she was amused but willing to satisfy his curiosity. He fell back in his throne and held her. She turned to him and spoke...her words gentle and caressing. She kissed him, her lips hot and sweet...he felt like the luckiest man alive...he had found his treasure, his most glorious prize...everything he ever wanted. *Everything I ever wanted is now so far out of my reach... Not anymore... she was here, for now...and he would cherish every minute he had...* ... *Ymmot awoke and broke out into a wide grin, flushed and exhilarated...his helmet lay on the metal floor beside his command throne. She was gone...was she ever truly here? Was he insane?* Hmm...sweet insanity, I would not have it any other way... *Snickers to himself as he leans over the side of his seat and picks up this helmet and puts it on...it still felt wrong to show his face...wrong except for when he was with her...for real or merely in his dreams. It had it felt so very real...he was almost sure...but how? How was that possible, and where was she now?. He calls out for her but there is no response. He looked at the tin star she had given him so long ago, a symbol of his potential as he saw it. Ymmot believed in the power of symbols. This one said he was a hero...but was he really a hero or was he a monster? He had done terrible things...and if he followed through with his plans now many people would die, innocents as well as the unjust. Was it worth it? He said it was to make the galaxy a better place...a better place for who? She was the only person that really mattered to him and her thoughts and desires were hidden...so was he merely being selfish, a monster pretending to be a hero? Ymmot sighed.* Am I a fool Galatea? ... She isn't here.Shut up...I'm done talking to you. ...
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Feb 27, 2010 20:36:30 GMT -5
Hetlan looked down. Then he took two steps back and drew a sword he then turned to face the door. "KONG! GET IN HERE!"
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Post by Ymmot (M.I.A) on May 3, 2010 13:00:59 GMT -5
*The Rocketman looked up at the viewing screen on the command deck of the Leviathan. What he saw was a massive black ball of rock held suspended in a lopsided orbit around a dying star. The inhospitable jagged black world swirled with crackling storms, flashing blotches of deep red and bruised purple under the cover of tumbling clouds. This was it, the end of the line. This was the location beyond the last Jokaero star gate.*
Can't say I like the looks of this place...
*Ymmot said aloud as he paced back and forth in front of the image, cosmic disturbances emanating from the world below causing the screen to flicker with static. How long had he spent traveling to get to this place? Now that we saw it... nothing about it seemed right. Now that he was here he was beginning to have his doubts.*
Well, here we are at last. *Looks up and smiles* It was one hell of a trip wasn't it?
Yes, yes it was...
*She was gone now sadly, but he was sure it hadn't been a hallucination, all of it was real, everything...and though he had come no closer to determining his true purpose...he learned that the best course of action he could take was to simply continue being himself and see where his humor takes him.
*Ymmot puts on his helmet and makes sure it is secure then checks his supply of lunarium for his ray pistol, satisfied he then slips the neural disruptor into his belt and turns to the exit. On the planet below he will learn the secret of the xenos weapon and he will harness its destructive power to cripple the astronomicon. Or perhaps not, it depends on what he finds. Ymmot pauses for a moment then speaks.*
Broadcast our location via astropathic message to the Grammar Gestapo and the Ministry of Pants, I want them to know where they can find me.
*He casts a glace back at the viewing screen and looks at the dark and foreboding planet below.*
Something tells me I'll be needing the assistance...
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Post by ElegaicRequiem on May 3, 2010 13:36:50 GMT -5
*I had been waiting for this day for what seemed like an eternity. The arch-heretic finally realized the futility of his struggle, and wished to turn himself in to our custody. But... something at the back of my mind niggled that it wasn't right.*
Hetlan, Helmian, and... duck-thing, we set sail!
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Post by cheminhaler on May 3, 2010 13:57:33 GMT -5
*Wakes from eternal slumber*
Say what Jokaero?
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Post by Rolling Thunder on May 3, 2010 14:15:16 GMT -5
"Ah...." breathed Thunder, as the swirling nightmare of the warp slowly flickered into nothing, twisting away until it seemed gone. It was never really gone, though...always there. Always lurking, flashing at the corner of your vision. The universe was becoming thinner, and thinner, edging closer towards that halycon swirl of fury and nothingness...or was it just him? His perceptions, altered by too intimate a contact?
"Bah" he muttered darkly, sitting up from his chair and striding away, motioning for Galt to follow. "Grammissar? I trust you are familiar with the tale of Lord Solar Macharius? Pray recount it for me, briefly, before we go planetside."
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Post by Hetfiltrator on May 3, 2010 16:31:47 GMT -5
Hetlan grinned darkly and sat cross-legged on the floor. "Roger that M'lord...." Hetlan slowly unsnapped his chest plate and put on a helmet he was giggling madly as usual. *Note this helmet is sort of like if venom merged with a power ranger's helmet* The mouth cracked open to reveal rows of fangs. "Now where was I?"
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