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 It had all started so well.. We join our crew as they hunker down behind an overturned buffet table as yet another pulse rifle blast smashes against its scorched top. Laying against it, laughing like a fool as he wields a still smoking bolt pistol in one hand while the other keeps his guts in place, is Lord Honoré de Balzac, and about him lay numerous finger foods and foppish snacks. "Showed that blue buggering buffon what for! Ha, that was a good line, isn't that right, Jasper?" He coughs wetly and grins, his teeth turned pink by his own blood, and the man struggles to get back to his feet. "Let me have another shot at them, bloody xenos will pay for ruining my good blouse!" Fifteen minutes prior  Lord Honoré de Balzac, diplomat extraordinaire It was a simple enough mission. The Tau had found some sort of artefact that they knew would be of some value to the Imperium, and so had sent out feelers to find someone, ANYONE who was keen to haggle with them. And their messages had reached one Lord de Balzac, a man with centuries of Imperial diplomacy behind him, and he in turn had reached out to a Lord Crassian, the very man that hired out his old ship to a new crew to run missions for him. And so it was after picking up the good Lord at his manor that the officers of The Fist of Terra took to the planet Ominous, a paradise planet and resort that had fallen under the governance of the Tau empire. There, the Lord and his hired crew met with the Tau commander L'Oreal to discuss matters of negotiation and diplomacy over dinner, and what a feast it had been. The food smelled wonderful, and the Tau had prepared delicacies of the Eldar (but not as well as the Eldar, as any Eldar would claim) and the orks (which mostly accounted for 'lots of red meat'), and had selected fine wines and spirits to be shared. Commander L'Oreal was pleasant, friendly, and very accepting; in trade for the relic he had found, he simply asked for provisions and supplies for the former Imperial residents of the planet. The Lord, in response, ate heartily, nodding and smiling. On the flight over, he had not shut his yap about the glory and the honor of recovering a prize for the Imperium, and now, he was full of himself in most every way. But matters took a turn for the worst, and in usual idiot noble fashion, the Lord had lost his temper over being served the wrong wine with his meal. He had grown angry and obstinate, ignoring the Commander's pleas and apologies and even ignoring his own crew. When the Commander had followed him to the buffet table, offering him profound apologies. He had turned to the Commander, giving him a dar smile. "I do not negotiate with tau-orists." Then and there, the Lord drew his bolt pistol and shot him square between the eyes, and it was at that exact moment survival instincts kicked in for the crew as they barrelled across the room for the Lord. The Commander's honor guard had reacted quickly, and a single pulse rifle shot had struck the Lord in the gut, sending him tumbling over the table, wherein he grabbed the sheet and dragged half of the food down with him. Moments later, the crew had joined him, diving or circling around the table before flipping it to grant a moment of cover. Back in the present. With Lord de Balzac struggling to his feet and the Tau slowly advancing their fire, there doesn't feel like much time to act. As the Lord pales, Jasper and the others realize that their paycheck rides squarely on this noble specimen of Imperial nobility surviving. Wonderful. Welcome to RT! The tau are already shooting you, react how you please! Particularly to the stuff leading up to the situation.
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Gonna make this easy for you guys, just go ahead and post your full sheets with your first post, if you haven't already. If you wanna prebuild a combat block by all means! But post your full sheet too. e: Initiative as follows: D'Jasper 7 M4X 8 Murdah 5 Quintus 5 Elana 16 Eadian 15 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774621/ Rolls applied straight down the line to your Agi Bonus. Tau A 7 Tau B 12 Tau C 8 Tau X 9 Tau Y 10 Tau Z 4 Tau 1 3 Tau 2 6 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774637/ Post up soonish. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 17:14 on Feb 11, 2015 |
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As the Tau begin opening fire, Elena realizes how precarious her position is out in the open. Naturally, as an Eldar, her reaction time is inhuman, and she quickly rolls out of the way of incoming fire, drawing her blade and lunging forward, burying the blade to the hilt in a tau's stomach. Taking a step back, she twirls, lashing her foot out and kicking him in the side of the head, causing him to stumble and turn; she uses the imbalance to launch herself over the tau, grabbing her blade and standing ready amongst the Fire Warriors. Eadrin sticks his head out from behind cover, his hellpistol drawn; he levels it and fires twice, both blasts catching another fire warrior square in the chest. The first hit sears through the alien's armored breastplate, and the second strikes square in the same spot, staggering the tau and making him drop his rifle in shock. He doubles over, grasping his chest and making strangled noises of pain. The two soldiers nearest the stunned tau step forward as one, firing a salvo of shots at the crew behind the table. Most of the shots sail over the top of the makeshift cover, while others punch deep holes in the ancient, reinforced wood. M4X, meanwhile, keeps a level head as he helps Balzac make his internal organs internal once more, deftly suturing and applying a layer of synthskin over the massive wound. As he does, he lifts his head to take stock of the battlefield, his shoulder mounted las weapon popping up with his ballistic mechandrite. He quickly eyes in on a few tau and thinks the simple command, looking back down to his patient. The two pistols hum menacingly and then open fire, rapidly discharging a great deal of energy. One bolt in particular punches clean through the breastplate of one of the warriors, the residual energy rippling and setting fire to his ammunition. Two others are knocked clean off their feet by the force of the bolts, knocked out by the wind being forced from their lungs; as they fall, one of them bursts into flames. Combat pauses for a moment, as all eyes turn to the standing tau who crackles ominously with flame; he looks down as he sees his pulse clip heating up, and he looks up with a sad, horror filled face. "Meep." The ammo explodes violently, and unmercifully all but one tau hit the ground in time to avoid the blast; the only one who is hit is the one stunned by the seneschal, and he is thrown back several feet before impacting with the wall, slumping into unconsciousness. D'Jasper, finally getting in close to Balzac, simply draws his gun and shoots the idiot noble out of spite; fortunately, Balzac only feels the round clip his leg, and he gives the trader a weird look. "Careful with your fumbling there, Probincrux! Blast it all, shoot the bloody xenos! Oh, jolly good, the Astartes is closing in!" Quintus, meanwhile, saunters smugly into combat, bringing his crackling force blade around in a powerful slash. The wiry tau that had just been climbing to his feet is cleaved neatly in two, and for a moment his ammunition crackles ominously; Quintus, however, snuffs the flame with his mental powers, before turning his attention to the remaining tau. Still quite a few of them remained, and two of them opened fire on the marine and the elder. Elana, for her sake, is able to deftly weave her body through the oncoming fire, approaching her attacker; Quintus, meanwhile, merely deflects the pulse blasts with a psychically sheathed hand. Still, six more of the aliens were readying their rifles, and even the marine was uncertain how he'd handle so many of the piercing blasts. At least, until a resounding WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH filled the room as the ork mekboy, Murdah, clambers onto the makeshift cover. His snazzgun hangs in his hands, and his eyes gleam with the prospect of dakka, and by Gork and Mork, he delivers the dakka. As the gun begins to rattle and roar as both barrels spit hot lead, Quintus and Elana hit the floor, covering their heads; the mekboy finds his aim hard to maintain and he begins sweeping the gun from side to side and in odd patterns, filling the air with slugs. The tau are wholly unprepared for such a stupid and base display of raw firepower with no notion of accuracy or tactics, and as such they are caught flatfooted; those left standing stagger back as their bodies are riddled with metal slugs, their bodies jerking as slugs strike their armor or rip through it. After a moment, the snazzgun stops firing, clicking as the barrel glows orange and smokes. There is a moment of silence as the tau continue standing, before crumbling to the ground; all but three tau are dead, and one of them is now fully on fire and likely to die from the flames in short order. Balzac slowly peers over the edge of the table, surveying the carnage. He barks laughter and stands, holding his stomach and wincing. "Ha! Exactly as planned! We have some left alive we can interrogate! Perfect, perfect!" He smiles, placing his hands on his hips and looking far too proud for a man who was just gutshot. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774660/ Elana HITS, 10 damage, and flips her poo poo 10 - (6 AB - 5AP) - 3 TB = 6 damage, Tau B at 6 wounds http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774661/ Eadian MISSES http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774662/ Fate point reroll, hit! 11 and 8 damage 11 - (7 - 6) - 3 = 8 damage 8 - (7-6) - 3 = 5 damage, CRIT TIME http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774690/ Tau Y is stunned http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774673/ Tau B and Tau X MISS http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774682/ M4X succeeds on Medicae and patches up Belzar to full health, while his gun arms shoot over the cover. All 3 shots land from both guns. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774683/ THREE RIGHTEOUS FURIES http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774684/ Two confirm http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774685/ PILE ON THE DAMAGE 25 - yeah this poo poo doesn't matter, he ded 6 - 0 - 3 = 3 damage 8 - 0 - 3 = 5 damage 22 -4 - 3 = 15 damage 5 - 4 - 3 = nope 14 - 4 - 3 = 9 damage http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774693/ Tau ammo explodes, 1d10+5 damage to ALL TAU http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774695/ the tau, untrained in dodge, all dodge it, except the stunned one http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774696/ 13 - 6 - 3 = 5 damage http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774698/ Stunned tau is knocked off his feet by the crit, takes 4 levels of fatigue, and is unconcious. Poor rear end in a top hat. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774700/ Elana does not dodge. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774701/ oh wait yes she does http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774705/ Crit on Tau C knocks him out from fatigue http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774706/ Crit on Tau X knocks him out from fatigue, annnnd he's on fire http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774709/ D'Jasper deals 9 damage with his pistol 9 - 0 - 5 = 4 damage, Balzac thinks he's an idiot who can't aim http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774710/ Tau A and Tau 2 hit some poor fuckers 18 9 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774712/ Elana dodges Tau A 17 9 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774713/ Quintus Dodges Tau 2 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774714/ Quintus MISSES http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774715/ Quintus HITS 20 - 0 - 3 = 17, yeah he blow up http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774716/ he does not blow up http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774728/ Murdah lands all 18 hits http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4774756/ yeah this fight is done Tau Y SO STUNNED/11 Tau X -6/11 stunned, on fire
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"Hm? What was that, chappy? I di-" Before Balzac can turn, a radiant blast of energy comes from the outstretched fists of D'Jasper, cutting him off mid-sentence. For five seconds, D'Jasper holds the firing triggers in his palm down, releasing a constant stream of raw power; he stops only when his bracers begin to overheat. He curses softly as he shakes his wrists, trying to cool the bracers. Balzac continues standing for a moment, his hands on his hips and only a thin wisp of smoke rising from his shoulders where his neck and head would be; a smell of cooking flesh fills the air, with the flesh and blouse still crackling and beginning to catch aflame, and then the body simply keels forward, crumpling to the ground. The ceiling and wall beyond were the man once stood are now scorched, with lighter scorching making a perfect silhouette of the now dead noble's head. On the floor, one of the unconscious tau crackles sympathetically with the deceased noble, at least until Murdah dumps cold water on him to put him out. M4X, Quintus, and Murdah gather up the limp rag-doll soldiers, and try to discern the best way to interrogate the unconscious. Murdah, being an ork, knows the best way to get a git's attention, and cracks one of the tau across the face with the back of his hand. The soldier slowly comes to with a start and takes a moment to realize he is being held up by an ork, and immediately starts to panic. "Meep meep! MEEEEP! MEEEEEEEEP!" The last meep is half sobbing, and it only takes another soothing backhand to calm the creature down. The tau, whose name is Ch'ad, spills what little he knows of the purported artifact. It is still being held in a research base not too far from the dining hall, with minimal security; he has never seen it himself, but the higher ups believe that since it is ancient technology, the Imperials would gladly trade anything for it, and had ignored his advisor on the possibility that, instead, the Imperium would destroy the colony for it. So far, this has been only the fourth attack on the colony in an attempt to claim the artifact. He practically begs to not die, offering to join the crew and train them in the ways of the fire warrior, so long as his buddies T'odd and Ro'ss, the two currently being held by Quintus and M4X, join as well. He speaks of the fraternity he shares with the two soldiers, sniffling in spite of having no obvious nose.
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The terrified Ch'ad meeps frantically; while he understands Gothic just fine, he certainly can't speak it, and only speaks in the dulcet meeping of the Tau language, which is translated with a half-second delay by a translation device. The resulting effect is fairly annoying, but effective. He and the others go on to inform the crew that they were, in fact, the only guards assigned to the delegation, because absolutely no one had expected the diplomat to turn out to be batshit insane and looking for any possible reason to start shooting aliens, in spite of decades of interaction with the Imperium. He and his brothers were the only Fire Caste sent to the resort; it was all supposed to be a smooth transaction, but the research facility is manned primarily by Earth caste, with a small Battlesuit detachment. The three tau would be more than willing to vouch for the trader and his crew's role in the slaughter, if only to avoid having to deal with the ork or marine in melee. Murdah, with an armload of pulse rifles, steps out into the hallway beyond the banquet hall, and finds the tau's words to be true; he in fact stands in an expansive hallway that leads to the lobby of a fairly fancy hotel, where a water caste receptionist is currently peering out from behind the counter with a look of reluctance and fear. Seated not twenty feet away is an Imperial noble laden with platinum and gold cybernetics, who sniffs in derision at the sight of the ork before sipping his drink. "Bloody tourists. They need to stop giving away free trips to this resort." Next to him, an incredibly bored looking woman leans her head back against her chair and murmurs a non-committal agreement, her eyes covered with a handkerchief. There is, of course, another buffet table, ready to be ransacked, but no sign of any kind of security. He spies what appears to be a janitorial work room, as a tau maintenance drone hovers out. Following his weird orkish counterpart, M4X finds a computer access point designed by the tau near the reception area, and wastes no time in simply breaking its spirit to his bidding. He quickly finds the information he needs, and finds it coincides with the information the three survivors had given him; the facility itself was but a few miles out from the resort, and located underground, a fact they had either neglected to mention or had escaped their minds due to the sheer terror of imminent death. He finds the facility only goes down about two sublevels, and he notices a heavily encrypted file regarding an object on the second sublevel. In spite of his best attempts, he is unable to crack the encryption, but he at the very least figures it must be the object they're after. Taking a look at the facility roster, he finds that there is really only a small handful of living tau manning the facility; the rest is more of a ledger of the active drones on base, and a detachment list of six fire caste and two battlesuits. When he pulls his MIU from the terminal, the alien machine spirit within screeches out in indignation and pain, and the screen cracks with a weak pop; the receptionist sinks further behind his desk, trying his best to simply disappear. A moment later, the same drone that Murdah had witnessed arrives to the scene, and with a low, sorrowful bloop begins working on the terminal to repair it. Murdah finds approximately 8 pulse rifles and a few pulse pistols and grenades, which I assume, as an ork, he has no intention of sharing.
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The receptionist avidly tries to avoid eye contact with D'Jasper even as he is being addressed, hoping beyond hope that the loud man will forget he exists and just leave. When the other loud old man appears, the relief the receptionist feels is almost palpable; he gets to work ordering up transport for the guests, not noticing as M4X and Murdah make use of the maps M4X had found to make their way to the garage. Quintus, seeing the ork leaving, excuses himself from the trio of nobles to keep an eye on the xeno, leaving Elana to decide between staying with the old, jabbering humans or follow the other three who are more likely to get up to something interesting. Regardless, two of the three surviving tau soldiers follow M4X and Murdah, if only because they recgonize them as two powerful people that did not outright kill them. Ch'ad stays behind, to help guide D'Jasper. After a few temporarily locked doors, M4X and the others find themselves standing in a massive parking facility, primarily containing the vehicles of the guests staying in the resort, as well as rentals suiting most imperial tastes. However, it is the Devilfish (likely used by the now deceased fire caste) in the far corner that catches the eye of both admech and ork, and the two make their way quickly to the vehicle. Quintus notices a tau attendant leaving with a vehicle, likely the rental intended for D'Jasper, Eadin, and Dino. Murdah easily makes his way through the door lock on the Devilfish, and finds himself staring at a bright blue console with an array of buttons, levers, and gauges for him to completely gently caress up. He, by either sheer luck or possibly the innate intuition of orks, opens up the troop loading hatch with his first button press. The hatch lowers to the ground, and the space within allows for Quintus, Elana, and the fraternity of Tau to sit with some comfort; M4X, in the meanwhile, climbs into the shotgun seat to monitor Murdah and inspect the xenos console himself. There is faint protest from T'odd about the ork driving, but he shuts up when he realizes the ork could probably fly the thing fine and also smash his skull in with a punch. Up front at the reception desk, an actual, honest to Emperor rickshaw pulls up, driven by a tau and pulled by several drones. The tau attendant steps down and opens the door for Eadin, Dino, and D'Jasper to climb in, giving them a very forced smile. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 18:15 on Feb 25, 2015 |
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With the knowledge he has gained from the tau's tourist terminal, M4X knows exactly where to go. T'odd is more than happy to take up the wheel and follow the explorator's directions. The devilfish carefully banks out of the garage, and whizzes past the rickshaw containing the Inquisitor and the Rogue Trader, who are busily yelling at the poor drone pulling the device. Ch'ad sits slumped between them, his chin in his hands, trying not to get involved. For the team in the Devilfish, the travel takes less than 10 minutes, but they find themselves waiting another half hour for the rickshaw to make it, and by this time, the poor tau soldier looks like he's on the verge of willing himself into death. The officers now stand before the sloping, angular roof of the tau research center, and standing at the door is a pudgy looking xeno with leathery skin and a bird-like face; it wears an ill-fitting uniform similar to that of the arbites, and wears a helmet much too large for its head with a translucent visor. Currently, the xeno is bent over next to the trashcan by the door, rooting through it and cawing appreciatively when it finds something interesting, before snacking on it noisily. M4X notices that the entrance they have arrived at is for some sort of tourist trap, a museum of the planet and resort's history, interlaced with information on the Tau Empire; from his previous access of the tourism board's databanks, he finds he already has access to the recording for the walk-through tour, and notes on his internal map that the door leading to the proper research facility lies within the tour itself.
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Security Kroot lifts his head from the trash can with half a ploin in his beak, and starts to speak until he catches sight of Quintus and gives a double take. He immediately drops the ploin and any steel in his spine melts away as he realizes he has the unfortunate job of dealing not only with a space marine, but an ork, an eldar, and one of the robotic humans which, in the bank of his mind, he hates simply because he can't eat them. Quintus can tell the kroot's first instinct is to draw and fire, but all the poor creature has is some sort of communications device, and the air of terror and defeat on the xenos is palpable. It takes a moment for Quintus to catch the faint, foul scent in the air, and he remembers from his hypnodoctrination that kroot release a foul stench defensively when startled, stressed, or simply for their own amusement. T'odd gives a confused look to M4X and D'Jasper and is for the moment all shoulders. He points out all of his equipment was stolen by the ork, and that for the most part, their communicative devices are within their helmets and, as emergency backup, their rifles. He does, however, know where the entrance to the facility is, and the simplest thing would be to purchase entrance from the kroot to the museum and split off from the tour proper. He, however, has no money, and he proudly proclaims his people see no need for such base things as currency, but in spite of this, the resort charges proper thrones for entrance, and so the end result is an additional ticket that may need to be purchased for yet another hanger-on. He also very politely corrects D'Jasper on the fact that his name is T'odd, and not Umbubu, and that he is sadly unmarried. The poor soldier seems a little affected by this last admittance; there must be a story there, though it is highly unlikely D'Jasper has any sort of sane empathy. Murdah, meanwhile, finally gets a good look at the signs around the building, and what particularly catches his eye is that the facility has an exhibit showcasing the wondrous technological advancements of the Tau race, from start to current, with military examples as well. If he were literate, this alone would excite him, but on the sign with a starburst to highlight it is a trio of crisis suits, including the siege-oriented XV88 Broadside, which he does not know the name of but knows it shoots anchors into the ground and then blows things up beautifully. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 15:29 on Mar 12, 2015 |
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With the bolt pistol shoved into his face, the kroot gives a panicked, strangled noise in the back of its throat and presses itself up against the wall, looking for an avenue of escape. The stench is momentarily stronger before it dissipates, a look of strain on the xenos' face; it seems to be trying to control itself to not further anger the towering space marine. When D'Jasper tries to ease the marine off, the bird nods vigorously and gestures towards D'Jasper. "Listen to smart man! He smart! Very smart, and wonderful!" The kroot tries desperately to smile but with its weird beak face it doesn't really work. At the urging of M4X to step aside, the kroot seems to bolster slightly, about to speak as he's trained, before his eyes dart back to the pistol aimed at his head. He swallows hard and meaningfully steps to the side, tucking his hands behind his back. "Er, welcome to the Tau Museum of Tau: History of Tau! Tour pamphlets inside by gift shop, cheap rental of voice box giving voice tour!" He looks at the ork in confusion as he is given what is a double handful of teeth; he stands there, looking completely lost as the ork opens the door and saunters inside, with the others following with him. Quintus steps back up to the kroot and pulls the trigger on his pistol, though the very action of the librarian approaching with pistol raised once again sends the kroot backwards into the trash can in a dead faint. The gathered teeth scatter about him, and with his conscious control over his glandular problem disrupted, there is a faint whistling as the air becomes fouler than anything the librarian has ever experienced. Putting his helmet on and sealing it as quickly as he can, the marine joins the others inside of the museum. The lobby that first introduces the museum is incredibly spartan, though it does have a few posters and a single, cardboard stand up of an XV88 Broadside pointing the direction towards the 'History of the Glorious Supreme Technology of The Tau and Mechanical Defenders of the Greater Good' exhibit. The museum itself seems to be round, with a path through the center so people can check out the exhibits from any angle they wish. Sitting rather boredly at a recessed counter nearby is yet another kroot, this one wearing a billed cap, an apron, and a name badge saying pre:'HELLO, I AM
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Omuto lowers his magazine slightly as he raises his head, a look that mixes contempt and boredom upon his face. He glances down at the weapon and then at the ork's business card, keeping his hands firmly upon his magazine. He stares at the ork with the intensity one can only muster from a life time of retail or service industry work. When D'Jasper joins in, the kroot slowly makes eye contact with the noble, and after a pregnant moment of silence, he sighs, putting his magazine down. The kroot picks up what looks like to be some sort of shortrange telecommunications device, punching in a short code on the main console, all the while giving the two entrepreneurs a look of complete disdain. After a moment, the faint music inside the museum quiets, and when the kroot speaks, his voice comes over the speaker system in the building. "Manager to gift shop; manager to gift shop." He sets the phone down back in the cradle and picks his magazine back up, opening it to his saved spot. He makes a faint nod towards the rows of apparel, never looking up from his magazine; his voice is still bored and distracted, and a tad bit condescnding. "Many apologies for your level of service, friend. Please enjoy a complimentary item from our gift shop while we await the manager. Thank you for visiting the Tau Museum of Tau." He reaches under the counter and produces a candy, peeling the wrapper off with practiced ease and tossing it into his beak.
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The kroot simply rolls his eyes as the space marine begins to break poo poo just to be an rear end in a top hat. He sighs, shaking his head as he mutters, "I'm not paid to deal with this. I'm going on my break." He stands up, tucking his magazine under his arm, and pauses when the ork apologizes to him. Omuto just shrugs, turning the sign on the counter from OPEN to CLOSED, and walks off in the general direction of presumably where the break room is. A few minutes pass, before another kroot, this one wearing horn-rimmed glasses, a tie, and a loin cloth approaches the shop. He hesitates, seeing the broken goods and the large crowd, and takes a moment to adjust his dangling tie, before walking over with a pronounced stoop. "I am Sarkskin, Manager of Goods, Manager of Ancients. What may this humble one do for you?" He warily eyes the ork and space marine, before turning his attentions fully to the normal looking humans that he is most accustomed to. "Would complimentary ashtrays help? Please, take an ashtray. Is that all we need? Very good, I will yell at Omuto now." He smiles toothily, before moving to shamble off again. Housing bullshit, game went on back burner, apologies! John Dyne fucked around with this message at 16:43 on Apr 6, 2015 |
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