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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Wed Jan 10, 2018 9:25 pm

Wiremu was taken aback by this Korrea. Both in looks and presence.

As she gave the information, and turned on her heel, he was left mouth slightly agape, stammering.

"Ah...sorry miss....umm thanks....."

His words trailed off as he realized she was already well in the distance.

He scratched his head, still watching her leave, before turning to walk towards the living habs, glancing back the way she had gone one last time, muttering slightly to himself.

"Faaaark. Im liking these Bastards already...."
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Thu Jan 11, 2018 4:21 pm

Day 1 - Evening Cycle

The Bastards had gathered nearly one and all in the common area of their living hab unit. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. The talk was lively, the food good, and the drink plentiful. The amasec rations in the hab unit were quickly consumed, but that didn't stop certain individuals from digging into their own stash and supplying more. The food was particularly good due to the efforts of Ruaidhri and Uallachan who, when they wanted to, could create truly outstanding dishes for what they were supplied with. When they had access to fairly good items, then they could bake a pie to die for. Of course, 4th squad stayed away from anymore pies. But even they didn't cause a fuss.

Lt. Bishop turned a blind eye to the excesses being taken this night; he trusted his NCOs to make sure their troops didn't get too out of hand. Those who drank too much were escorted by other members of their units either to the lounge area or their rooms to sleep it off. Most stayed around talking, playing cards, watching entertaining vids on the pict-viewer, or smoking a fruit-flavored lho packed hookah.

The evening was yours because in the morning it was business as usual.
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Thu Jan 11, 2018 10:55 pm

The night became a blur as Bazin took more than his fair share of drink. Toreth would have scolded him harshly but now he had a chance to calm down and reflect. Newt was nearby, but he needed a moment of quiet as he thought of his old mentor.

Where was he now?

What would he say about Bazin's exploits?

They were deep questions and provided much thought. He wasn't sure that he cared much for the answers. As he watches the others enjoy their incredible good fortune, he noticed something he hadn't had happen in a while. His hands began to shake again. He clasps them together to steady them, but it was no use.

Eventually, the drink catches up and he falls asleep.


Newt, on the other hand enjoyed herself more. She sat down to play a few rounds of Emperor's hand with an old ragged deck of cards that they had.
"Deal me in." she says, grinning.

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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Fri Jan 12, 2018 10:20 pm

Karsith slid the teeth back onto his chainsword carefully as the ratlings entered in their perturbing glory. He let out an audible sigh as he worked.

"The worst part is how much you love yourselves."

He worked a few more teeth into place and listened to them talk.

"Rook can't help as good as I can. Unless he knows what your friends want. Did you offer to be their pack rats? What do you gain from that? Doesn't matter.

I know how to help you boys. And I want your help in return. I'm looking for stuff, and a little birdie told me you're in the business of finding things."


He finishes the last tooth on his chainblade. He stands and flourishes the blade, pressing down on the trigger and letting the teeth run for a moment before looking through the doorway at Ruaidhri.
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Sat Jan 13, 2018 8:32 am

Uallachan had his long black pipe out and was knocking the detritus out on the floor in the door way. He paused as Karsith spoke and raised his eyebrows.
"You really think that's the worst part about us? That's pretty decent of you mo chara. I've had doe eyed nuns say worse. Some of those had vows of silence too. As the good book says,
'The sin is not to have an exaggerated sense of your own self; its in not realising that you really don't matter a damn. You gotta protect ya neck'


Ruaidhri was sitting cross legged with his gun across his knees and was looking down at Karsith with a look of calculation.
"Our friends you say? And they want something? Sounds like you got some kind of message in here for us."
He shrugged and gave a Uallachan a look before turning back to the beserker.
"You know how it is, cash rules everything about me. Lets say you speak your piece. How can you help us? And what help can we do for you?"
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Sat Jan 13, 2018 3:28 pm

Karsith gave a nod to Ualla, he moved to his locker, setting the chainsword in it.
"Always impressed by your quoting skills."
He said as he made his way back into the room

"I know you're up to some shit. I may have a few words from them to you. I'll clue you in, and keep my mouth shut about whatever obviously illegal shit you're trying, but you gotta get something for me in return."
He sat at the table again, so he could look at both of them.
"I've got three items on the list, you pick what you get me. A nice, fancy set of armor, any weapon with a power field, or a shield. Not just any shield though, gotta be strong, and one I can deploy for cover."

He smiles a little, excited at the prospect of new gear as much as he enjoyed having a good bargaining chip for once.
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Sat Jan 13, 2018 6:18 pm

"WOOOOOOOOOO BOY!"

Stubbs yells out as he finishes the drink in one massive gulp. The big man was getting there, dat was fuh shuh. He had a high constitution for these things...but even so, there was only so much you could drink befuh you ended up on the flo. He laughs and high fives the person next to him, some random member of the Bastards Stubbs had met, who looked about ready to upchuck afta tryin' ta keep up wit tha big man drink fuh drink. 

"KEEP UP BOY, WE AIN'T DONE YET!"

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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Mon Jan 15, 2018 12:53 pm

There was a long moment of silence while both Rattlings looked at each other. Uallachan was smiling but Ruaidhri was expressionless. In the end he shook his head and turned to Karsith again.

"Obviously illegal shit? We've done nothing yet, pure as the driven snow. In any case it doesn't matter. I know who sent the message you received, and if he wants something I can probably guess what that is as well. They mentioned wanting it while we were there. So we need to measure the value of what you are offering against the value of what you want."

Uallachan was quick on the uptake and he leaned in now.
"So if you want this nice set of armour or sword or whatever, we're going to need you to help us acquire this item. We get our hands on that- we'll get our hands on what you are looking for."

Ruaidhri finally smiled.
"Plus if we are all dirty- there's no need for anyone to keep their mouth shut."
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Mon Jan 15, 2018 2:05 pm

Karsith put both feet up on the table and looked at Ualla directly.
"My stuff first, then yours. That's how this goes. If you want my help getting whatever else you need, I'm gonna need payment in advance."

He picked at the dirt under his nails with a long knife.
"Besides, it would be helpful if I had what made me stronger, because honestly my only worth to anyone is in fighting. So, get me something I want, and I'll help you out."
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Mon Jan 15, 2018 2:22 pm

Uallachan let loose a horrible fart and gave Karsith another smile.
"Not a fecking arse of a chance friend. The stuff you are looking for is going to be very difficult to acquire. Proper quality merchandise like that? We'd have to raise some ruccus and do some properly bad things to get our hands on something like a weapon with a power field."

"We laid the deal out for you Karsith. You've stumbled into some information. Information that we need yes. Information that it will take us some time to get ourselves. However no information is ever truly deleted. But you help us and we'll help you. Hell if you need a guarantee you can keep hold of whatever item or servo skull that we need until we get your item for you."

He raised up both hands, shoulder height.
"And I can't say fairer than that. That way we both get what we want. We have a deal?"
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Mon Jan 15, 2018 3:45 pm

Karsith gave Ualla a sidelong glance at his actions, but listened intently. He nods, puts his feet down and leans forward in his seat. "That'll be guarantee enough for me. I'll help, so long as you keep giving me something to gain."

He rose from the table "Unless you want to get a headstart on my end, we'll be waiting until port wander to get started. And I think people are getting drunk without me. We done here?"
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Mon Jan 15, 2018 5:31 pm

Newt sat at the smoky table and looked at all the faces assembled. They were from various squads, but each and every one was a bastard, through and through.

"What're you betting missy? This aint no charity." a gruff guy from 4th squad asked her, lho stick adding to the smoke.
"huh?"
He leans in close, the smell of dried tobac stuck to his frame like cheap cologne. "Place your bet" he says loud enough for her to hear.

She looks at the possible rewards on the table. A charge pack, A mono-edged knife, a frag grenade, some odds and ends. The grenade is what caught her eye. She pulls some of Bazin's gear from her pocket. It was a stimm, she didnt think Bazin would mind, seeing as how he got his ass handed to him by the meat-slab ork and didnt use one.

She tosses it into the pile, and the guy shakes his head.
"We all got some of those lady, gimme all some more and we'll call it even."
"Sorry?"
"More!" he says, annoyed that her and half her squad couldn't hear squat.

She dhrugs, figuring Bazin still wouldnt mind as she chunks the last two in the pile.

"Now, thats more like it" he said with a chuckle.

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After an hour of playing, it all came down to this last game, she had been up, she had been down, but stayed rather even over all. If she lost this hand, she would either have to gamble her clothes or call it quits for the night.

She looks at her hand.

10 of bolters, good....

Captain of navy, also good....

Confessor of ecclesiarch, very good.....

Arch duke of the rogue trader, excellent.....

With anticipation, she looks at the last card, heart full of an excitement. It was a strong and and the only thing that could cause her to lose was....
The mutant......

Her heart sank as she looked at the last card, but she didnt let it show.

"Call" the dumb brute to her right (Who'd had too much to drink) says. And one by one they lay their hands down.

She was last and she lays her hand down, to the echo of laughter from the smoker.
"Haha. 7th squad losses it all. Its a good thing your so good at stealing our gear since you cant hold up your own." he says, loudly so she could hear it.

She looks around the room, Karsith, The ratlings, and Stubbs were close;
Not close enough for her to reply to the insult, however.

She stands and eyes Smoker as she walks off.

This wasnt over. Not by a longshot.
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Mon Jan 15, 2018 6:27 pm

Wiremu had made his way to the living habs, and followed the noise into the common area.

"Oh shiiiiit. Bastards getting crunk in this shit!"

He had gone up to the closest person.

"Mean party cuz! Can you point me at the 7ths NCO?"
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Tue Jan 16, 2018 1:45 am

Stubbs downs anotha drink in a flash, the suds of it attachin' all nice like to the sides o' his big ol face and stubble that be reachin' out ta try and get sum air. He laughs once again, boomin' over eerythang cause feth when you can't be hearin' shit, you be loud as shit. 

"DATS 10 MY FUHREND. HA HA, FETH ME, IT BE LOOKIN' LIKE--"

The big man trails off as he be lookin' at sum sap dat damn well be passed the feth out. No mattuh, he cud always be findin' sumone ta drink wit 'im. He knew dat sumone be up to it. Stubbs scans tha room wit his big puppy-dog eyes, lookin' fur dat sumone. He gets an eyeful of Wiremu as the big brute entahs tha room. Sluggishly, due in part to da drinkin', Stubbs makes his big frame move dat way. 

"YO, YOU LIKE DRINKIN'? FETH THE GUY BE SUPPOSIN' TA MATCH ME DRANK FUH DRANK GONE DONE AND PASSED THE FETH OUT! YOU READY TA JOIN ME?"

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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Tue Jan 16, 2018 7:05 am

Rook opened his eyes, after reflecting on his failed attempt to find a workshop he decided it would be time to find a dealer. He had replaced all his gear when he returned from the failed expedition, but he reached back in to grab the stripper clip of manstopper rounds. perhaps this would loosen some tongues. He wasn't sure of the exact time this ship was running on, but if Stubbs wasn't back to get some sleep then that had to mean it wasn't too late. Come Jeevs. Let's see if we can find someone with some knowledge. They went out to the common area to see Bastards drinking and doing what bastards do best, trying to swindle each other. He watched as Stubbs drained another drink, and by the way it ran down his cheeks as he drank he must have been almost a dozen deep already. His gaze was drawn to a card game and he was tempted to sit and try a hand, but he was a poor gambler at best and diabolical at worst. A moment later and the weapons specialist's comrade was cleaned out and she left without a backwards glance. No, he thought, there is too much chance in gambling. Walking over to Stubbs' table he filled himself a cup and sat down to watch the card game. Between hands, he asked no one in particular Do you chaps know where the Chindits' bunk area is? I'm looking for locals who can show me around this boat. He reached into his robes and held up the stripper clip and looked them all in the eye. If your directions are right, this will be yours. After, I find what I'm looking for. He then pulled out his dataslate and gestured, If you could write it down on here, that would also be grand. I assume you all know your basic letters?
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Tue Jan 16, 2018 11:43 am

Rhone pulled out the magazine and checked the charge; full capacity. With his lips, and a simple jaw movement, he moved the unlit cigar to the corner of his mouth as he performed a quick maintenance check of the weapon.  The compact hellpistol had been pulled from the bodies of the very stormtroopers who made their life a living hell under Commissar Markham back on Hervara. Of course it wasn’t Seventh squad who created those corpses…

“Let me get this straight Phaze. Aside from this, you managed to pull out four suits of carapace, and a hellgun? Not bad you sneaky homicidal shit.  I won’t ask how much lube it took you to keister it all…”

Rhone slaps Phaze on the shoulder before he flips the safety on and tucks the hellpistol in the waistband of his BDU’s. The Sergeant stood up and moved through the crowd of Bastards.  He shook hands, slapped shoulders and the backsides of the occasional female trooper. He moved with a physical power, his steps heavy but precise.  Surrounding him was an aura of charm and a sense of command.  It was that same command that saw the regiment through the worse of Hervara.  But that command was useless without the men and women who surrounded him.

With a jovial grin and booming voice, Rhone points to a plain-faced female bastard.  The woman, originally from the Valhallan 33rd, held an accordion in her hands.

“Oleva…play us something upbeat will you, sweetheart?”

Rhone continues spreading his charm as he moves through the crowded room.

“Korvus, how’s the leg?”  

“Oren, you’d best hide that fuckin’ ear necklace before Sergeant Keppler catches wind of it!”

“Sarella, shaved your head? Looks good on you beautiful…I just hope the carpet matches the curtains”


He finally makes his way to a makeshift table and chairs where Bazin and Newt sat.  Standing behind the two, he clasps each of their shoulders with large, powerful hands. Grinning wide he addresses the whole table.

“These two are deafer than a Grox’s asshole. They can’t even understand the words coming out of my mouth. In fact, I’d wager I could get Bazin to lick said Grox’s asshole if he loses this next hand.”

Rhone puts on a solemn smile and gently pats Bazin as if he just gave some great speech on the young trooper’s accomplishment. Lightly slapping the backs of both of their heads, Rhone scans the crowd, briefly, looking for Seargent Barriks.
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Tue Jan 16, 2018 12:17 pm

[With Rook]

The random Bastards Rook has sat next to wince as his excessively loud voice begins asking about the Chindits bunks. Their annoyance turns to positive anger as he patronizingly asks if they are smart enough to know how to write.

Two of them turn and begin talking to one another, completely ignoring Rook. But not all are that polite.

"Yeah, I know me letters. F-E-T-H O-F-F. What's that spell, you uppidty metal twat? We're having a good time here and aren't at your fethin beck and call."

They then went back to drinking and laughing as a group.

Although Rook couldn't hear a word of it, he could likely get the meaning. The middle finger followed by a thumb to leave should have made that clear.
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Tue Jan 16, 2018 12:21 pm

[With Barriks]

Barriks, 1st Platoon, 1st Squad (1/1)'s leader was standing at a table cheering on two of his squad. Another NCO, a corporal with a thick mohawk was locked in a tough arm wrestling match with a specialist just as brawny. The specialist, a female with her hair pulled back into braids, grinned as she slowly inched the corporal's fist to the table.
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Wed Jan 17, 2018 8:22 am

Ruaidhri nodded his head and a broad smile broke across his face.
"A deal we have then. We both help eachother and we'll both get what we want. Off to Port Wander we go then. We'll follow you in there. No piss up can truly be called so unless we all get royally shagged."

The smile remained on Ruaidhri's face until Karsith had left the room and they heard him up go up the corridor, before transforming into an angry scowl and he let out a low curse.
"Fecking sheep shagger blackmailing us with our own information."

Uallachan's face was restive as he slowly patrolled the room.
"He agreed though. Up to his neck now. Chuckie as they say"

Ruaidhri looked down at his comrade and after a moment of thought he shook his head.
"This stuff really doesn't bother you does it?"
"A dick and an arse, that's what we are Ruaidhri. One to shit and the other to inseminate"
"And only time to tell which."
"In the end a man will play all the parts"

Ruaidhri had climbed down from his bunk and taken a quick glance at the communication panel before shrugging and rubbing his hands together.
"Time to get everyone sloshed to the gills."

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Ruaidhri was sitting cross legged on a table with an empty ammo cannister held between his legs on which he was thumping out a heavy drumbeat that was slowly building in tempo. At the other end of the table was a small figure, standing arms raised which were draped with white sheets blocking most of his frame from view. One hairy foot extended beyond the drapes which stamped in time with the drum beats. A wild shrill whistle suddenly started as another bastard joined in, playing a thin metal rod that had once been a gun barrel. The tune spoke of the wilds, of creatures and spirits invisable to sight which pressed in on this small screw. An unconscious shiver made its way around those seated at the table Its player, a tall heavily scarred woman with an eyepatch and unnaturally grey hair, was staring a hole in the wall opposite with her piercing blue eye while she played. It was noticeable that no bastard was sitting opposite her on the table.
A look of momentary surprise had crossed Ruaidhri's face when she joined in but he was already with the music and had little attention to spend elsewhere.

As the music finally built to its crescendo, the standing figures arms were suddenly thrust down to reveal Uallachan, naked as the day he was born, save a vegetable leaf tied around his waist. His chest was a forest of blond curly hair some of which he had curled into points, and he had painted red stripes across his forehead, down his arms and legs. He swaggered forward as the music surged, his  body writhing like a particularly short snake. As he passed those sitting at the table, he thrust his hairy ass at them.
When he finally finished his route, he turned to his audience and held out one finger, while the other hand disappeared into his leaf. He gave it a couple of seconds, before it returned holding a soft red fruit. Holding this between both hands he raised it slowly above his head as the music built again. As the wild chorus finally broke against the shore, he split it in two and started throwing soft juicy peices of fruit towards those sitting at the table. Some of these missed, some hit faces, but others opened their mouths to receive. Once the fruit was done, Uallachan thrust both his hands to his side and Ruaidhri lifted his hands. For a brief moment silence returned to the table.
"Reborn as bastards that was true. Reborn as soldiers, that is now true. But we were always born to drink and good times!"

A number of those seated looked as if they wished they could be elsewhere but there were various thumps and bangs were heard on the table as well as a clinking cheers.
Ruaidhri was looking with some curiosity at the scarred woman, while still sitting at the end of the table. Uallachan had instead caught sight of Newt sitting at a nearby table obviously playing cards. Holding out one hand towards her he ostentatiously licked the remains of the fruit from his fingers, before jumping down to the floor.
Making his way over to the 7th table he spotted Rhone and the others. It wasn't obvious how, but there was a bottle in his hands as he approached the table. He held it up to the sergeant with an innocent look on his paint smeared face.
"Would you join us in a drink sir?"

The woman had returned her whistle to the inside of her jacket, and sat completely still, an empty glass in front of her. With one movement, Ruaidhri skooched over on the table so that he was sitting in front of her. Placing one elbow on his knee, he leaned forward, chin on his fist.
"That was a rare tune you played there. Where'd you come by something like that?"
The woman's head turned towards him, slow and inexorable, like hatch of a great warship. She stared at him for a long second, before reaching out and gripping the collar of his jacket. She stood up, and at the same time pulled his face towards hers until they were milometers apart.
The bright blue stared hard into the deep green. They breathed in. They breathed out. Ruaidhri breathed in and was suddenly falling as he was casually tossed behind her. Rubbing his head, he watched the back of the departing figure.
"Now who in all the history of the naked angels and cavorting saints, was that?!?"
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Thu Jan 18, 2018 8:43 am

The looks and, probable, low brow responses from those around the table gave Rook his answer. Standing up slowly and drawing to his full height he looked down at the Bastards from 4th. You would do well to keep a Tech Adept on good terms friends. It would be a shame if he were to maintain or work on your gear and it malfunctioned in some way...The weapons and tools of the Imperium are the soundest they've ever been, but the universe is a fickle place. His milky eyes caught each of them before he left, Let's make a deal some time. He bumped the table as he turned, knocking his drink across the pot.
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Thu Jan 18, 2018 10:00 am

[With Rook]

Fourth squad, as a whole, immediately stands and rises to the occasion. Their sergeant, the aptly named "Boils" according to Ruaidhri, is at a counter a few feet away and turns toward the noise. Due to Rook's loud voice from his deafness, more people than those he was talking to heard his veiled threats and curious looks were thrown his way.

The man who had previously challenged Rook looks at him furiously. "You think you're the only Enginseer in the Company? 'The feth out of here before you get hurt!"

Sergeant Boils immediately intercedes before any violence could break out. "What the feth is this then? We are all having a good time and 7/7 has to send over one of its lackeys to get my guys riled up? The feth is this Rhone? Keep your tech-jockey on a leash!"
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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Thu Jan 18, 2018 10:03 am

[The Drink Off - Wiremu and Stubbs Round 1]

Wiremu looks up at the big man.

"Shit bro you loud!"

He looks around. There wouldnt be much finding out anything tonight.

"SOUNDS GOOD CUZ! LEAD THE WAY! CHAAAAHIIIIIIIII"

He gives a thumbs up to the big man, and moves past him to where he seen him sitting.
"Scuse me cuz...", he shifts the passed out bastard off the chair and lowers him to the floor. Grabbing the beer that was in front, he takes up and raises it up.

"WELCOME BROTHERS AND SISTERS! CHEERS!", he pours the beer back, slamming the container down, and looking toward the big man.
"HURRY UP OI!"

Stubbs smiled as wide as his big 'ol mouth could go. He was damn excited to have another drinking buddy. Trouble was...big man hadn't been properly keepin' tabs on just how much he been havin'. 

"FETH YEAH. ANOTHER DRINKIN' PARTNA!"

The big man downs his beer as fast and hard as his big hands can go. Then, he stumbles a bit, reachin' out to steady hisself on tha newcomah. 

"WOOOOOOOHHHHH....THAT ONE BE PHAZIN ME A BIT..."

His eyes go a bit crossed and the new guy is lucky as feth that Stubbs don't go topplin' all ovah him.


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PostSubject: Re: Chapter 4: Godless Prophets and the Migrant Flora (IC)   Thu Jan 18, 2018 11:00 am

Nat had found her way into company pf a few of the other squads - regalling them of the antics and actions of the 7th, a little bit of Artur rubbing off as she embelished the stories

"No gakking about we must have been holding off against a whole platoon of those filthy Sev traitors the cropral and I at the point giving them what for."

A few listeners rolled their eyes some muttering at least when Boyd told a story you could just about understand it so you could ignore the grox shit.

Artur was sitting at a table nearby eyes closed as if he was deep in his cups - although he had barely touched a drop. Something about this still didn't sit right with him - no penal legion got this lucky and that worried him, but he wouldn't spoil the fun of others with his cynicism just yet. He was planning to head back and find his bunk when his ears picked up the 4th squads sargent wailing about something - he opened his eyes and scanned and saw Rook was apprently the problem he shook his head and muttered
"What t' feth as dat las magnet got 'imself inta now?"

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