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I shall be the god of the abyss and the ocean floor.
As lug rounded a corner, he heard the tall tale sound of the Kyne cursing in her native tongue. To no surprise, Lug was belted with a complaint and a punch when he entered the work space. Giving a laugh, Lug said "Oh me bleedin 'eart, don worry nun luv. I'll buy ya the next round the next time we're over 'ere." Giving her a cheeky, tooth filled smile. Moving over to the mech, Lug did a scan over it and saw what Kyne was doing. When she told him what she needed, it just confirmed what he already knew.

Giving her a wave, Lug said "Da boss brought over some new meat on board. A little stringy lookin, but they'll do." Having said that, Lug pulled out a stogie from his case and got to work. Wrapping his big mitt over the crystal casing, Lug pulled and took the thing right out, bumping his finger on something in the process. Giving a curse or two, Lug set it down and peered inside. Giving a hum, Lug knew that Kyne would have to fix the leak as his hands were far too big but he could check on the rest of it.

Tightening this, oiling that, and a little tug here then he was done with what he could do without making it a little orky. Which was a strong urge but the boss told him not to do that anymore. Wiping off the oil on his coveralls, an idle though went through his head as to why he never wore them above his waist. The top was always down with the sleeves acting as a kind of belt. Giving a shrug, Lug just pushed it off with a "It looks cool."

With little else to do, Lug started to pull out the tools that Kyne would need for the repair and set them out neatly besides the crystal casing. Taking a hold of the welder, Lug lit his stogie and took a satisfying drag before releasing it in a billow of smoke. With that little piece of business done, Lug began to tinker with some heavy looking gun that they had found on a previous job. As a mek it was Lug's duty to make stuff more killy, more dakka, and just plain orky. With this gun, Lug was going to do just that.
When push comes to shove, Lug is still an Ork. As such he has several pieces of equipment that make him a little more killy than usual.







Lug doesn't wear much besides his coveralls and tee-shirt, but when he needs to he can fashion some decent armor in a jiff. It will usually involve chains, metal plates, and bolts. The effectiveness of this armor varies with what materials he has laying around.
I'm going to put up my personal rule and say we only post when a certain amount of people post after you did. I go by three.
I am against it to be truly honest.
Yall need Jesus.
That is the plan.
Deep within the bowels of Trade Station Alpha, Lug was hard at work getting piss faced drunk. Staring down his opponent, Lug lifted his tankard and chugged the swill down far faster than the thing in front of him could ever hope to do. Raising his mug high, Lug exploded in hearty laughter when he saw that his opponent chocked and spilled most of his drink onto himself. As lug continued to laugh, the alien in front of him grew angry and hostile. It was only after he stopped laughing that Lug noticed the runt was threatening him. Giving a scowl, Lug was about to teach this runt a lesson before his watch went off and signaled his time to return.

Giving a sigh, Lug said "Oi, runty fing. Zog off before I gotta go 'ard on ya." before moving towards the exit. However before he could leave a bar stool found itself connect and explode onto his back.

Turning dangerously slowly, Lug looked directly at the alien and growled "You jus' made a mistake runt."
It was a half an hour later and Lug was far way from the bar. Apparently the alien could dish it out but couldn't take it, sadly the bar had a new shade of color plastered on the floor... and some teeth. Unfortunately for Lug, the fight burned away most of his buzz and that put him in a foul mood. Picking some paint off his chair, Lug briefly mourned the loss of the fighting juice back on Gromm.

"Now that is a drink!" he thought to himself as the trolley or whatever stopped at his destination. Standing up, Lug left the tram behind and began to head towards the ship. As he got closer to the ship, Lug noticed that a small group had formed in front of the airlock. Upon getting closer, Lug found out that it was the crew. Stepping up to them, Lug said "Toothy grins all 'round! Lug is 'ere ha ha!" with a clap on Yasha's back before turning to the captain and saying "'Ey boss, I gotta go work on that cargo mech. Been pushin dat zoggin fing back fer days now."

Stomping onto the ship, Lug made a passive wave at the new guys and said "Welcome aboard meat!" before laughing and disappearing into the ship.
I'll probably start over with a new god. Manus was my man, but I wanna try something new.
Sure.
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