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WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

I always found this one hilarious because Blood Angels are actually my favourite Chapter, and the one I had an army for...

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@Jbcool

Option 3!!!

The Sunday Group

I'll probably wait for the next update, but once we get a small bit more situated in the city/with these guys tailing us I'll brainstorm stuff Manny could do.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

It depends on the place. I don't like most chinese food, but my mall has some great chinese from a place called Man Chu Wok. I used to go to the mall for the gamestop, the bookstore, and the chinese food. But the gamestop left :/
Yet I still go for some good food and stuff to read while eating it!

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

I cannot see it either :0

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Perhaps I misheard him. I'll ask him tomorrow. Though come to think of it, he could have meant Trump's tax cuts costing the U.S. 7.8 trillion dollars.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"Only one way to find out, babe." Neil said, realizing the scans could easily be misconstrued based on a variety of gravitational, not to mention darkspace, factors. He unclasped his belt and and hopped up, a fire dancing in his eyes that promised adventure and not a small amount of danger. "Lonney, bring us in and dock us with the station if you please." He said. Just in case Sayeeda would protest, Neil gave her a wink. "Can't be sure unless we look. Speaking of which...we got an extra one of your submachine guns?"

Looking around, they didn't. But Neil did find a small flamegun that he'd take with him. It was a rare weapon used near the turn of the 3rd millennium. Somehow the liquid-concoction would burn you even in the vaccumm of space, though don't ask Neil how that was possible. Well, perhaps it burned even without the napalm-like substance actually being aflame. Putting on his space suit and hooking on his sidearm and flamer, he then set his rebreather on just in case.

The two of them waited within the cargo bay as Lonney slowly lowered them into position. Hailing the people inside that they were landing wasn't an option, as they had received no reply for a variety of possible reasons. Outside the hatch window, the dead of space stared back at them. Hopefully the interior of the base had people Neil and Sayeeda could converse with. It gave Lonney time to find ways to get into a good RIP tide, because so far they'd come up short on that account.

"Roight lads n' lasses, get yer knickers ready and we'll open up." Lonney announced, the greenlight above them indicating the outer door that would lead to the runway could now be opened manually. "Ladies first, I take it?" Neil asked her, gloved hand on his high caliber pistol. Within, they'd find a long hallway that would lead to the innerhatch that would in turn, lead into the station. Beyond that was anyone's guess.
@Penny

The Deposed Dilemma

Well he felt like he was making progress with her at least. "Ok," he said to her when she said she'd agree to stay. He didn't know where else she would GO, but hey, progress. "Here, I'll get you your medicine. It's not going to taste good, and you'll need some different ailments for your wounds." He sighed, and stood up. "But for now it's a good start. Humphrey you keep her company while I prepare her medicine."

The dog boofed aloud, and happily sat next to Ferona while Berek put the medicinal brew into a wooden cup, placing it by her stew. "You can take my bed for the next week or two. I have a cot I can take. Tomorrow I'll need to get to work on my contracts." He smiled. "It's good to meet you."

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"Well, there's no harm in checking to see if there's certain paths that are cleared in the RIP." He said to her, and when he felt like she might not entirely understand what he meant, he fished in his pocket for a holodisk, placing the coordinates of it to the system they were currently in. Stopping for a moment, a small image of the system, including Fornax and its sister planets, as well as the asteroid belt appeared before Sayeeda.

"I'm not an expert, but in RIP travel, there are never certainties on whether you can make it to your destination, but neither is there ever a certainty that you can't." He explained, and then pointed at a section of the asteroid belt. "Now, if we were feeling frisky we could head out here to one of their outposts on the belt. Outposts are generally located where the RIP is the calmest, therefore the easiest to travel."

He gave Sayeeda a wink, turning off the disk and slipping it back into his pocket. "So, maybe we can check with Lord Cho-Lan to see if we can get a contract to go and see what's happening out there. They're bound to have radio silence. If we can find a way through the RIP, we ship the cargo. If not, we come back here and get paid for reporting in. Sound good to you?" He asked her. To be honest, he'd much rather have gotten laid than all of this nonsense, so he wanted to bleed this planet for all its worth.

"Fine, we'll make contact with this Cho-Lan and see if we can convince of this little scheme of yours" Sayeeda said, giving Neil a light push. Neil grinned. "You can just say you're impressed. I don't bite."

They wired themselves to the public access channels of the Cho-Lan district, and after a lot of hassle with people who wanted to feed Sayeeda and Neil with enough bullshit to try to deter them from speaking to their boss, they were patched through. The man sounded completely tired at the moment, but it only took a few minutes to convince him of their plan to check things out. He offered 2,000 Terran credits, which wasn't too bad, though a little more might have been more apt for someone who was getting a risk free line of sight thanks to them.

"Let's haul this cargo first." Neil said once they made it to the hanger, entering the custom launch codes so they would be given leave to exit the atmosphere. He headed out of the opened cargo door and was just about to begin unloading when he noticed something odd about some of the crates. "Is this Coffee!?"
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

I think you're misreading or misunderstanding. First there was no actual evidence that the problem was a lack of policies. Which is why there was a discussion over it.

Catchamber: Making better policies would help.
Andreyich: I doubt that.
Me: I think they would help, though not solve all of it.

I don't see where you lost us. No one said "I think solving problems solve problems"

The Sunday Group

@Naril mine is hunter, trainer, ranger, master and you changed yours to tinker, builder, hacker, thief.

@jasonwolf

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