#6: NO SPEEDPOSTING. OR YOU WILL GET BLAMMED. I've seen and been this kinda guy enough times to know its not cool.
Stop posting every other post, seriously. :|
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i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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Stop posting every other post, seriously. :|
Stop posting every other post, seriously. :|
As already the furthest person from the pod who was still around the pod, Honoria cheerfully ignored the order to set up a perimeter and kept working on hacking the collapsed tree to more manageable pieces. She noted with interest that the guardsman girl had gone to wake the psyker, but he'd rebounded with remarkable alacrity for one unconscious less than a minute before.
Then a mutant just had to interrupt her work. Annoying pest. Sadly, the white-haired tech-priest couldn't get the axe out in time to rip the thing in two... and that left but one option for killing the thing. Well, one option that wasn't to take a surgical chainsaw to its throat, wherever that might be under this... fatty, lumpy mess.
The smell of burning flesh joined the unpleasant atmosphere, as electricity arced through a mechadendrite claw and into one terribly unfortunate mutant. It collapsed to the floor, twitching for a brief period, as Honoria finally finished cutting through the log and freed the axe. It looked like pest control would be taking priority...
Then a mutant just had to interrupt her work. Annoying pest. Sadly, the white-haired tech-priest couldn't get the axe out in time to rip the thing in two... and that left but one option for killing the thing. Well, one option that wasn't to take a surgical chainsaw to its throat, wherever that might be under this... fatty, lumpy mess.
The smell of burning flesh joined the unpleasant atmosphere, as electricity arced through a mechadendrite claw and into one terribly unfortunate mutant. It collapsed to the floor, twitching for a brief period, as Honoria finally finished cutting through the log and freed the axe. It looked like pest control would be taking priority...
They're a guardsman. Probably assumed dead or overlooked because they blended in with the walls.. <.<
It seems more silly to have a second pod conveniently land adjacent to the first.
It seems more silly to have a second pod conveniently land adjacent to the first.
... why not just have them in the same pod and have not said anything? >.>
Honoria gave no indication of having heard the warning, continuing her merry woodcutting activities and carrying yet another log down to the beach. Not yet having been alerted that there was in fact a town to cannibalise for parts--or possibly just get a ship off entirely--she had no inclination to stop just to mess with a bunch of mutants. What did she look like, a soldier? If they came to her, then there'd be charred meat... but until then, she was going to continue doing something useful.
... I also think this is a really weird place to just randomly find mutants.
"Building a raft," Honoria stated, having cut out the first log already and hoisted it with two arms--leaving one to carry the chain-axe. This, at least, should deter any disapproving looks from the commissar as she carried the piece of wood to the beach and dropped it: scavenging from the pod, so long as the Ogryn was kept away from it, could not be improved by her assistance. Once the parts were retrieved, however...
Her solo assault on the next tree was interrupted by a guardsman. A brief once-over showed nothing too remarkable: some jumped-up kid that had gained a promotion and some fancy armour to go with it. Not an officer, though, and all around... dull. Just another generic member of the Imperium's forces, without even 'is a snappy dresser' to warrant any closer interest. Plus, he was obviously brain damaged in some way--asking if she was a tech-priests was like asking if the see was wet.
So she ignored him.
Her solo assault on the next tree was interrupted by a guardsman. A brief once-over showed nothing too remarkable: some jumped-up kid that had gained a promotion and some fancy armour to go with it. Not an officer, though, and all around... dull. Just another generic member of the Imperium's forces, without even 'is a snappy dresser' to warrant any closer interest. Plus, he was obviously brain damaged in some way--asking if she was a tech-priests was like asking if the see was wet.
So she ignored him.
... why would you need to ask if a tech-priest is a tech-priest. The robes and the mechadendrites are a dead giveaway. : |
Oh well, now Honoria thinks he's brain damaged.
Oh well, now Honoria thinks he's brain damaged.
Chain-axes: because secretly everyone wants to be a battle-lumberjack.
Joy, they had the most enthusiastic soldier she'd ever had the misfortune of having to deal with. That was going to do bad things for her peace of mind in the long term; who wanted to deal with noisy military types? At least her uniform was to be respected: clean and well-maintained, which indicated a soldier who was likely to treat her hardware well. That, in the end, was all that Honoria really desired from guardsmen: that they don't damage their stuff and leave her to do more interesting work than basic weapon repair.
With their environment as... bereft of useful tools as it was, there seemed to be few options available for getting off this island. The trees, of course, presented the first and most straightforward option: build something that floated. A ship was out of the question without some actual woodworking tools, but she had a chainaxe, and the bonesaw on the medicae mechadendrite could be repurposed for evening things out.. a raft, if something could be used as a binding, or even several.
Without explaining to anyone else what she was doing, the tall tech-priest headed to one of the trees collapsed by their arrival, and the harsh roar of the chain-axe rent the air as she set to getting usable logs out of the thing. No time like the present, after all.
With their environment as... bereft of useful tools as it was, there seemed to be few options available for getting off this island. The trees, of course, presented the first and most straightforward option: build something that floated. A ship was out of the question without some actual woodworking tools, but she had a chainaxe, and the bonesaw on the medicae mechadendrite could be repurposed for evening things out.. a raft, if something could be used as a binding, or even several.
Without explaining to anyone else what she was doing, the tall tech-priest headed to one of the trees collapsed by their arrival, and the harsh roar of the chain-axe rent the air as she set to getting usable logs out of the thing. No time like the present, after all.
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