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10/11/2015 9:57:11 PM
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[i]"Tyranids. A race of foul, filthy xenos that live only to consume all that is organic. They are an unstoppable force of countless numbers. Kill one, and a hundred more take it's place. There is no halting them. You can only push them back. And they will not stop until they have consumed all that exists in the universe."[/i]
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"Maybe I will." He ashes the cigar and puts it back in his mouth.
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[b]the screech was heard again. This time it was much louder, but farther away in the distance.[/b]
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Python looks at Lex then at the wall. "That'll hold?"
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[i]"hopefully it will mask our scent..."[/i]
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"So, how are we gonna get off the planet if our ship's are destroyed?"
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[i]"we can wait for the Imperium to arrive."[/i]
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"I've got a ship in orbit. Hopefully they can send us a gunship."
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[spoiler]Reply in RoB please.[/spoiler] [i]"they have a means for us to get out of here."[/i]
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[spoiler]K[/spoiler] "How fast will your guys get here?"
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[i]"a day. A week. There's no way to tell."[/i]
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"My guys can get down here in an hour. Just gotta get a com relay out."
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[i]"Now that's the hard part..."[/i]
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He nods. "I thought so. My girlfriend's probably worried sick." He chuckles a little, ashing his cigar.
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[spoiler]wait... python smokes?!?!?! Don't let A'Karo find out....[/spoiler] [i]"the signals on this planet are always garbled. Getting a transmission lines will be nigh impossible..."[/i]
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[spoiler]Lightly...[/spoiler] He nods.
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[spoiler]Lightly or heavily, smoking is smoking. And that's something she doesn't tolerate.[/spoiler] [i]"try to get your rest. They will be passing us by soon."[/i]
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[spoiler]... *makes whip sound*[/spoiler] He crosses his arms, while he sits.
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[spoiler]what?[/spoiler] [b]he disembarks from the Centurion armor and sits.[/b]
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[spoiler]<.< >.> Nothin....[/spoiler] "Some nice armor. Where'd you get it?"
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[i]"I got it after spending years working for the Imperium. After the proper training, on how to handle such a machine, I was assigned one by the Deathwatch."[/i]
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"Cool."
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[b]he remains sitting down.[/b]
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He sighes, throwing the rest of the cigar away. He checks his pistol and loads it.
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[i]"Tomorrow we'll head back out. We'll have to be silent."[/i]
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He nods and drifts off into sleep. [spoiler]Skipping ahead[/spoiler] Python wakes, looking around.
