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2/21/2016 10:28:34 PM
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'That works. Our Battle Barge isn't the cream of the crop, but it's strong enough to cripple anyone with a mind to attack you.
Helps with orbital bombardments too, if it were to come to that.
On top of that, I've got half a Veteran Company, and three Light Companies on hand in the event a hostile boarding takes place.
Thought I'd offer what i have at hand before we settle terms, let you know whats on the table.'
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"How many men total? And how loyal are they?"
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Edited by Sigmar: 2/21/2016 10:33:43 PM'All together, not counting the Battle Barges crew, 357 Marines. Our crew can handle themselves if our ship is to be boarded, so the men will probably be split amongst both ships. It seems the best option. Loyalty is unquestioned among us, we've never had a man betray us in our Chapters many millennia of existence.'
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"I don't mean to offend you with these questions but I want to know what I'm dealing with. Now if your daughter vouches for you I agree to hire your men to act as security contractors."
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'No offense was taken. Just remember we're here for the research, not money. None of our men, or our people, want for anything.'
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"You want access to the findings then? I might be able to work that out too."
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'We just want a copy of all the research data you have or will have while we are with you. It keeps us from having to come back out here with a research vessel of our own.'
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He nods. "Anything less than top secret you'll have access to."
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'Anything top secret our friends in the Cabal can find out, so it is no issue.'
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He scoffs. "Why do we even try sometimes?"
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'Hiding things from people is a good way to wind up dead, Inquisition knows that better than anyone or anything. And besides, if this is such a peaceful 'research' mission, then why are you trying to hide things with secrecy?'
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"Old habits, you have your people attacked again, again, and again. You tend to play cards close to your chest."
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'Well, not giving people a reason to attack you is another good habit to acquire. Same as not living near people who hate you, that also helps.'
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"Few of those can be completely controlled."
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'That is false. They can be as controlled as you want, provided you have the means and the will.'
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"Controlling people is not easy. Envy is a powerful enemy. And fate is a bitch."
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'Try not to control people, it works wonders. Our home runs perfectly well, and we use a barter system for the gods sake.'
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The man shrugs. "Not every system is perfect, you do the best with the hand you're dealt. We've gotten some terrible cards in the past."
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'Then you need to change your luck.'
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"Tried, only made things worse. Tried again, nearly wiped us out. Left earth because of that one."
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[b]A figure walks out of one of the many cargo-lifts, noticing immediately the Marne talking with Pavel She walks over, as Gorm noticed a different set of armor on her person, as she taps a button on the holo pad in the armor of her right arm, and the helmet retracts [/b]
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'Its about time we found you again, seeing as you don't call home much anymore. How've you been? We haven't seen you in ages.' Gorm walks forward, and offers up a hug, or as much of one as is possible in armor.
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[b]It looked like an awkward hug, considering his size and the armor[/b] [i]"Well, planned to, but then I got picked for his cruiser apparently"[/i]
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'I noticed. One of the Sons saw you in a news report and told me about it. Me being me, i had to check up on you, since I haven't heard from you in a long while.' Gorm pats her on her left shoulder, and she notices he is missing his smallest finger on that hand.
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[i]"Well, the hell'd you do this time? Swear, Gorm, whenever I'm not around you injure yourself somehow"[/i]
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'Went out on a hunting expedition to the north with Sigmar. Killed a couple of Griffins that had been snooping around someones homestead, you know, busy work. Well, it went pretty well up until we cornered the last one, clawed Sigmars face up pretty good, and it got my finger, the bastard.'
