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6/20/2016 1:26:08 AM
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[i]"That, My love, is an ork Snazzgun. It's the most elite weapon an Ork could ever have."[/i]
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The gun was about the size of a heavy bolter, it had three separate barrels. One was used to lob plasma shells, the other two fired large, overzised shells. How the gun held together, it boggled Vaaxius' mind.
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"I'm not going to question why the gun isn't in pieces right now and just hope it can easily f*ck up half the things on this ship."
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[i]"Oh it most likely can. I still feel bad about it though. The ork I took it from literally cried. But hey, at least I've taken good care of it."[/i]
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"It cried? Poor guy..." [b]Vaaxius sighs.[/b]
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[i]"I know, right? Who thought Orks could cry... if I ever see that guy again, I gotta remember to apologize."[/i] He chuckles.
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[b]Vaaxius nods as she looks around, checking for any movement.[/b]
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They were still at the gate, so things were calm. [i]"So, want to go hunt some Tyranids?"[/i]
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"Sure, it's been awhile since I've fought some."
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[i]"Well then, let's go. I'm just gonna switch my loadout a bit..."[/i] He put away his Daemon hammer and replaced it by a heavily modified shock maul, it crackled with electricity. He also switched the setting on his Ork gun so that the plasma is launched out like promethium, acting like a flamethrower.
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[b]Vaaxius switches her Axe into shotgun mode, the four barrels gleaming with energy.[/b]
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[i]"Remember, Vaax. aim low, no head shots. I need my trophies in pristine condition."[/i]
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"I know, don't worry about it."
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[i]"Good."[/i] He sniffed around. [i]"This way."[/i] He began walking down a corridor.
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[b]Vaaxius follows him with her weapon in hand.[/b]
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[i]"So... what's it like? Being a necron?"[/i]
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"I'm not sure how to describe it... When I first became this, all I felt was hatred towards every other race.... But now, I feel normal, well as normal you can get with skin able to shrug off most weapons and the ability to recover from a bolter shot to the face within seconds."
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[i]"So it's like an upgrade, then? Sweet."[/i] He smiles.
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"I guess... I've never been sure how to feel about it..."
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[i]"Well don't feel bad about it. It's actually pretty cool."[/i] He smiles at her. [i]"Besides, I love you the way you are."[/i]
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"You do?... But look at me.... I don't even look like I was a Eliksni to begin with...."
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"Well, you have your arms, your head, your body, it all still looks just like you. Four eyes, four arms... you still look like yourself."
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"It doesn't feel like it....." [b]Vaaxius sighs sadly and looks down.[/b] "I can't stand looking at myself in the mirror..... All I can see is that awful version of myself.... The one that could look at the death of a entire planet along with everyone on it and say, 'They got what they deserved, disgusting inferior beings...'...." [b]She grips her arms and tries to take a deep breath.[/b]
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[i]"Bah, what are you talking about? That wasn't you. That was just... I dunno. But it wasn't the Vaax that's here and now."[/i]
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"You have a point... I guess I'm just trying to cope with what happened..."
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[i]"Well, it's not by going down on yourself that you'll cope. See things positively."[/i]
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"I'll try.... It's been hard to do that.."
