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6/24/2016 1:12:41 PM
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[spoiler]Alrighty then. This one's a bit brutal, but it is 40k, so, yeah. Also, combat.[/spoiler]
I took a moment to catch my breath, before quickly rising to my feet.
Blackburn had the cultist in a chokehold, but it was repeatedly elbowing him to free itself. Not on my watch. Pulling out my bayonet, I rushed over, plunging it into the fücker's chest.
"Send me a postcard," I said, twisting the knife and shoving it deeper, not letting go until I was sure it was dead. Then I pulled back, and Blackburn dropped it like a sack of potatoes. Crouching down, I wiped the blood of my bayonet on its rags, before standing back up and sheathing it.
"Thanks for the save, there." I said as I walked over to my lasrifle.
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It proved correct, no one bothered him.
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Eventually, I sat back, my plate and bowl clean. "Thanks for the food. Mind if I crash here for the night?"
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"So long as you don't bring those xenos or cultists and if Blackburn comes in here he doesn't start anything."
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"Can do," I said. I might have said something witty, but I was tired, and had obviously already pissed this guy off enough. Best to not push him further.
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He leads him to his room and leaves him the key, and heads back down to his bar.
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I opened the door to observe my lodgings for the night.
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It was a plain room, a bed, some dressers, a chest, a chair, and a desk.
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I sighed as I locked the door behind me, finally letting the reality of my future hit me. I wasn't going home anytime soon. Upside, there was some really cool shit here, if I lived long enough to get my hands on it. Downside, there was a LOT of shit that was bound and determined to make that endeavor difficult. I shook my head to disperse my thoughts. I could consider it tomorrow. Right now, I needed sleep. I considered taking off my flak armor, but decided against it, only taking off my helmet. I'd be more prepared if something happened, and feel far more safe, if I kept the majority of it on. With that, I laid back on the bed, putting my helmet to my left and my lasrifle to my right, and shut my eyes.
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[spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yeah, I'll put up another opener tomorrow. Any ideas how to reconcile this version with a version without gear and with a cut in his arm?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]gear and a cut on his arm? Who was the other instance with?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]MegaMortar.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ah, well, I'm not sure I know him. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh, well, might just do some weird timeline convergence thing. Because the Warp did it.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]its your Choice man. Just let me know [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Will do.[/spoiler]
