WH40K Roleplay Thread Ending; "Who Knew?"
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"Ophelia, how are we for fuel? If we cannot reach the planet anyway then there is little point in trying. Rain, I feel as strongly as you do about finishing our mission but only five of us remain and we barely have half a ship. Perhaps it would be better to find a port as we would barely be able to defend ourselves if the governor does have planetary defences or, Emperor forbid, a fleet." advised Kalidian as he ran his eyes across the remaining crew.
"Wait, where is Gremlin?"
"Wait, where is Gremlin?"
"We best find Gremlin and bring him up here with Ophlia and the rest. And don't undermind me Kalidian, we're both doing this for the same reasons. Something needs to be uncovered and we will find out! This isn't some assortment of crew members here, we were all chosen by the Emperor himself for this! Doesn't it makes sense why we're fighting this hidden enemy to you yet? We keep moving. To fly back and get a fleet will show our weakness. We must be strong brother. Now let's find that pilot."
OOC: Game Master, spawn me a dozen bottles of boooze! We're getting this resident of chaos pished! *Pokes Irish* I asked you a question daemon. Honestly, you torture my character into doing this stuff then ignore me when I try and follow orders! I feel very unloved and unnecessary! 
OOC: You are unloved and unnecessary, as far as my character is concerned Forgive me. I've been trying to develop this as I go. As far as the drunkeness goes...Bring it on!!!
"It's rather simple. This is not the work of a single man...or necessarily a man at all. Scan for whatever is not human on this ship.
...and check your fire weapon on this contraption. We may need it.
Forgive me. I've been trying to develop this as I go. As far as the drunkeness goes...Bring it on!!!"It's rather simple. This is not the work of a single man...or necessarily a man at all. Scan for whatever is not human on this ship.
...and check your fire weapon on this contraption. We may need it.
Rain leaves the room in search for Gremlin. Rain always dismissed the pilot as a lunatic after the events that happend, but he's been gone far too long. Perhaps he was letting something on?
OOC; Do you reckon we'd get away with Spawning some hideous monstrosity in the bowels of this ship? I guess it wouldn't really change the murderer, and would give people a reason to post and keep the story active...
Once again, Gremlin fired up the scanner. He took a swig from the bottle as he configured it to the daemon's commands. Once done, he hit the big red scan button and the scanner's arm swept round the display. As it passed, a worryingly large number of dots appeared. Gremlin tensed, fingers wrapping round the joystick, but then relaxed. "I didn't realise we had rats..." he muttered.
Then he noticed something and his blood ran cold. The scanner was reading something right on his position. He whipped his pistol out, straining in his seat to see what it was. The daemon, sitting in his head, spoke, it's voice laden with irony "Once you've stopped your terrified twitching, you worthless sack of skin and guts, it might occur to you that it is somehow picking up me.
Gremlin slapped his forehead. "Oh yeah... that actually kinda makes sense" he muttered. He turned his attention back to the scan. It was picking up something larger than all the rats strewn about the ship. It's hard to identify shape from scanners, but it didn't look friendly. "Uh... daemon, what is that?" he asked.
Once again, Gremlin fired up the scanner. He took a swig from the bottle as he configured it to the daemon's commands. Once done, he hit the big red scan button and the scanner's arm swept round the display. As it passed, a worryingly large number of dots appeared. Gremlin tensed, fingers wrapping round the joystick, but then relaxed. "I didn't realise we had rats..." he muttered.
Then he noticed something and his blood ran cold. The scanner was reading something right on his position. He whipped his pistol out, straining in his seat to see what it was. The daemon, sitting in his head, spoke, it's voice laden with irony "Once you've stopped your terrified twitching, you worthless sack of skin and guts, it might occur to you that it is somehow picking up me.
Gremlin slapped his forehead. "Oh yeah... that actually kinda makes sense" he muttered. He turned his attention back to the scan. It was picking up something larger than all the rats strewn about the ship. It's hard to identify shape from scanners, but it didn't look friendly. "Uh... daemon, what is that?" he asked.
OOC: Yay, off on our own tangent! I've taken your advice, Gremlin.
The Daemon looked at the scanners. Whatever it was, it was big. He cursed himself for not noticing this thing's presence before. Now that he had concentrated, he could sense what had happened. Somehow, someone had unleashed a Warp beast in the bowels of the ship. This was not a servant nor a part of the Great Lord's plans. It must be stopped.
"Move quickly, after it! It must be slain! If you can, take this contraption...you're going to need it."
The Daemon looked at the scanners. Whatever it was, it was big. He cursed himself for not noticing this thing's presence before. Now that he had concentrated, he could sense what had happened. Somehow, someone had unleashed a Warp beast in the bowels of the ship. This was not a servant nor a part of the Great Lord's plans. It must be stopped.
"Move quickly, after it! It must be slain! If you can, take this contraption...you're going to need it."
OOC: Worried inquiry: Advice? I don't remember giving any advice! Oh, you mean spawning the beast? Heh, should be a larf.
Narrative statement: Gremlin's eyes bulged. "What?! Take this thing through the corridors? I... I don't even know if it'll fit!" he exclaimed, firing up the motors regardless. "Still..." he broke into a grin. "I like a challenge." He slammed the throttle into full and the Singing Gremlin stormed forwards, charging the nearest door at an alarming rate. If The Delinquent had been capable of facial expressions, it may have raised an eyebrow as it saw the doorway was slightly lower than the cockpit. It was certain Gremlin hadn't noticed and cursed the human's ineptitude. But timing it perfectly, the sentinel was in mid-step as it reached the door, so was lowered enough to fit through with only a minor scraping. Gremlin whooped as the walker hurtled far too quickly along the steel corridors.
Rain, meanwhile, was running full pelt towards the hold. Gremlin's 'minor scrape' had been loud enough to alert the whole ship. He reached a corner and had to hurl himself out the way to avoid being stepped on as a large, highly mobile lump of combat metal piloted by a lunatic came charging round it. As it stomped off, Rain heard Gremlin's shout: "Sorry boss! Big beastie problem being taken care of!". Deciding this was interesting enough not to shoot Gremlin on the spot, and that getting a shot would be a tad difficult regardless, Rain stodd up and ran after him.
OOC: c'mon lads! Lets bag us a beastie! Get involved!
Narrative statement: Gremlin's eyes bulged. "What?! Take this thing through the corridors? I... I don't even know if it'll fit!" he exclaimed, firing up the motors regardless. "Still..." he broke into a grin. "I like a challenge." He slammed the throttle into full and the Singing Gremlin stormed forwards, charging the nearest door at an alarming rate. If The Delinquent had been capable of facial expressions, it may have raised an eyebrow as it saw the doorway was slightly lower than the cockpit. It was certain Gremlin hadn't noticed and cursed the human's ineptitude. But timing it perfectly, the sentinel was in mid-step as it reached the door, so was lowered enough to fit through with only a minor scraping. Gremlin whooped as the walker hurtled far too quickly along the steel corridors.
Rain, meanwhile, was running full pelt towards the hold. Gremlin's 'minor scrape' had been loud enough to alert the whole ship. He reached a corner and had to hurl himself out the way to avoid being stepped on as a large, highly mobile lump of combat metal piloted by a lunatic came charging round it. As it stomped off, Rain heard Gremlin's shout: "Sorry boss! Big beastie problem being taken care of!". Deciding this was interesting enough not to shoot Gremlin on the spot, and that getting a shot would be a tad difficult regardless, Rain stodd up and ran after him.
OOC: c'mon lads! Lets bag us a beastie! Get involved!
OOC: I was only banned for one week because i posted some stupid YTMND link as a thread.
IC: Gremlin, assuming Rain was going to kill him, ran at a speed that would allow him to escape Rain, but not come too close to the beast. Gremlin continued to run, until he thought that he'd lost him. Looking in the other direction, he saw the beast waiting to bite. Suddenly, a high pitched sound, like a chainfist spinning up, entered the room. Before either of them could pinpoint where the sound came from, or even what it was, several bright pink beams cut through the warp-beast's head. The beast winced, then fell to the floor with a loud thump. Out of a corridor, Hellspawn ran out, whipping out a strange cord, and fasten the beast to the ground.
"Hellspawn!?! I thought you were dead!" said Gremlin dumbfounded
"Dead? Feh, dieing is for pussies. Get Rain down here to do his blessings and shit, I'll be in the mess hall. Haven't had a good meal for days."
IC: Gremlin, assuming Rain was going to kill him, ran at a speed that would allow him to escape Rain, but not come too close to the beast. Gremlin continued to run, until he thought that he'd lost him. Looking in the other direction, he saw the beast waiting to bite. Suddenly, a high pitched sound, like a chainfist spinning up, entered the room. Before either of them could pinpoint where the sound came from, or even what it was, several bright pink beams cut through the warp-beast's head. The beast winced, then fell to the floor with a loud thump. Out of a corridor, Hellspawn ran out, whipping out a strange cord, and fasten the beast to the ground.
"Hellspawn!?! I thought you were dead!" said Gremlin dumbfounded
"Dead? Feh, dieing is for pussies. Get Rain down here to do his blessings and shit, I'll be in the mess hall. Haven't had a good meal for days."
OOC: Frustrated curse: dammit Hellspawn! We had something good going there
OOC: Spiteful analysis: Oh well, nothing I can't work with. Looks like it's Captain Loophole to the rescue!
IC: Gremlin sat in his Sentinel, staring at the moaning form of the Warp beast. The barely-living corpse was pulsating under the effects of rigormortis (spelling?). However, it suddenly disappeared, the chord that Hellspawn had used to restrain it falling to the deck. Before the man could irritate him with pointless questions, the Delinquent spat "It's a daemon, man-thing. It's body was made of concentrated Warp energy. The spirit has returned to the Warp, leaving the flesh to die."
Gremlin snarled inside his head. He knew more than this condescending daemon gave him credit for. Wondering where Hellspawn had come from, and how he was going to get the Gremlin back in the hold, he glanced down at the scanners. After a split second, he recoiled. The large signal was still there...
"What is the meaning of this, Daemon? Why is that signal still on the radar?!"
"I thought it would have been obvious, flesh creature. That cretin was not the only beast on this ship. We must travel deeper into the depths of the ship. It may be more than just a single beast."
OOC: Spiteful analysis: Oh well, nothing I can't work with. Looks like it's Captain Loophole to the rescue!
IC: Gremlin sat in his Sentinel, staring at the moaning form of the Warp beast. The barely-living corpse was pulsating under the effects of rigormortis (spelling?). However, it suddenly disappeared, the chord that Hellspawn had used to restrain it falling to the deck. Before the man could irritate him with pointless questions, the Delinquent spat "It's a daemon, man-thing. It's body was made of concentrated Warp energy. The spirit has returned to the Warp, leaving the flesh to die."
Gremlin snarled inside his head. He knew more than this condescending daemon gave him credit for. Wondering where Hellspawn had come from, and how he was going to get the Gremlin back in the hold, he glanced down at the scanners. After a split second, he recoiled. The large signal was still there...
"What is the meaning of this, Daemon? Why is that signal still on the radar?!"
"I thought it would have been obvious, flesh creature. That cretin was not the only beast on this ship. We must travel deeper into the depths of the ship. It may be more than just a single beast."
OOC: cross-eyed query: What the hell is going on now? And... way to make an anti-climax. Damn we were building up to that for ages!
Enlightened pondering: aha, just caught up I think. good call Irish me old mate. The Gremlin will taste blood yet
Narrative statement: Gremlin raised an eyebrow. "More of them? Dammit, just having you round is bad enough, Daemon, how many of your pals do we have hanging round? And no nerve frazzling! You make me twitch and people, mainly us, start dying. Ah well! Forward!" He whooped again and the Gremlin charged forwards, the hunt was on once more.
Enlightened pondering: aha, just caught up I think. good call Irish me old mate. The Gremlin will taste blood yet
Narrative statement: Gremlin raised an eyebrow. "More of them? Dammit, just having you round is bad enough, Daemon, how many of your pals do we have hanging round? And no nerve frazzling! You make me twitch and people, mainly us, start dying. Ah well! Forward!" He whooped again and the Gremlin charged forwards, the hunt was on once more.
OOC: Disappointed statement: Gremlin, I thought you were smart enough to pick that one up on the first try...meatbag.
Narrative Statement: The daemon stared intently at the console of the Gremlin, watching the flashing icon grow closer. "How dare you group me with these cretin, human. They are simplistic predators, whereas I am a servant of my divine Lord T. As for nerve shocking, I won't punish you if you give me no reason to. Now find these things, and burn them!"
OOC: Prophetic Vision: Something big is about to happen. Tragic confrontation is approaching.
Narrative Statement: The daemon stared intently at the console of the Gremlin, watching the flashing icon grow closer. "How dare you group me with these cretin, human. They are simplistic predators, whereas I am a servant of my divine Lord T. As for nerve shocking, I won't punish you if you give me no reason to. Now find these things, and burn them!"
OOC: Prophetic Vision: Something big is about to happen. Tragic confrontation is approaching.
OOC: Leave me alone, Captain Loophole confuses me. That and I thought Hellspawn had punched me to start with. Don't kill me! I'm too pretty to die! And incidentally, is anyone else actually on this? just seems to be me an Irish at the moment.
Gremlin was hunched over the controls, the sentinel moving at a speed unheard of from regulation combat walkers. Expertly navigating the winding corridors in the bowels of the ship, he glanced down from time to time and noticed with a bizarre combination of dread and extreme excitement that the icon was getting bigger as he approached it... it even looked fearsome in scanner signature format. Whatever happened, he was about to see something impressive.
As the dot closed, they reached the final corridor. In the distance the corridor blossomed out, forming perhaps a sub-hold, or auxiliary cargo bay. And at the back, a large shape loomed in the shadows, waiting. Gremlin grinned and let instinct take over. His finger wrapped around the flamer trigger, ready to fire, and his thumb gently rested on the hunter-seeker missile launch button. "Ok Daemon." he roared "Let's dance!"
OOC: take it away Irish, where's the tragedy?
Gremlin was hunched over the controls, the sentinel moving at a speed unheard of from regulation combat walkers. Expertly navigating the winding corridors in the bowels of the ship, he glanced down from time to time and noticed with a bizarre combination of dread and extreme excitement that the icon was getting bigger as he approached it... it even looked fearsome in scanner signature format. Whatever happened, he was about to see something impressive.
As the dot closed, they reached the final corridor. In the distance the corridor blossomed out, forming perhaps a sub-hold, or auxiliary cargo bay. And at the back, a large shape loomed in the shadows, waiting. Gremlin grinned and let instinct take over. His finger wrapped around the flamer trigger, ready to fire, and his thumb gently rested on the hunter-seeker missile launch button. "Ok Daemon." he roared "Let's dance!"
OOC: take it away Irish, where's the tragedy?
Pie, I don't know if you remember me,(Took Took, from the "question To Those Vegie Eaters thread")I just want to say I agree with you. Singing Gremlin makes it his business to ruin other peoples good time. These forums are about having discussions, not showing how "clever" one is by stringing together the longest amount of words on an insult.Pie said:
Look, we're having a nice fun roleplaying session here. Can we try and leave disputes out of this? If you have an issue with Singing Gremlin on another thread, report it or discuss it there. Or better yet, message him and deal with it personally.tooktook said: