I love da smell o' DAKKA in da mornin'

[IvanXLIV]

(01-30-2016, 03:02 PM)MDMA Wrote: (Yay, Gribblies, finally we're gonna get some proppa teef)

<Blasting the swarms of incoming daemons, curious at the intruder's presence, Mugnob bonks the Wyrdgurl over the head with the shoota> Oi ya grot, wez gotta get outta 'ere, deez bleedin' gitz don' 'ave no lootz or teef!  <Rubbijg her head, Azzi's eyes glow brighter and the cosmos expands, enveloping the Warboss in a psychic bubble, before resceding and leaving the pair in the middle of the radioactive wasteland that remained of the planet. Noticing a few orkz standing around and not doing much, she kicks them into shape before cobbling together a transmitter to have the gitz on "Dis 'Ulk" have pick them up. As she waits, she spends the time mucking about with the charred remains of Imperial Dreadnoughts and arm wrestling a Imperial Guardsman dying of radiation sickness>

<Back aboard the red derilict, she orders Azzi to create more boyz while she takes control of the biggest guns on the ship and uses them to obliterate the Blueperium's escaping ships.> Since wez zogged da blue planet ta' smivereenz, but don' 'ave da teef or lootz ta show fer it, I say wez go n' loot da emporerz boyz! WAAAAAAAAGH!!
(Quick question...wouldn't a lot of people suddenly dying mean there is no more food?)

(no more food for the Hive on this planet, perhaps, but plenty in the surrounding sector... and the escaping ships *evil grin*)

The Orochi overmind reaches out across the cold expenses of space, psychic tendrils probing... and finds the Seed. Within the infiltrated ranks of the Blueperium cultists, several genestealer hybrids silently acknowledge the siren call of their parent brood.

"Awaiting your bidding" answered Ivan. From the dark, concealing hood of his ample Magus robes, his eyes glittered with anticipation...

(Cath, you are screwed indeed, heh heh heh...  )