Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Ami Arpatia wrote:
She stood there staring up at Maz'Goth as Maz'Goth back away from her form. It was as though she metamorphic into something different, something more cold and distant. She looked at the Lord General and waved her hair in a certain way. "MIA? Hardly, Lord General Aleksandr..." she coldly told him as she took a seat while she kept her eyes on him. "For...the EMPEROR..." she said coldly but with high respects of the Emperor.
Excellent Sister Arpatia, it appears the intelligence report was faulty, doubtless you will find the Adepta Sororitas an auspicious host, this is good news.
One of Aleksandr's subordinates passed a dataslate, he updated and signed off on the records.
The thrones outstanding on your last tenure have been transferred as credit onto your auspex.
He ended with a formal salute before resuming his brumation.
She acknowledged as merit to what he told her. "Thank you, Lord General. It is good to be back in action. And I rather die than get captured," she said as she sat there watching everything unfold. "Thank you for the transfer of credits," she said with a cold demeanor as she looked at her auspex. "It will do nicely. For the Emperor," she said as she gave a formal salute back to him as she left him back to what he was doing.
Ami Arpatia wrote:
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Ami Arpatia wrote:
She stood there staring up at Maz'Goth as Maz'Goth back away from her form. It was as though she metamorphic into something different, something more cold and distant. She looked at the Lord General and waved her hair in a certain way. "MIA? Hardly, Lord General Aleksandr..." she coldly told him as she took a seat while she kept her eyes on him. "For...the EMPEROR..." she said coldly but with high respects of the Emperor.
Excellent Sister Arpatia, it appears the intelligence report was faulty, doubtless you will find the Adepta Sororitas an auspicious host, this is good news.
One of Aleksandr's subordinates passed a dataslate, he updated and signed off on the records.
The thrones outstanding on your last tenure have been transferred as credit onto your auspex.
He ended with a formal salute before resuming his brumation.
She acknowledged as merit to what he told her. "Thank you, Lord General. It is good to be back in action. And I rather die than get captured," she said as she sat there watching everything unfold. "Thank you for the transfer of credits," she said with a cold demeanor as she looked at her auspex. "It will do nicely. For the Emperor," she said as she gave a formal salute back to him as left him back to what he was doing.
"You know to call me Brother Greystorm now, yeah?"
"You and your military are strange."
He put his head on Mikazuki's knee and wagged his tail.
Ubba Greystorm wrote:
Ami Arpatia wrote:
Aleksandr Von Drakenfell wrote:
Ami Arpatia wrote:
She stood there staring up at Maz'Goth as Maz'Goth back away from her form. It was as though she metamorphic into something different, something more cold and distant. She looked at the Lord General and waved her hair in a certain way. "MIA? Hardly, Lord General Aleksandr..." she coldly told him as she took a seat while she kept her eyes on him. "For...the EMPEROR..." she said coldly but with high respects of the Emperor.
Excellent Sister Arpatia, it appears the intelligence report was faulty, doubtless you will find the Adepta Sororitas an auspicious host, this is good news.
One of Aleksandr's subordinates passed a dataslate, he updated and signed off on the records.
The thrones outstanding on your last tenure have been transferred as credit onto your auspex.
He ended with a formal salute before resuming his brumation.
She acknowledged as merit to what he told her. "Thank you, Lord General. It is good to be back in action. And I rather die than get captured," she said as she sat there watching everything unfold. "Thank you for the transfer of credits," she said with a cold demeanor as she looked at her auspex. "It will do nicely. For the Emperor," she said as she gave a formal salute back to him as left him back to what he was doing.
"You know to call me Brother Greystorm now, yeah?"
Wheeljack wrote:
"I could blast him if you want...."
"Next time, Wheeljack." Verity sighs as she leans in her booth seat. "Thanks for the plasma launcher, by the way."
The witch hovered on her broomstick, head just about a watermelon's width below the ceiling while she quietly eavesdropped on various conversations.
Her eyes darted around as they followed each speaker in turn. It was Christmas and she had nothing better to do~
Her eyes darted around as they followed each speaker in turn. It was Christmas and she had nothing better to do~
Mikazuki Augus wrote:
"You and your military are strange."
"Exercise patience, Sister"
Ubba Greystorm wrote:
"Exercise patience, Sister"
"I'm not military anyway." He shrugged his shoulder.
Mikazuki Augus wrote:
"I'm not military anyway." He shrugged his shoulder.
"I could ask the same to you."
"I am in the service of the Emperor. So I serve him in a different order. You couldn't possibly understand," she coldly said as she turned her gaze from him.
"All of humanity is protected by the Allfather, Sister"
"So where do Saiyans fit in to all this? Because I tried building one of those overlapping circle diagram thingies, but I ran out of paper. Also, it looked like a cookie so I also got hungry and raided the pantry. By the way, can we get more of those cookies that are chocolate chip but also shortbread? I think we're out of them."
"You're certainly not Xenos, so I am left to assume you'd fall under such with the Allfather"
"No, I'm a Saiyan. You know, the race of warriors who's planet got blown up by a tyrannical alien who looks like something Goku's wife would keep in her nightstand?"
A strange, lanky man had entered the bar a few minutes ago- finding himself a seat all alone. Instead of moping, as his angsty aura might have suggested, he proceeded to pull out his phone and play Minecraft. The sound of grass blocks breaking was unmistakable to anyone who had ever played the game before.
There he sat, idly playing while listening curiously to the happenings around him.
There he sat, idly playing while listening curiously to the happenings around him.
Ubba Greystorm wrote:
"You're certainly not Xenos, so I am left to assume you'd fall under such with the Allfather"
" Abhuman psykers, Brother Greystorm, theyre abhuman psykers.
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