He was enjoying a root beer float.
Mathius was bottling up the in-house wine.
"The Situation Has Evolved"
"Effective Immediately, Battlegroup Arpat is annulled as the Imperium pools resources to the renewed Armageddon front, hardened by our battles for Arpat Primaris and Secundus, we now bequeath these worlds to the Emperor's eternal watch. We claim veterancy through combatting the green menace upon these worlds, which will prove invaluable to turning the tide at Armageddon. Our ships make ready to leave, munitions and fuel stocked for the journey ahead. I will continue to lead my men in another capacity, upon another bridge or battlefield as the Emperor sees fits.
The Imperial Guard makes its withdrawal from the Sector known, we should hope the light of the Emperor continues to reach these realms for millenia more, yet the arch-enemy and the xenos ever scheme, we shall be ready regardless.
There will be no quarter, there will be no defeat, there is... only war.
Ave Imperator !"
Aleksandr would raise from his usual spot, dust off his coat, put on his service cap and issue a salute to the patron of this establishment that had rested many a weary soldier of his, accompanied by his retinue they marched out of the premises in orderly unison.
"...That just happened. Cultists, the lot of them." She crossed her arms, cursing in her native language under her breath. "Whatever. It's not my problem."
"Not the craziest speech I've heard honestly..."
*[disappointed machine noises]*
"Well, I guess the party's over now."
He looked up holding a French fry "huh?"
"Nevermind." Tensai watched as the Tech-Priest nearby filed out of the bar. While no one could have known that Harkoth would never return, it was still sad to see him go.
He grinned and lifted his mug of Fenrisian Ale to Markoth and drank it down.
Thor had been laying down on a bed after hours and hours of playing with Jeff. He considered Jeff as part of his pack, or at least a very close friend to his pack.
Ubba would understand.
Ubba would understand.
"Jetfire changed his mind about the Wreckers, it seems. I guess he preferred to stay at Ocean City."
"Speaking as an outsider looking in, being in thed Wreckers isn't for everybody, Springer."
"They'll figure it out one way or another anyway."
"Yeah. Can't say I blame Jetfire. The Wreckers have had a very high turnover rate. Part of the reason I nearly quit the team in the first place."
Barbatos Lupus Rex wrote:
"They'll figure it out one way or another anyway."
"I know, but some Autobots are supposed to be Wreckers, and some aren't. No disrespect to the Autobots who aren't Wreckers"
"More or less."
He directed his attention to the newcomer "Welcome to Trixie's. Tonight I have sub sandwiches and I have red wine-braised beef shoulder"
He went into the kitchen and made the plate of food and added herb rice and corn-on-the-cob and a yeast roll along with a tumbler of house-made bourbon.
He was sprawled out asleep on the couch.
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