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[Nivim]

[How would a virus keep someone awake..? What virus are you talking about? Oh well, answer in character.]

"I wonder just what happened to his head. A concussion wouldn't last this long.
You haven't answered about this virus?"
2/3rds-Nivm charges up a sleep spell of a different, non-visible flavor, between its horns. It folds its arms in its sleeves, and cocks its head to the side.

[Edit: Why did you edit out the part about the virus keeping you awake? I want to hear why you thought that.]

[CJ1145]

The Dark Angels cautiously moved into the courtyard of the castle. Atlas had strangely understood the sign outside, but this world was not recorded in starcharts. In fact, he wasn't quite sure what planet they were on to begin with. It was certainly different from the battleground the tactical display had claimed they were approaching; and there certainly were no castles there.

Battle Brother Lurkis approached the door, bolter at the ready. Though this place was unfamiliar, there was still a chance for Orks to be inside.

The squad moved in, one at a time, and began to move through the hallways.

A short while later, Atlas found a large door; to where, he was not sure. His men stacked behind him, and waited anxiously as he turned the corner.

They walked into a massive, dull gray room; what appeared to be a coliseum or arena of some sort. At the other side was the true eye-grabber: a large black... thing; a mass of what appeared to be flesh. Atlas signaled to it, and Brother Uther went towards it, scanning it as closely as he dared.

"It was alive," Uther shouted. "at some point at least. Definitely not Ork. Never seen anything quite like it, actually."

Atlas and the other Angels moved closer. There were wounds and scabs all across its remains, some of them appearing half-healed.

"Soldiers, spread out." Atlas commanded. "Whatever this thing was, somebody killed it. That means we're not alone. I want two man groups in every corner of this building; we are going to find whatever brought this down. If it's human, try to establish contact; anything else I want dead."

[mission0]

((Nivm, he pulled the beer from his pack. I asked a similar question earlier))

Mission finishes his browsing pulling a nice bottle from the rack, the lable read "Megis". Promptly popping the bottle open and pooring a small glass with the stuff and takes a sip. A smile comes over Mission as he nods at the taste and continues to sip at the wine.

[Phantom]

Some more gunshots are heard
_{"SOMEONE GET THIS *muffled speaking" OFF ME! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!"}
"Damn ghost is in trouble."

[CJ1145]

[If you want, I could have my Marines save him; but I'd have to do it tomorrow, and you'd have to tell me what he's fighting, because I seem to have missed it.]

[Phantom]

((It is similar to a zealot from starcraft, a rogue zealot))

[CJ1145]

[WH40k vs. Starcraft. That's be an awesome (if one-sided and very bloody) matchup]

[Phantom]

A terran dropship is coming in, it is not shot at
"OK, protect the zealot at all cost, a zerg army is approaching and he has info on it"

[Nivim]

[How did they get to the hallways before entering the main room?]

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████████████==████████████[The two double doors go strait into the main room, so that is where they would've immediately ended up and see everyone standing there, talking. Unless the Space Marines scaled the wall for some reason, then just ignored the people in the room.
@ Mission, which question? And why are you telling me about the beer from his pack, I spoke of the injection he gave himself randomly.]

"Only if he hurts himself. There currently isn't anything in the fortress like what he is reacting to."
2/3rds-Nivm walks up to Mission.
"I didn't think creatures like you enjoyed wine. Are you different than what you look like?"

[*Four more posts.*
Why are you doing this? Just randomly conjuring up Starcraft stuff, I though you were going to bed and quitting for the day? I told you earlier that you had no way to bring these things here, nor no reason.]

[Luke_Prowler]

A dwarf shaped man walks up to Atlas, wearing a trench coat and a nice looking cap. He gave the super soldier a slip of paper, then walked away to get himself a drink. there is a message on the paper:

"To whom it may consern:

If you have been given this letter, it means that you are another soldier of The Emperor, and I greet you. however, there is something you should know about this place. this is a place of haven, where weary travilers may rest. not all of them are human. some a xeno, some a mutant, none mean you harm. so please, relax, and don't shoot up the place.

Luke of the Ultramarines

P.S.: If you meet a guy named WorkerDrone, tell him i said hi"

[Phantom]

[Well only one character is inactive, if both are, im done for today]
"OK, all marines find the zealot, the ghost stays with me and the firebat, GO GO GO!"
"Rock and Roll!"
"Did someone call an exterminator?

[Nivim]

[I'm done for today. I hope Strife comes and cleans up what you're doing, Phantom.
I'm glad at least you're here, Luke.]

2/3rds-Nivm glances at the Marines and walks out of the room down the side hall. Going to places elsewhere in the fort.

[mission0]

Mission notes Nivm and puts down his glass, he then walks back from behind the bar and sits down on one of the stools.

"Normally I don't partake but this is a well stocked place, just couldn't resist my favorite. Here try some, it's supposed to taste like magic. However that is a different taste from person to person because of the different ways each person uses magic and what type of magic each uses"

Mission hands Nivm a glass of Megis, then follows his example and disappears down a side hall

[Luke_Prowler]

[ thanks.]

A dwarf walks into the bar. He nows has a light gray wound on his head. Rubbing the sore spot, the dwarf jumps up onto one of the chairs with the skill and grace of a pro vaulter, despite the chair groaning over the weight of him. Seeing the bar was self serve, grabs some of the berrel, and a frosted mug, and, well, self served. He spots mission, and says hello.

"'ello ther', lassie."

[Phantom]

Phantom brings a barrel of dwarven ale into the room
"Who ordered this?"