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[Phantom]

'So you plan to build on the planet that is mostly claimed by now? Even the Tyranid's got a stake, the whole bloody underground!'

[Taricus]

'Mostly UNclaimed. What, do you think this is a small planet...'

[Phantom]

'Pretty much. People travel here quite quickly.'

[Tellemurius]

*Builds a training ground for close combat*

[Phantom]

A shimmer Dariel appears next to the training ground almost immediately.
'Goddamn, this would be useful if most of the people couldn't kill each other so easily.'

[Taricus]

'Everyone here uses high-speed transports or teleports everywhere'

[Tellemurius]

"I assume most of you would find pleasure in blowing shit up at my shooting range but some of you still stick to stabbing thing"

[Phantom]

'...Bah, when you start encroaching on people's territory I won't care.




And yeah, you got a point there Clayton.'

[Tellemurius]

"Besides, this will be good practice for my daemon form"

[Taricus]

'The only problem we've had is those bloody mantas, and thats solved by liberal application of AA rounds'

[Tellemurius]

*listens into the far conversation*
"Is he nuts? why the fuck does he need to expand?"

[Phantom]

'...What? Most of the Flying Manta Rays are quite docile, I think you're confusing them with Screamers.'
At this moment, a Giant Flying Manta Ray is seen dropping off a steel crate of not so crappy tasting rations and specialized ammo stolen from GDI.

[Taricus]

'Well EXCUSE me if we have an actual birth rate, can't all stay here...'

[Tellemurius]

"Do you have to prepare everything before hand though?"

[Taricus]

'We build these factories packaged, send them out in groups and build up settlements near them'