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[Phantom]

"Hold on, running diagnostics..."
He runs around the Banshee, jotting down some mental notes before he stops at the plasma cannons.
"Blown up, that is a structural weakness, eh?"

[Twi]

"Oh. I thought we replaced those things...? No matter then, we'll fix it."
Ivy grins. Clearly she enjoys fixing things.

[Something Evil]

*hole heals up*

'Our indiscriminate nature when targeting our next... meal seems somehow obvious now. If those with such frailty of existence are so willing to throw away their lives, why should we care about them. Strange indeed.'

((HINT: NO Dragons on moon, just civil war AFAIK. You have all hallucinated from a busted air filter.))

[Phantom]

((I'mma start this up in teh space first!))

*Over the moon, a shadow flies over the battlefield unseen and unkowticed between the fight, the dieing and dead. Another joins it, then three more join it as they move closer to it's surface. Combatants start to knowtice and look up seeing five black streaks zip over the no mans zone.

A scorching ray of white energy skorces from a shadow cutting a line through several soldiers and the ground, burning an after image in the eyes of the combatants*

((Yeah...))

[Something Evil]

((Like I told Phantom, stop trying to make MM's storyline in his stead. When he has time, he'll do it himself. Until then, wait, please. I know it's tedious, but otherwise the whole thing turns to rubbish. I mean, how'd you like it if someone godmoded your chars into doing something when you were offline?
Edit: That also goes for Vorthon's plotline.
Long rant is long and belongs in OOC, but I'm on my 3rd offense at double-posting. Kill me.))

*Several Tyranids keep watch over Arek's healing wound, while the Tyrant's mind drifts off to the purpose and reasons for killing things with individual minds, the line between murder and oh-so many other things.*

[Phantom]

((I was just leaving them in the position they were since they appeared: Killing soldiers on the moon. Not much difference if I just say it does it again while it ignores me.))

[Tellemurius]

*wakes up*
"damn that was painful..... run diagnostics"
*eyes back to normal*

[Twi]

Ivy is fixing up the Banshee right now, whee.

((Need more people to post stuff. Phantom never posted IC and then everything shut off.Well, most everything... >_>))

[Tellemurius]

*gets up and looks at self*
"uh... why is most of my clothes off?"
*a large scar gleams on left side of chest near his shoulder*

[Phantom]

"Okay, Ivy, got the thing fixed up? Better to leave the plasma off it."

[Tellemurius]

*holds still as rewiring brain and implants*
"there should be better"
*smacks metal arm on wall unlocking a bloody finger*
"good.... wheres my clothes?"

[Twi]

"Yeah, seems like it." The plasma is indeed left off. The banshee is fixed, refixed, and all that jazz.
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[Tellemurius]

"ok you guys are a load of help.."
*goes to LAB to fashion a new shirt and cloak*

[Phantom]

"Right, Ark's diagnostics I assume they're pretty good for now."

[Twi]

"Reactor power at 96.3245% of maximum capacity. Solar panels fully operational and gathering 85.4372% of maximum power. Energy reserves at 79.2394%.   Structural integrity at approximately 100%.Minor burns detected on sections of the lower hull, presumably from heated dust on takeoff. All com and sensor systems are fully operational. Minor electrical problems have been detected on the starboard aft flak lasers, repair in progress. All other systems and devices read to be in perfect condition."
Ivy grins.