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[Something Evil]

*The shadow slithers out of the bed, and the red panda snatches the item hanging from the life-support Tyranid.*
A: "This thing'll work, then?"
T: "A system of modified combat glands found in some Tyranid strains. It should replace the item you are using, as long as your body can support feeding it. It will draw from the nutrients in your blood stream, as well as from metabolic waste products."
A: "'Ain't got much of a choice, do I?"
*She slots the living machine into the frame on her right hand, and, looking at Nysa, lightly bumps her nosepad, then bothers to take notice of the human:*
A: "Bad idea. These things eat tanks."

*She slinks off after Vorthon, only to bump into the gnome and point a rather large handgun at him (?).*
A: "'The hell are you?"

[Vorthon]

*The shadow slithers out of the bed, and the red panda snatches the item hanging from the life-support Tyranid.*
A: "This thing'll work, then?"
T: "A system of modified combat glands found in some Tyranid strains. It should replace the item you are using, as long as your body can support feeding it. It will draw from the nutrients in your blood stream, as well as from metabolic waste products."
A: "'Ain't got much of a choice, do I?"
*She slots the living machine into the frame on her right hand, and, looking at Nysa, lightly bumps her nosepad, then bothers to take notice of the human:*
A: "Bad idea. These things eat tanks."

*She slinks off after Vorthon, only to bump into the gnome and point a rather large handgun at him (?).*
A: "'The hell are you?"

"A hill gnome. Would you be interested in joining an expedition out west?"

[Something Evil]

"A hill gnome. Would you be interested in joining an expedition out west?"

*The diminutive mercenary lowers the gun.*
A: "What's your pay?"

*The rockets' payloads, have reached orbit and slowly drift to one-another, gathering into three clumps and fusing.*

[Keita]

"Heh, yeah better than standing out here."

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*Yumi sips her water*

[Vorthon]

"A hill gnome. Would you be interested in joining an expedition out west?"

*The diminutive mercenary lowers the gun.*
A: "What's your pay?"

*The gnome shrugs.*

"A cut of anything of value we find."

[Twi]

Thera lounges in Taric's house.
((Sorry. Had to appease the wrath of the parent-gods.))

[Taricus]

"Like anything to drink Yui?"

[Tellemurius]

*stands in combat position*
"what the hell are you doing to that patient?"

[Keita]

"Vodka and cranberry please."

[Taricus]

"Okay"

*Goes and fetches a couple of bottles*

"There you go Yui. Want anything Thera?"

[Twi]

"No thanks, I'm good," Thera says.

[Taricus]

"Okay."

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*Yumi makes a few spheres of water float out of her glass and beginst to juggle them*

[Something Evil]

"A cut of anything of value we find."

A: "Count me in, then. I'm likely to put a bullet in someone with this atmosphere, so I might as well do it in... self-defense. There will be things to shoot, right?"

*stands in combat position*
"what the hell are you doing to that patient?"

*A voice slithers into his mind, heavy as sand.*
T: "Puting her on life support. She has a parasite infection and the only method of removal seems tricking the things into believing their host is dead. Now compose yourself lest you set off a fire."