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[Darth Revan]

Parker leans down and picks up Cpl. Cutter gently. As Parker lifts him from the cot, Thor's hologram jumps up and lands on Cpl. Cutter's chest. Parker slowly backs out of the "Bug Fighter" adjusting his shoulders as his torso goes up and down so as to not disturb Cpl. Cutter's body.

Once outside, Parker slowly rotates 180 degrees to start heading towards Morgan's ship. Parker looks up to Morgan, "Okay, Morgan, lead the way."

[Shenmue654]

Mar inclines his head toward the odd commotion outside. Interesting. Looks like yet another set of idiots has touched down on the Bar. It's best to leave them to reviving the new one. I can't even tell if they're going to be interesting yet. The aura's too vague with all the commotion around it.

Ossanlin seems to be doing better than Mar expected, so he isn't as worried as he was about him. Although...that does surprise me. He didn't exactly seem to be a master manipulator when we met.

Mar frowns and then turns to the "marine", his eyes flashing with amusement. He imagines things will go on well enough without him. "So Khasrak's too lazy to come back himself? Oh, well. This place has a penchant for getting itself into danger, you know. If you plan to stick around you'll inevitably get involved, observer or no. I can't even visit my pet without getting attacked, apparently."

[Six]

(Thodol)

“No, my Master has other…matters to attend to.” Even Thodol didn’t wish to dwell on those thoughts and his Masters business was not for a mere Marine to know of.

“If I do get involved then it will be by the Grand Schemers Will.” Besides, Thodol was not just here to observe but also to protect his Masters ‘find’ from the other Chaos Gods, if they ever noticed this place.

His power armour’s sensors picked up the signals that usually emanate from a crash, and the former Space Marine decided to investigate, he turned and walked outside, his optics noting the wreckage and its design, and Thodol was actually surprised.

A whisper escaped his vox unit “Archeotech…” This was a find indeed! Obliterators would flock to join his Warband if he recovered this old tech, but for now he would content himself with doing as his Master demanded.

He noticed that the armored human was carrying what appeared to be the unconscious former occupant of the plane, Thodol approached, completely silent despite his size. He had decided to offer what aid he could as he used to be an Apothecary before turning to the True path of Chaos.

“If you need it, I shall offer what aid I can”

((Thodol used to be an Apothecary, and his medical experience sits more in the suturing of wounds ripped by Tyranids and other battle-field wounds, but as he has first offered the help there is no hidden price))
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(Engineer)

The Engineer waves a tentacle in response and, abandoning the skeet shooter for the moment, whish had the basic frame built and the moving parts separate; waiting to be attached, and drifted over to the new wreckage.

It noted that while there was great damage, it could still be repaired, if only more of Lighter then Some’s kin were around then everything could be done in no time, but there was only one Engineer and it didn’t have the correct materials to create another of its kind.

Hovering directly above the crash the Engineer began by first removing the engine from its housing and began dismantling that slowly, being sure to memorize every piece of machinery that it took apart.

[Hunter]

((just a quick question before i start working on the post... Parker, is ur char's helmet on, or is it off? i've got a great idea for a post, but i need that little piece of info first))

[Darth Revan]

((On. I put it on for the firing range and haven't taken it off.))

[Hunter]

Even though he is still unconscious, he can feel himself being placed on some sort of bench. Blacking in and out constantly, he woke up again in someone’s arms being carried. His eye’s fluttering open; the first thing he saw was some strange looking armour.

The first thing that came to his mind was the Germans and all the rumours that he had heard of them making some sort of ‘Über-soldat’ or ‘super-soldier’ or something like that.

Freaking out, the young Marine struggled against the soldier, pushing away and trying to get down. Managing to roll out of the person’s arms, he walks a couple of steps and falls face first in the dirt and passes out, yet again.

((wewt! my post is done!))

[Darth Revan]

"Hoah!" Parker tries to detain the Cpl. while he struggles out of Parker's arms. Normally a single Marine wouldn't budge under a Spartan's grip, but Parker was being very delicate while holding him, and Cutter caught him by surprise.

"Don't touch him! His concussion may have worsened. I'm sorry Morgan, but I don't think we can wait for your doctor friend." Parker looks up to Thodol with a lurch in his stomach. He didn't trust this goliath, but he had no other choice.

"Can you help him?" Parker asked sincerely.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

Ossanlin gestures randomly with the disused Dracon.  "Actually no.  Funny story that..."  Ossanlin searches through his brain quickly...he should've thought of this before...what were some of the junked ships he'd seen out in the scrapyard...?  He betrays none of his thought process on his face.  "I actually got off the Aycurius while it was at dock.  It was really a matter of opportunity...I wasn't shifted on the bridge until 8 standard hours after it debarked.  I just pulled off my insignia and dropped 'em in my pocket...brilliant really.  No one notices a grunt."

Ossanlin points at Ardiss with the decharged Dracon.  "There happened to be an old Ifreet freighter due to be moved to the scrapyard on Igvar...I just knocked out the pilot and didn't take it to Igvar."  Ossanlin grins winningly again.  "The old junker didn't make it far though...I had to set it down on this planet...not a bad landing for having no reverse thrusters if I do say so myself...but luckily there was a scrapyard here already, so the hulking hull shouldn't bother anyone.  Knocked me out for quite a while...then I lived off my emergency rations for a few days.  I just used up my last kandrona generator this morning so I had to get off the ship and look around.  I must've stepped on something when I was crawling around on the hull...damn thing caved right in...course there was that weird alien 'borrowing' parts off her too."  Ossanlin sighs heavily.  "So I have about two and a half days, give or take.  It looks like Sai can get something to eat though."  Ossanlin mutters a few syllables under his breath.  Thankfully the uniform Corliss had given him looked used and greasy with several dirt smudges...Ossanlin didn't think about what that meant was touching his furless skin, but it did lend to his story.

[Six]

"We shall see"

Thodol used his magical senses roam over the mortal, not much damage exept the mans thoughts were muddled, most likely due to the head wound, which might be major if left untreated, the former Apothecary's training kicked in and with surprising gentleness he probed the head wound with both his armored fingers and his senses.

A flicker of magic began the closing of the wound, it would heal completely in an hour or so, but would leave a scar but even Thodols talents could not remove a concussion but he could tweak a few pathways in the mans brain which would enable the concussion to fade faster and with far less damage then what it may cause.

"That is all I can do, it is up to his will to survive now"

((I did what i can, if I had a Chirugeon then Cutter'd be fixed in a matter of minutes, but you've gotta make do with Chaos Magic, oh and dont blame me if Cutter gets fangs or tentalces or something((It'll only happen if you succumb to the Whispers of Chaos, which promise great power)))
((Also a mate and I are making a coupla Orks))

[Deadman Riseing]

yeah, once the characters are done I'll post

[Six]

((Heres the characters:))
Deadmans character
Name: Nazshak Morgrod
Appearance: [spoiler][/spoiler]
Weapons: Kustom Shoota, Choppa and Krak 'nades
Bio: [spoiler]Convinced his drinking buddy, Skarfang, that it'd be a great idea to 'borrow' one of the Boss's ships and go on a lil raid, just the two of 'em.

Nazshak is a rather well-spoken Ork and can piece together proper sentences with appropriate grammar, his height is a mere 7'8 and is considered short by other Orks, and those who say it to his face get a faceful of Dakka, 'cept Skarfang who taunts his shorter comrade when he remembers to.
The ship they stole was a heavily modified bomber, far larger then its counterparts and had been given Warp travel, it also had its keys left in it. It has a Warbuggy and a Deffcopta stowed in it, along with a well-stocked stash of Fungus beer and food.
As it turns out, a drunk Ork flying a ramshackle bolt-and-duct-taped together ship isnt the best thing. So he's forcing Skarfang to land the ship, at gun point.[/spoiler]
Rank: Shoota Boy
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The Ship, known as a Kroozer: [spoiler][/spoiler]
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Zombies character:
Name: Skarfang Narwort
Appearance: [spoiler][/spoiler]
Weapons: Flamar, Choppa, Krak 'nades and Melta bom
Bio: [spoiler]
Orks luv ta go lootin' and fightin' and Skarfang luvs ta burn fings, this Pyro Ork jumped at the chance to 'borrow' a ship from their Warboss wiv 'iz best mate, Nazshak, and fly it through da Warp without a care to where they get to. 'Course, the copious amounts of beer they drank earlier helped too.

Skarfang is a good and proper Ork and stands 9' towering over all other Orks (specially Nazshak), including his Warboss.

The ship they stole was a heavily modified bomber, far larger then its counterparts and was given Warp travel, it also had its keys left in it. Turns out that Skarfang can pilot most things, including the Warbuggy and Deffkopta that is aboard the ship.

He was drunk before he decided he could fly and was completely off his face once they were in the air, Nazshak is making him land somewhere now.

He also has a habit of procuring foul-smelling fungus cigars from basically nowhere and smoking them all the time[/spoiler]
Rank: Burna Boy))

[Deadman Riseing]

Very good Zombie I like i can see myself be the butt of quite a few jokes

[Six]

Part of the sky darkened as what at first appeared to be a burning meteor of scrap plummeted at an angle into the scrapyard, digging a large furrow as bits and pieces flew off, it came to a stop and tipped over onto its side with a crash.

There was some banging on a door that looked like it had been torn off a wall, painted red and bolted on upside down after being thrown in a giant blender, the door earned a few more dents and there was muffled swearing inside as the occupant came to the slow realization that the door was stuck, there was a pause in the smashing and then the door was blown off its rough hinges and a hulking green figure pulled itself out of the welded together scrap, which was actually a ship.

"Dere! Iz toldz yer Iz cood land da Deez!" The Green figure pushed its helmet, which was actually a large crudlety built welding mask, back from its brutish features and yelled into the ship before jumping off with surprising agility

"C'mon! Itz yor falt dat we'ze ere and yuoz iz gonna 'elp me find sumfink ta fix da ship!"

[Deadman Riseing]

“MY FAULT?!?!??! It’s not my fault we crashed and wrecked da ship!” A voice yelled back form with in the ship another green figure emerged form the ship.
“And why do ya kep calling it da Deez I told ya it’s call Da Green Smashar ya bloody numb skull."
The other figure jumped off the ship and walked over to the other figure and batted it the back of head “And anyway why should I elp ya fix it I didn’t crash it.”   

[Six]

The much larger Ork retaliated by belting Nazshak in the face, knocking out a few teef, and bared his fangs at the smaller Ork

"Well youz waz da wun hoo found all da Fungus beer! And since Iz drivez da ship Iz getz ta name it! And dont yer go arguing! Az Iz da biggezt and Iz will stomp yer face in!"

Skarfang gestured with his choppa at the pieces of scrap "And yor da Mek-guy, so itz ur job ta make da Deez all flashy againz!"
The Burna Boy fished a fungus cigar outta his pocket and, lighting it with the end of his flamar, started smoking.
He jabbed a finger against Nazshaks chest. "Youz were da nav-gitgator, woz ur job ta tell me where ta go! And youz crappy at even dat simple job!"

(Thodol)

The Chaos Marine looked up as the ship crashed and muttered a curse in the dark tongue, of all creatures it had to be the vile greenskins.
"Orks" The way he said the word made it seem as if it was also a curse.


((And thus the argumentative duo is introduced))