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>>44306326
As you're nursing your arm and your companions are gathering up the bits and pieces of flying fish, Nila emerges from the river and looks around in utter confusion. "What in the wide world even happened here?!"

After you explain what you tried to do and show her you arm, she sighs and shakes her head in sympathy. "Burnout. You tried to do too much too soon! You thought just because you can use magic you can jump in and start doing whatever you wished?" She smacks the palms of your hands lightly, causing you to yelp in pain. "Idiot! You're lucky I'm fond of you... Stick to minor things first. Small blessings and healing. If you try to do too much, you could harm, or even kill yourself. You mustn't ever, EVER let these..." she traces a cool, soothing finger up one of the lines, "Reach your heart!" She pokes you painfully in the chest and holds her finger up to your face. "Understand? Be glad you didn't try to turn back a flood or something."

Is there anything you would like to talk to Nila about, before she storms off in a worried huff?

>>44306338
Sorry but I have no idea what I'm doing. Maybe you could teach me?

>>44306338
Grab her wrist and apologize, we acted out of ignorance and a desire not waste her time. Ask her if she can correct that ignorance through teaching and tell the girl you love her when there's an appropriate moment. I mean, fuck, she's got our backs and is a good, albeit distant mom

>>44305945
the fuck is a lynx unit? are we talking something titan-sized or is this like the size of a crisis suit?

>>44306129
A regiment of cats.

>>44306129
Think a Crisis suit with a healthy does of goes fast

Big but manageable enough for a person to reach up to 75% of the distance across the table without standing up.

Full of people.

>>44305300

One around which you have friends to play with

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>>44305129
He is wearing the original Mark I Tanker armor with its distinctive orange stripe and lack of the backwards facing protrusion common to the Mark I infantry helmets. Other than that, his armor is entirely white except for a large dark green spot on the outside of his right hand. Odd, you wonder what the significance of that is?

Before you can formulate a response, behind you calls out the distinctively deep voice of Mandalorian Crusader. "It was an honor to fight with you, sir. I would gladly follow you into battle against the Separatist scum once more."

You turn around, and you find that your reply dies in your throat when your eyes lay upon Crusader. Every inch Crusader's armor, regular Mark I, is colored except for his pristine white helmet. His armor has been colored black with intricate bands of orange intermingling with green accents along his chest piece and down the insides of his thighs, looking to you as roughly similar to the letter T.

His pauldrons are red with a dark silver outline, a pattern you see repeated on his gloves and his boots. Along his arms you see stripes of blue, green again, and gold with a thin red and silver border swirling together in a pattern that seems to connect the pauldrons to the gloves. The inside of the forearm, the outer sides of the midsection and the thighs, and the entirety of the lower legs above the boots had been left a sheer black.

The every color on the armor gleams brightly in the dull light of the parking structure. After a moment of staring in awe at Crusader's armor, you then spot a massive vibroblade in a sheath attached to the back of his armor that is half as wide and nearly as tall as he is. It as well has a similarly intricate color scheme, though the brightest colors are silver and gold.

Crusader chuckles lightly. "I see you are in awe at my armor, Lieutenant. I would be more than glad to regale you with our Mandalorian heritage whenever you would like."

> [Cont.]

>>44305174
Another trooper beside him that you barely noticed speaks up. Though now that you have paid mind to him, you cannot help but notice that he stands a full head over any other trooper. His armor is completely lacking in coloration, but you severely doubt you would mistake him for any other clone.

"I," This must be Big. Suiting name. "would like, to listen to one, now." His speech is both halting and precise, and when he speaks you can see him motioning with his hands. Everything about him screams degenerate to you, a mistake in the cloning procedure that should not have been sent into battle.

Crusader wraps his arm around Big's shoulders, no easy task you note, and responds with a booming laugh. "Come, comrade, let us find our lodgings on this planet!" He leads Big away towards a nearby building.

Xtreme gives his mad giggle. He is standing with a orange glove resting on a blaster pistol in his holster. There are yellow, what actually looks to be faded gold, X's all over the armor, the largest two on the upper right side of his helmet and over his heart on the front of his chest piece. A smattering of smaller X's are wildly spread out all along his arms and legs. One of the larger ones, more fresh than the surrounding ones, criss-crosses his entire right thigh and has a silver circle roughly painted around it. The armor is pitted, marred, burned, warped, and, as you see along the left side of Xtreme's helmet, partially melted.

It is the most abused piece of armor you have ever seen, and, while a pit of disgust lodges itself in your throat, you cannot help but feel an immense respect for the trooper.

Phi shakes his head beside you.. "I assume I will be seeing you in the bar later, X?"

He turns towards Phi. "You should join me now, Phi. We survived today, so we may as well live! Just like we used to, remember?"

> [Cont.]

>>44305207
"Sorry, X." Phi motions to you. "I think I'll stick with the Lieutenant for now. You know how shinies can be at times, and we wouldn't want another butterbar incident again on our hands."

"Fair, fair." X turns to you a little too sharply before returning his attention to Phi. "Well then, tally ho!" He spins on his heel and bounds off in a random direction. Phi laughs quietly.

"He's more likely to drown in the rain then find an open bar." Phi looks to you. "Well, you met most of the crew. Twitch, well, he like to go," He makes a vague motion with his hand. "Places, I never can keep track of him. And Jackpot," He points back over his shoulder at AT-TE 7330. "He never leaves his gunner seat. Practically lives there." Phi shrugs.

"Anyway, sir, what would you like to do?"

That entire encounter with the rest of your crew came and went so quickly that, you realize, you weren't able to get a word in. You are slightly disoriented.

> Orders? (Choose one.)

> [] Stay and talk with Phi about the crew, you have some questions. (Writein)
> [] Report to Captain Doubles.
> [] Try and find your sleeping quarters, you want get some shut eye.
> [] Follow Crusader, his stories seem interesting.
> [] Talk with Jackpot.
> [] Try and find Twitch.
> [] Catch up to Xtreme.
> [] Other

Popcorn initiative

>>44304655
Shh, no rolling, only modifiers now.

First person to yell out what their character is doing goes first.

>>44303503
dats sum gud art, Vox

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>>44303503
You are Brianna la Croix, journeyman necromancer, and a really great night has gotten very complicated, all of a sudden.

You can feel Brigette's - the Poet's - letter in your coat pocket, thick and suddenly very heavy. The fog the minstrel vanished into rolls back, leaving no sign of the beauty with the musical voice and those deep, almost pleading eyes.

You spare a glance for Amy and Nathan, and the two of them are looking at you in concern and confusion.

Gods, they have no idea. Did they see any of it?

You feel...

> Angry
> Guilty
> Lonely
> Scared

>>44303585
>> Angry
How fucking DARE she ruin a good night!
We decorated, got dressed to the nines, and she just waltzes in and fucking ruins it!

Every marine that was made on earth stayed loyal. Every marine found on the primarchs planet went traitor.

They all apply

Night Lords. Kurze didn't care about them if I recall.

>>44302067
>Every marine that was made on earth stayed loyal.
Like Ahriman and Kharn rite?

That shit would be too big

>>44300957
>Could such a thing exist without involving a major rape of physics?
No, but I don't care. It's epic as fuck and any good space opera needs at least one.

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I would have no idea what to do with it if it worked. It crushes planets and system like ants, what are you supposed to do against it? Seems awesome tho.

Contributing with world eater beast.

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"For a second there I thought I was getting a threesome. Oh well, save it for my birthday".

"But your birthday is waaaay too far away" Ranlis teases, eliciting minor reactions from Al.

---

You head back to your place and play some super bombad racing for a bit, before you put on some of those neiomidian cartoons you love making Al sing the theme song to so much.

Al and Ranlis tend to ignore each other and only talk to you, which makes for a weird conversation, and there's only a few more force lightning's from Ranlis, and she even gets clocked in the jaw at one point for trying to pull Al's pendant off.

No one died like you were expecting though, so it's all good.

You're tired and your head's killing you so you temporarily pass out to the sound of arguing.

When you wake up after your beautiful dream of living in a marshmallow house, your eye opens to see Ranlis fingering Al up against the beanbag with her back to you, while Al's eyes are too closed over to see you.

>what do
>watch
>just go back to sleep
>"Shouldn't you be going home now Al? We have work tomorrow"
>break them up
>join (fade to black)
>get up and head to your room loudly

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obligatory youngling bump along with "This is s sandbox quest, the galaxy's your oyster"

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1 more bump 4 i let it die

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Also, I feel kind of oblivious for not knowing this. I had assumed that Marit Lage was introduced in Coldsnap as a one-off throwaway neat card, but apparently she goes all the way back to fucking Ice Age. The Lovecraft reference is right there in the flavor text (referencing the famous line "in his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming") and as far as I know it's the earliest Lovecraft reference in MTG.

I hadn't even thought of that. That would be damn cool. But I still hope it's Baron Sengir.

I always find these 40k crossover threads to be among the saddest you can find on this board.

It has the same sort of mentality as all those My Little Pony crossovers, where these people don't really appreciate what kind of clashing mess results when you combine the franchise equivalent of grapefruit with just about any other fruit.

Really, you're not supposed to include grapefruit pieces in fruit salads. It just makes everything taste like bad grapefruit.

>>44299355
I miss spacebattles.com

>>44299269
well judging by your description they'd fare well for a bit. Then they'd lose a battle eventually and they won't be able to recover from the losses. Repeat till extinction/hiding.

>>44299237
why not ca/tg/uys?

you're being exclusionary

I really want a goreshade lord of ruin

>>44299237
new sister models

>>44299237
A nice group to play with.
Russia is so full of shit and suffering on so many levels.
Finding good online groups is hard, finding offline ones is even harder.

chess, checkers, go, shogi, mancala, and poker

also make em up talky time and drink the booze

>>44294882
>Pieces on squares instead of intersections
You done fucked up

>>44294882
Chess, go, tarot.

Super science of course. Just for fun.
In terms of taking over the world I'd just create rampant A.I and release it on the internet (bound to my whims). I'm sure it wouldn't be very hard after that point

>>44289305
How would this take out the other users?

>>44289193

Easy, Super Science.

It's the only one that improves the rest of humanity along side you and all of those ideas are still yours. Even if your name doesn't read President of Earth as the guy who developed interstellar travel, immortality and AI you might as well be.