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The Drunken Plot

The mound of paperwork that was stacked atop Kal’s desk hide him from sight as he tirelessly scanned and signed papers “ one hundred Carnodons to Hive world.........MIcah!” kal knocks several piles of papers over so he could see through the mountains of paperwork to his Second in command sitting at his own desk signing work himself “ Why in the Emperors name are we shipping Carnodons to a hiveworld?” The short Cadian merely looked up from his paperwork and shrugged “ Why are we shipping three tons of Redux and Dreamjuice to a Agri-world on the edges of the Emperium?” he describes the shipping manifesto with a raised eyebrow. A flurry of paper is launched about the room as Kal is now standing atop his desk brandishing his powersaber “ Frak to this bullshit I’m a wanted Criminal Lord I wont sign another paper til I’ve destroyed at least one Hive city and my Liver!” he points the blade towards Micah frustration in his voice “ Summon some minions to finish this paperwork! Then Send a Telegraph to Inquisitor Dakka, Tell him the Third Gift is ready and I demand him to meet me at this Hive city if he doesn't come I’m blowing up a Hab sector and blaming it on him” hopping down from the desk and sheathing his blade Kal marches off out of the room defiantly. “If you didn't want to do the bloody paperwork you could have just said so you twat!” Micah yelled after him picking up paperwork off the floor.

[zetkinandanam]

Honor among thieves

Anam dragged one barely conscious man out in an alleyway as Issac man handled the others, tossing them out to see to their friend before slamming the door behind them. Looking back at the kids as the door was closing Anam saw broken noses along with bruises were start to appear. Some where from the brawl with Issac and Anam, some were from the rubber bullets Kenna had used on them. With the door blocking them from veiw the pair turned back to find Kenna looking over the crates.

“That was laughably easy. Were you even holding back Issac?”, Kenna asked as the pair came up to stand on either side of her to look over the crates.

“Course I did, I just don’t think they were expectin’ kids with tactics.”, he snorted as he had toned his strength back since it had just been a group of normal humans. As they talked Anam frowned as she looked at the lid and saw a stamp on it over the old mark.

“You guys recognize this?”, she asked showing them the silver skull that was stamped over the PDF image.

“Not a gang I’ve seen. Don’t matter lets get this stuff moved and notife the buyer that we got what they wanted so we can arrange the exchange.”, Issac said closing it up and lifting the crates up easily as they headed for the tunnels that would take them back to their nest.

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The Xerxian “Guest” (Closed)

The ‘Stars Shadow’ moved quietly through the warp with no Interruptions or red flags so the crew took advantage of this long journey to rest and recuperate from another one of the Boss’s Enthusiastic Walks planetside.

Deep within the ships corridors Kal sat quietly behind his wooden desk in the silence going through his paperwork. there where no distraction from His Son, Micah,or the crew even his Whispers were currently quieted at this time of night. “ I could really go for a Cup of recaf” he muttered to himself as he worked only stopping the signing to look up and around the empty room “ I bet the Mechanics have Recaf” he set his pen down atop the paperwork removed his reading monocle and headed towards the Mechanics area unimpeded.

Pouring the dark liquid of the gods into his cup Kal brought it to his lips and took a long sip of the steaming liquid and let out a calming sigh in the emptiness of the Hanger bay “ This is pure bliss....” The smuggler reach forward to grab the pot of recaf with the intention of refilling his cup but with a twirl he hurls the cup and pot into the silent darkness of the Hanger.

“ALRIGHT SHOW YOURSELF!!” Kal shouted his saber drawn its power-field activated crackling around the blade as he stood ready “ It’s been too quiet and I haven't heard from my birds! So I know Somethings up!” He threatened the darkness and the silent Hangers like a madman his prosthetic eye scanning frantically.

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The new and updated look of Kal Kross Lord Smuggler of the Silver Skulls @kaisyl my fiance was wonderful enough to do the picture for me.

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Vivian Corazon

Vivian Ducked under the incoming Devil claws as they sweeped over her head just barely grazing her flowing brown hair, turning that duck into a roll she sought to gain distance from her Sslyth attacker the Xeno pushed its advantage surging forward with its serpentine body its four limbs swinging its deadly arsenal of Blades. Mid roll Vivian slipped three darts from her belt and launched them behind her towards the Xeno in a vain attempt to slow him down while she rose from her roll and ran towards some crates.

The Sslyth was quick to parry the three darts with a pair of smaller daggers sparks flying from his interception as steel met dart but it was enough to pause his advance slightly as he switched to charge in from a angle towards her blades ready.

Vivian used the few seconds she bought to launch herself atop the crate and reach down towards her belt clasping the buckle and pressing the release switch at the top she pulls it from the loops of her pants, pressing another switch the belt takes solid form of a Serpentine Blade moments after slipping out of the loops its power-field activating with a crackle she takes a defensive stance just before lunging at the oncoming Xeno from atop the box with a cartwheel strike.

the Xeno was surprised by the sudden change of tempo from the Assassin but he welcomed the confrontation dropping prone almsot and slithering underneath her flip the crackle of her blades field inches from the Sslyths scales, He coiled up behind her as she landed spinning back around and striking at him with her sword so he sacrificed a Devils claw to deflect her blow as he pushed forward once more his four arms striking wildly at the assassin.

Vivian desperately deflect the Xenos flurry of attacks with every blade she broke upon her serpentines Blade the Sslyth just pulled another from his arsenal upon his back, she took several cautionary steps backwards caught up in deflecting her foot its grabbed by the Xenos tail and pulled out from under her causing her to fall face first into a section of the Creatures tail catching her.

“ Ssorry....you ok?” came the hissing whisper of the Xeno named Kross “ Yes Fork’s” She replied referring to him by his nickname in a muffled voice her face still in his tail “ You did better” he hissed helping her up and brushing dust off her jacket “ Really then why do I feel like someone was holding back?” she narrowed her eyes up at the Xeno who remained silent and pretending to check her arms for any wounds “ I’m fine you big Lizard” reaching up she patted the Xeno on the snout, his forked tongue flicked out in what she would call a smile “ that's enough exercise for today lets go find Kal he promised us lunch~” she offered the Xeno her arm waiting for him to wrap his lower set with hers “ now Where could he have gotten?” she looked down at her right palm at a circle of faded scars except for one line that appeared to move in her flesh constantly pointing in one direction no matter which way she turned her hand.

“I can always find my Target~” she smiled and began to walk off with Kross in search of Kal using her gift like a GPS to find the elusive smuggler.

[ferrum-defectus]

A Large Tuna is hurled through the corridors at the Iron hand as a cloaked shadow flees the Astarte.

Tyr looked at the shadowed figure and could have sworn to see human like features upon the obscure image. Had he the capability of frowning towards the shadowed figure’s actions, he would, however he had long since lost the ability to show his face in earnest. His helm was bonded to him just as he had once had a face. Something which was now only a memory while a trio of occulobes where his left eye had once been now tracked the giant Thunnus of Old Terra. It was a sight which invoked some distant memory now forgotten to him, a feeling dwells within his mechanical chest.

A simulation, nothing more. Yet instead of merely watching the creature struggle, he kneels down onto the deck with a heavy impact and lifts the great Thunnus up with his cold, mechanical arms. It is lighter than he expected, though the creature was streamlined for its environment. It was strong, even if it had been of Flesh.

Yet even in the face of such an event, the Iron Hand betrayed no sign of confusion but rather knowledge of where the creature had come from. He steps forward through the hall, following a trail he had before. It was a short journey and one of expedited nature as he came before a great tank with more of its kind. His eyes or rather what now served as his eyes could already see the contents within the water. Data feeds pulsed into his mind and spoke to him of temperature, content and even the other species of microbiology that existed within the tank. This was among one of the greatest treasures in his own mind as such invoked a feeling of home. Not one born of Medusa, for such was his birth world, but the primal emotion that spoke of an age where man looked up at the stars.

There is a stair well that leads up a gantry and the Astartes climbs it like any other man, his multitude of servo arms folding behind him to allow his bulk passage. At the apex, the creature struggles to breath and he lowers it into the water, letting oxygen cycle through its gills once more. It becomes lively and thrashes out of his grasp, shooting into the massive tank. What now pass for eyes track the great fish as it swims through the water, free of the constricting asphyxiation outside of its environment. He does not attribute this to a form of weakness however, considering the evolutionary path in which these beasts had taken.

It reminded him of a more peaceful age as humorous as the mere thought of such could have been. He had seen much of the Imperium and visited many worlds. While his work had been amid the forges of war, he could never truthfully turn the beauty of nature away from him. Expansive environments were oft a treasure trove for the sight when he had once looked upon it with eyes made of flesh. When sensations born of his own mind had felt real.

“Much has changed.“ He mutters to himself as he descends from the stairway. “Much has changed and yet I remain the same..“

He walks out of the room, not sparing the great Thunnus another glance. “There is still more work to do..”