PHONE BRUVA! I wouldn't be worried about that... >He'd say this as he steps onto an elevated platform. I'd be more worried about weither the Tau can handle it. >He'd then turn his head to one of the guardsmen at the console. Giving him a quick nod of his head as he speaks up.
Do it!
>The man would nod, before entering a few commands into the console. >This causes several mechanical arms to lower from the ceiling. Each one carrying a different peice of armor plating, that they would quickly attach onto Malak. >After a few moments, Malak would once again be encased within the prototype Inquisition power armor. >Pic related, but obviously more black, and covered in skulls and other Inqustion symbolism. >The last part that would be attached is the helmet. Its visors lighting up as the suit finally activates.
FINALLY... BACK TO WAR. >His voice would once again sound like that if a Dreadnaughts. HEH... I'VE ALWATS WANTED TO SAY THAT.
Christian Rivera
Okey-dokey you know they won't let you keep that armour once we're done >she smirks again but leans in to kiss his helmet. go get em.
Brayden Ross
you mean, allow her to repeatedly bash my bag carrying my 1000$ laptop and other dnd resources with a rock because she's bored whilst waiting for the bus? I didn't. Her mother did!
Cameron Roberts
>Following close behind. What of the assassins?
Matthew Williams
Damn. What a spoiled brat.
Lucas Bell
>Ron closes his eyes. But he senses something is wrong. He is sick to his stomach for a brief moment. It is a feeling unlike anything he has ever felt, and it is most unwelcome.
>he sits up on his cot. There's the possibility it could have been his imagination, of course. Banking on that would be neglecting his duties, though. Instead of letting it be, Ron stands up and leaves his little office.
William Sullivan
Inquisition will know what to do with them. Ones that we can trust anyway.
Thomas Myers
>Is lying in his tent >On his Ork "sample" that has been eviscerated >He only barely breathes and does not react to a rodent eating the dying skin around his wounds
Cooper Harris
INQUISITOR GREELY SAYS OTHERWISE. AND I DON'T THINK ANYONE ASSOCIATED WITH THE PROTOTYPE WILL CARE EITHER. SEEING AS THEY'RE DEAD.
>He'd then have the assault cannon attached into place upon his arm.
I always do...
>He'd then step down off of the platform before moving towards her and wrapping his empty arm around her in a tight embrace, before slowly backing away and heading out the door towards the command center.
Samuel Bell
... And what of the others? They're my brothers and isters too... Most of them, I still don't know how some are alive.
