MY SHOTGAN BOHT YOURS ROBOT
Field Kit Inspection: Praetorian Peaks Edition
>stumbles into view, reeking of cheap liquor and blood.
It's always a surprise where I'll be when I wake up from a drug induced coma.
Who is this genral?
I doubt that this will be going smothly hmph. Fine RIGHT IF ANYONE IS STILL ON HIS SHIP AFTERHE SHUTTLES LEAVE YOUR DOING INTENSIVE SCOUT TRAINING AND HAVING A MEDICAL CHEAK UP. MOVE IT
If you consider Hive towers, and toxic sand, on a planet with laws and rationing so strict, that even the air itself is rationed, to be a beach, than sure. We're all going to the beach Sergeant!
Rolled 1 (1d20)
XENOS!
>I'd pick up my Las-gun, aiming at it's head
>I'd fire a shot, hoping to hit it
You're the bestest. Now lets get some good food. Now find one of the cogboys and stick with them
>Rias would walk next to him and smirks
V for victory
Rolled 3 (1d20)
>My gun would break on the spot because of my cancer rolls
>I'd take out my las-pistol, aiming it at the Xenos head
>I'd fire a shot into it's head!
Rolled 9 (1d20)
OI DON DO THAT YAH CANT KELL YER OWN MEHN TAKE THAS TRAYTOR
>a noble
>giving a regiment use of the estate
>giving THIS regiment use of the estate
...I feel something is off about this.
Last time I felt like this, my homeworld was invaded.
>Astartes training
>Bad
>Medical check up
>VERY Bad
On the other mechadendrite, the planet is probably safer than this ship!
>Rho picks up a pack of tools and supplies, hopping aboard a transport and settling by a viewport
Aww
>The tech priest picks up his beach chair and umbrella, placing them back into his quarters