PurpleRain:
Silence foul poltigiest! I don't think you blew yourself up so Kalidan and Gremlin are fine.

Crap, Such a waste.
And besides, i think the game will be a lot slower seeing as most of the active users are gone (Larenexis for example.)So it will take ages, I'm kind of glad i made it this far i guess, seeing it was my first RP ever.

Damn you gremlin, this is what happens when you nose into my business, People die.

Yeah, I just had you hide stuff in various little places on the ship. Carrying around a bunch of explosives would arouse enough suspicion as it is.

Pie:
OCC- Great. That's freaking awesome.
Am i the only one who wanted to vote for everyone sitting around singing "Why can't we be friends...".
Sigh, You guys are mean, At the slightest hint that i'm an evily evil bastard everyone votes for me to go boom.
Oh well.
I Completely blame you gremlin, COMPLETELY. =3
And for the record, i would of voted for Gen hellspawn.
Also, I was wondering galt, Does this make Kalidan and Gremlin DEAD? or did they make it out in time, Or were the explosives i "Placed" in a different part of the ship?

OOC: The daemon made me do it!

Gremlin sat down, and muttered "Well that was interesting. Alright Daemon, judging by the fact you're still here I assume you still want something?"

OOC: Sure, blame the Daemon! It's always the Daemon's fault! :P

The Delinquent causes more shockwaves of pain to rip through Gremlin's body. "Hold your tongue, mortal! I will not be spoken to like that. If you wish to continue existing in this realm, return to your vehicle. We need it's sensors. I was searching for the wrong thing. We need to tune it's scanners to biological material. Now go!"

Once his eyeballs had stopped smoking, Gremlin shook his head in an attempt to clear it. He also had an enjoyable mental image of the daemon being rattled around inside. "I wish you'd stop doing that." he growled, as he got up, and stumbled to the hold. For the benefit of anyone watching, as he left he hollered "just making sure Pie didn't strap any of those explosives to the Gremlin!" And with that, he hobbled off.

Once again back in the seat of the Gremlin (for it seemed to have escaped Pie's pre-emptive wrath), Gremlin found a bottle of booze, unopened, fallen down into the footwell. He picked it up, opened it up with his teeth, and, his mood having increased immensely, hummed a very rude military ditty under his breath as he ran the scans. Frenzied beeping from the array cut into this cheerful reverie, and he stared wide eyed at what his scanner was showing him.

"Uh, Daemon... What the hell am I looking at?"

Interesting question I thought up: could you get the daemon drunk if it's in your mind?

"Ophelia, how are we for fuel? If we cannot reach the planet anyway then there is little point in trying. Rain, I feel as strongly as you do about finishing our mission but only five of us remain and we barely have half a ship. Perhaps it would be better to find a port as we would barely be able to defend ourselves if the governor does have planetary defences or, Emperor forbid, a fleet." advised Kalidian as he ran his eyes across the remaining crew.

"Wait, where is Gremlin?"

"We best find Gremlin and bring him up here with Ophlia and the rest. And don't undermind me Kalidian, we're both doing this for the same reasons. Something needs to be uncovered and we will find out! This isn't some assortment of crew members here, we were all chosen by the Emperor himself for this! Doesn't it makes sense why we're fighting this hidden enemy to you yet? We keep moving. To fly back and get a fleet will show our weakness. We must be strong brother. Now let's find that pilot."

OOC: Galt, I believe that experimentation may be required :P

OOC: Game Master, spawn me a dozen bottles of boooze! We're getting this resident of chaos pished! *Pokes Irish* I asked you a question daemon. Honestly, you torture my character into doing this stuff then ignore me when I try and follow orders! I feel very unloved and unnecessary! :P

OOC: You are unloved and unnecessary, as far as my character is concerned :P Forgive me. I've been trying to develop this as I go. As far as the drunkeness goes...Bring it on!!!

"It's rather simple. This is not the work of a single man...or necessarily a man at all. Scan for whatever is not human on this ship.

...and check your fire weapon on this contraption. We may need it.

Rain leaves the room in search for Gremlin. Rain always dismissed the pilot as a lunatic after the events that happend, but he's been gone far too long. Perhaps he was letting something on?

OOC; Do you reckon we'd get away with Spawning some hideous monstrosity in the bowels of this ship? I guess it wouldn't really change the murderer, and would give people a reason to post and keep the story active...

Once again, Gremlin fired up the scanner. He took a swig from the bottle as he configured it to the daemon's commands. Once done, he hit the big red scan button and the scanner's arm swept round the display. As it passed, a worryingly large number of dots appeared. Gremlin tensed, fingers wrapping round the joystick, but then relaxed. "I didn't realise we had rats..." he muttered.

Then he noticed something and his blood ran cold. The scanner was reading something right on his position. He whipped his pistol out, straining in his seat to see what it was. The daemon, sitting in his head, spoke, it's voice laden with irony "Once you've stopped your terrified twitching, you worthless sack of skin and guts, it might occur to you that it is somehow picking up me.

Gremlin slapped his forehead. "Oh yeah... that actually kinda makes sense" he muttered. He turned his attention back to the scan. It was picking up something larger than all the rats strewn about the ship. It's hard to identify shape from scanners, but it didn't look friendly. "Uh... daemon, what is that?" he asked.

It seems to me,that by lynching the most active players, this thread has become untouched, I mean jesus guys, This is the first time it's EVER been on the second page, i've always seen it on the first.

OOC: Yay, off on our own tangent! I've taken your advice, Gremlin.

The Daemon looked at the scanners. Whatever it was, it was big. He cursed himself for not noticing this thing's presence before. Now that he had concentrated, he could sense what had happened. Somehow, someone had unleashed a Warp beast in the bowels of the ship. This was not a servant nor a part of the Great Lord's plans. It must be stopped.

"Move quickly, after it! It must be slain! If you can, take this contraption...you're going to need it."

OOC: Worried inquiry: Advice? I don't remember giving any advice! Oh, you mean spawning the beast? Heh, should be a larf.

Narrative statement: Gremlin's eyes bulged. "What?! Take this thing through the corridors? I... I don't even know if it'll fit!" he exclaimed, firing up the motors regardless. "Still..." he broke into a grin. "I like a challenge." He slammed the throttle into full and the Singing Gremlin stormed forwards, charging the nearest door at an alarming rate. If The Delinquent had been capable of facial expressions, it may have raised an eyebrow as it saw the doorway was slightly lower than the cockpit. It was certain Gremlin hadn't noticed and cursed the human's ineptitude. But timing it perfectly, the sentinel was in mid-step as it reached the door, so was lowered enough to fit through with only a minor scraping. Gremlin whooped as the walker hurtled far too quickly along the steel corridors.

Rain, meanwhile, was running full pelt towards the hold. Gremlin's 'minor scrape' had been loud enough to alert the whole ship. He reached a corner and had to hurl himself out the way to avoid being stepped on as a large, highly mobile lump of combat metal piloted by a lunatic came charging round it. As it stomped off, Rain heard Gremlin's shout: "Sorry boss! Big beastie problem being taken care of!". Deciding this was interesting enough not to shoot Gremlin on the spot, and that getting a shot would be a tad difficult regardless, Rain stodd up and ran after him.

OOC: c'mon lads! Lets bag us a beastie! Get involved!

OOC: I was only banned for one week because i posted some stupid YTMND link as a thread.

IC: Gremlin, assuming Rain was going to kill him, ran at a speed that would allow him to escape Rain, but not come too close to the beast. Gremlin continued to run, until he thought that he'd lost him. Looking in the other direction, he saw the beast waiting to bite. Suddenly, a high pitched sound, like a chainfist spinning up, entered the room. Before either of them could pinpoint where the sound came from, or even what it was, several bright pink beams cut through the warp-beast's head. The beast winced, then fell to the floor with a loud thump. Out of a corridor, Hellspawn ran out, whipping out a strange cord, and fasten the beast to the ground.
"Hellspawn!?! I thought you were dead!" said Gremlin dumbfounded
"Dead? Feh, dieing is for pussies. Get Rain down here to do his blessings and shit, I'll be in the mess hall. Haven't had a good meal for days."

OOC: Frustrated curse: dammit Hellspawn! We had something good going there :P
OOC: Spiteful analysis: Oh well, nothing I can't work with. Looks like it's Captain Loophole to the rescue!

IC: Gremlin sat in his Sentinel, staring at the moaning form of the Warp beast. The barely-living corpse was pulsating under the effects of rigormortis (spelling?). However, it suddenly disappeared, the chord that Hellspawn had used to restrain it falling to the deck. Before the man could irritate him with pointless questions, the Delinquent spat "It's a daemon, man-thing. It's body was made of concentrated Warp energy. The spirit has returned to the Warp, leaving the flesh to die."

Gremlin snarled inside his head. He knew more than this condescending daemon gave him credit for. Wondering where Hellspawn had come from, and how he was going to get the Gremlin back in the hold, he glanced down at the scanners. After a split second, he recoiled. The large signal was still there...

"What is the meaning of this, Daemon? Why is that signal still on the radar?!"

"I thought it would have been obvious, flesh creature. That cretin was not the only beast on this ship. We must travel deeper into the depths of the ship. It may be more than just a single beast."

OOC: cross-eyed query: What the hell is going on now? And... way to make an anti-climax. Damn we were building up to that for ages!

Enlightened pondering: aha, just caught up I think. good call Irish me old mate. The Gremlin will taste blood yet

Narrative statement: Gremlin raised an eyebrow. "More of them? Dammit, just having you round is bad enough, Daemon, how many of your pals do we have hanging round? And no nerve frazzling! You make me twitch and people, mainly us, start dying. Ah well! Forward!" He whooped again and the Gremlin charged forwards, the hunt was on once more.

OOC: Disappointed statement: Gremlin, I thought you were smart enough to pick that one up on the first try...meatbag.

Narrative Statement: The daemon stared intently at the console of the Gremlin, watching the flashing icon grow closer. "How dare you group me with these cretin, human. They are simplistic predators, whereas I am a servant of my divine Lord T. As for nerve shocking, I won't punish you if you give me no reason to. Now find these things, and burn them!"

OOC: Prophetic Vision: Something big is about to happen. Tragic confrontation is approaching.

irishdelinquent:

OOC: Prophetic Vision: Something big is about to happen. Tragic confrontation is approaching.

Fingers crossed for something awesome, like say gremlin being cut in two.

Pie:

irishdelinquent:

OOC: Prophetic Vision: Something big is about to happen. Tragic confrontation is approaching.

Fingers crossed for something awesome, like say gremlin being cut in two.

OOC: Proud compliment: Such loathing and spite...I'm impressed.

OOC: Leave me alone, Captain Loophole confuses me. That and I thought Hellspawn had punched me to start with. Don't kill me! I'm too pretty to die! And incidentally, is anyone else actually on this? just seems to be me an Irish at the moment.

Gremlin was hunched over the controls, the sentinel moving at a speed unheard of from regulation combat walkers. Expertly navigating the winding corridors in the bowels of the ship, he glanced down from time to time and noticed with a bizarre combination of dread and extreme excitement that the icon was getting bigger as he approached it... it even looked fearsome in scanner signature format. Whatever happened, he was about to see something impressive.

As the dot closed, they reached the final corridor. In the distance the corridor blossomed out, forming perhaps a sub-hold, or auxiliary cargo bay. And at the back, a large shape loomed in the shadows, waiting. Gremlin grinned and let instinct take over. His finger wrapped around the flamer trigger, ready to fire, and his thumb gently rested on the hunter-seeker missile launch button. "Ok Daemon." he roared "Let's dance!"

OOC: take it away Irish, where's the tragedy?

Pie:

irishdelinquent:

OOC: Prophetic Vision: Something big is about to happen. Tragic confrontation is approaching.

Fingers crossed for something awesome, like say gremlin being cut in two.

Pie, I don't know if you remember me,(Took Took, from the "question To Those Vegie Eaters thread")I just want to say I agree with you. Singing Gremlin makes it his business to ruin other peoples good time. These forums are about having discussions, not showing how "clever" one is by stringing together the longest amount of words on an insult.

tooktook:

Pie:

irishdelinquent:

OOC: Prophetic Vision: Something big is about to happen. Tragic confrontation is approaching.

Fingers crossed for something awesome, like say gremlin being cut in two.

Pie, I don't know if you remember me,(Took Took, from the "question To Those Vegie Eaters thread")I just want to say I agree with you. Singing Gremlin makes it his business to ruin other peoples good time. These forums are about having discussions, not showing how "clever" one is by stringing together the longest amount of words on an insult.

Look, we're having a nice fun roleplaying session here. Can we try and leave disputes out of this? If you have an issue with Singing Gremlin on another thread, report it or discuss it there. Or better yet, message him and deal with it personally.

OOC: I... Good grief. *Head scratching* Tooktook, if I really upset you enough for you to hold a grudge this long, PM me your bitching. Otherwise don't inflict it on everyone, yeah?

OOC: Well, back to some good ole roleplyaying. Don't worry Gremlin, I won't let you die...

IC: The human did not need to tell The Delinquent twice. He could smell this abomination's filth. As it stepped into the light, a putrescent stench crept towards Gremlin. Restraining his gag reflex, he cursed. "What in the name of the Commissar Yarrick is that thing?!"

The daemon stared at the mutation. The form was barely recognizable from what it originally was. It's intestines hanging about it, spilling bile on the deck. "It is him" though the Delinquent to himself. "I had expected to see you here, Gulgarax, but not this soon." The thrice-damned servant of the Lord of Decay was here once more, attempting to interrupt the carefully-laid plans of Lord T. The idiot could have chosen a better form...this one didn't even have a head with which to spout petty threats.

"By the God Emperor! Is that....Wolvaroo?" Gremlin seemed repulsed at the very thought. He had seen that Ogryn's head blown clean off. And yet here it stood, rotting and headless. The powers of the Warp had re-shaped the beast. While the Ogryn had always been massive, it now stood at a height rivaling the Sentinel. Pus seeped from many scabs and sores covering it's body, and smaller creatures seemed to be almost budding from it. "The powers of Chaos are truly twisted. How can they bring the living back from the dead?"

"You imbecile. It's not alive. All that daemon did was possess the body. He's pumping Warp energy through it's body to make it move. We daemons can possess nearly anything that way. Now hurry, BURN IT!"

Gremlin gagged for a brief moment. However, a smile crept over his face in an instant. He didn't need this damned daemon to tell him twice. "Well Gremlin, looks like it's time to go to work! Let your flamers sing!" Smiling maniacally, he squeezed the flamer trigger. The promethium ignited instantly, and incinerated the walking corpse. However, after he loosened his grip, he saw the monstrosity still standing. "Alright then, time to make the fat lady sing!" He slammed his hand on the launch button for the HK missile. Gore and filth splattered over the walls of the hallway as the explosion rocked the ship. Gremlin exhaled, glancing down at the radar display. It definitely wasn't there anymore.

"Well daemon, that was a close one" Gremlin said. He stepped out of the Sentinel, landing on the deck with a loud THUD from his mechanical leg. He inspected what little remained of the beast, keeping his las-pistol drawn. He then reached for his vox-caster. "Rain, this is Gremlin reporting. Sorry about all that. I had to deal with a major disturbance down here. Just let me get the Gremlin back to the hold, and I'll explain everything. Over and out."

As he turned towards his sentinel, he laughed and said "You know daemon, you're not that bad."

The Gremlin 's hydraulics whined as it's legs extended, taking the ladder out of Gremlin's reach. It turned so that the flamer aimed right at the pilot.

++Well, we can't have that, can we fleshling?++ echoed from the sentinel's speakers. ++Thank you for showing me how to operate this thing, and for ridding me of that nuisance. Now, I must return to doing Lord T's bidding...after eliminating you.++
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Gremlin now faces his worst nightmare. He stands alone in the depths of the ship, at the mercy of the newly "upgraded" Delinquent. He must destroy his beloved Singing Gremlin , or be killed by it. Will no one help him?

OOC: HA! Tragedy at it's finest, Gremlin! You've got a tough decision to make, mate :P

Also, come on guys! Join in the fun!

WOW, EPIC THREAD!!!

Sorry, but I never seen as much replies before.

Here's some EPIC music to go along-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqP2HAglbZs&feature=related

Enjoy :)

OOC: Sorry guys. I've been away at college for a bit and have quickly read over the page. Is the deliquent now Gremlin's Sentinal?!

IC: A bolt flew across the hold and struck the flamer on its side. Rain stepped out of the shadows of the hold. He must have been watching the fight.

"You've gotten yourself in a bit of a situation here Gremlin. You know the punishment for affiliating with a daemon? And Deliquent, how nice it is to see you again. I was hopeing that you could have dissapeared when Irish died but you decided to stick around. How thoughtful of you."

Rain, with his spare hand, unhinged his chainsword from its holster.

OOC: Yes I am, Rain. I am the Sentinel. *giggles maniacally* Just think of me being kinda like a Defiler now....a two-legged Defiler that looks like an AT-ST, but a Defiler nonetheless.

IC:
++Ah, the lapdog of the Golden Corpse. How I'd hope I'd be the one to kill you. And now Lord T has blessed me with the chance. Those are the perks of serving the True Gods of this universe. Now, prepare to burn.++

Kalidian was thrown to the floor by the force of the explosion, he had been making his way toward the hold, hoping to catch up with Rain before things got out of hand, unfortunately it looked like he hadn't been fast enough. Kalidian picked himself up and began sprinting in the direction of the hold, as he neared it he heard gunfire and the whoosh of a promethium detonation. He pulled up short as he rounded the last corner before the hold, and he was met by the strangest sight. Rain, his bolt-pistol drawn and aimed at Gremlin's Sentinel, Gremlin on his knees before the machine which, itself, was partly on fire.

"Rain! What's going on?" bellowed Kalidian as he ran into the hold and drew his auto-pistol. Then the Sentinel spoke and Kalidian knew exactly what was happening.
"Daemon." he hissed as he moved to stand beside Rain.