dm: the necron prostituted himself to pay for barracks.
lux: getting mind-linked with ray has really made him question his loss of humanity, hasn't it?

captain: ok, you got us a very good shield, no questions. but you did not warn me about brutally assaulting my funds! i may thank you in private, but you'll have to be made an example of...
dag: this is gonna suck isn't it?
dm: a couple of kasrkin prepare their truncheons and some lube.
dag: no good deed goes unpunished...
ray: told you!

ray: fly me closer! i want to stab them with my gun!

dm: so, you guys want to just get shot into the ork ship?
necron: me first!!
ray: dude, orks invaded half my planet! i'm first!
necron: wrestle you for it!
ross: great... we got legolas and gimli over there.
dag: and i'm not sure which is which...
dm: i haven't slept enough to decide.

ray ooc: does ray know he's blinded by his hatred for greenskins?
dm: *rolls* KILL THEM TO DEATH TWICE AND USE THEIR HIDE AS BEDROLLS!!
dag: i'm pretty sure that means no, ray.
ray: *grins* good.

captain: ok, seneschal, i want you to manage the bridge. stealth assault mode.
dag: yes, captain!
captain: pilot, plot a course without hitting minefields and debris this time. fast and fluid, if you please.
ross: by your command.
captain: tech-priestess? would you mind blessing the auspex?
lux: *something vaguely binary sounding*
captain: lieutenant?
ray: *grins*
captain: *sigh* please brief the helljumpers on how to assault a fortified ork position. suit up.
ray: you're too good to me, boss!
dm ooc: if your obvious enthusiasm wasn't so contagious, you'd probably get slapped silly for that one.
ross: let him do the slapping, we'll take care of the silliness.

*blong!*
ross: what the hell was that?!
ray: heavy bolter dropping on the ship's hull.
dag: previous experience?
ray: nah, there's the imprint of the thing above my head.
dm: heavy bolters go "blong" now? i thought they went "clang! ow!!"
lux: that's on meatbag feet only. not on hulls.

ray: be vewwy vewwy quiet, i'm huntin' greenskins!
necron: as long as he doesn't paint himself purple, i won't worry about his mental health.
dm: i'm more worried about his player's mental health that his character's! i said "no bugs bunny"!
dag: meh, throw it on the receipt.
dm: 0.o how... what... buh...

ross: ray! i specifically said "no overkill"!!
ray: not my fault dag painted a plasma mine for me to shoot!
dag: i just wololo'd over the auspex and it seemed to work!
lux: i'm stuck between several cogs down in the engine bay. some assistance is needed.
dm: how the hell have you guys survived this long?!
necron: stasis chamber! *glasses pull*

necron: ok, you get the horde on the right half, i get the one on the left.
ray: ... deal, then we team up in close quarters to finish them off with pointy things and war cries.
dag: why are they so childishly violent? we've got macro-batteries for that!
ross: because they can actually have fun in fights rather than sleeping with a gunshot wound.
dm: no out-orking orks!
necron: watch us.