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6/19/2016 8:46:50 PM
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[i]"Great. You got your own weapons? I can give you one, otherwise."[/i]
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"Yup, I have two normal Necron weapons along with a custom one I made that shifts between an axe and shotgun form."
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[i]"Made it yourself? Impressive."[/i]
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"Yeah, it was necessary due to close quarters battles with enemies being hard with a large Gauss Cannon in my hands."
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[i]"Fair, I suppose. Usually I use my Lord staff if I feel like having both melee and ranged in one."[/i]
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"That's a good idea.. I prefer my Gauss axe due to the fact it has saved my ass since I've made it."
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[i]"Yep. I understand attachment to weapons."[/i]
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"Anyway... Which way will be start going in?"
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[i]"hm..."[/i] He closed his eyes, rolling his arms around for a while, until he made them come to a sudden halt. He opened his eyes, looked at where his arms were pointed, then he looked down. [i]"Hm... where do you want to go..."[/i] He shifted a bit. [i]"East it is."[/i]
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"Alright, let's get going then.." [b]Vaaxius walks eastward[/b]
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Together, they walk eastbound on the ship, going beyond the gates of the General Quarters. They are left to the dark corridors of the ship. [i]"Well then, let's go find some stuff to kill, shall we?"[/i]
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"We shall..." [b]Vaaxius pulls her Gauss axe out and turns it on, the green light coming from the head of the weapon lighting some of the path.[/b]
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[i]"Let's see... what to take, what to take..."[/i] He rummaged through his pack, looking for weapons to use. He grabbed his Daemonhammer, his tau plasma blade, his Carnifex blade and a strange, Orkish gun.
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"What kind of gun is that? I haven't seen one like it before."
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[i]"That, My love, is an ork Snazzgun. It's the most elite weapon an Ork could ever have."[/i] http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/warhammer40k/images/5/5c/Snazzgun.png/revision/latest/thumbnail-down/width/340/height/232?cb=20140203150439 The gun was about the size of a heavy bolter, it had three separate barrels. One was used to lob plasma shells, the other two fired large, overzised shells. How the gun held together, it boggled Vaaxius' mind.
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"I'm not going to question why the gun isn't in pieces right now and just hope it can easily f*ck up half the things on this ship."
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[i]"Oh it most likely can. I still feel bad about it though. The ork I took it from literally cried. But hey, at least I've taken good care of it."[/i]
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"It cried? Poor guy..." [b]Vaaxius sighs.[/b]
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[i]"I know, right? Who thought Orks could cry... if I ever see that guy again, I gotta remember to apologize."[/i] He chuckles.
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[b]Vaaxius nods as she looks around, checking for any movement.[/b]
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They were still at the gate, so things were calm. [i]"So, want to go hunt some Tyranids?"[/i]
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"Sure, it's been awhile since I've fought some."
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[i]"Well then, let's go. I'm just gonna switch my loadout a bit..."[/i] He put away his Daemon hammer and replaced it by a heavily modified shock maul, it crackled with electricity. He also switched the setting on his Ork gun so that the plasma is launched out like promethium, acting like a flamethrower.
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[b]Vaaxius switches her Axe into shotgun mode, the four barrels gleaming with energy.[/b]
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[i]"Remember, Vaax. aim low, no head shots. I need my trophies in pristine condition."[/i]
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"I know, don't worry about it."
