In the Grimdark Future... (Private)

[PeculiarChangeling]

Margret was already stripped down by the time Gabriel stepped out. The process had taken well over half an hour of injections and laser surgery/repair, most of which she had spend looking through the cultist's possessions for anything worthwhile.

Shoving her armor towards Gabriel, she covered her bare chest with her arms and stepped into the chamber, letting the door shut behind her and letting the process take effect. By the time it was done she felt ten times better, emerging with a few injection marks where the chemicals in the machine had gone in, but feeling like she could take on a small army. "Gimme my clothes back," she commented, still a little cold.

[diokno44]

"Maybe I shouldn't, I kind of enjoy the view." Gabriel grinned cheekily. He handed her her clothes, before slipping his back on. "Well," he cracked his neck, "we better get back to our ship, after seeing what other gear this place has for us,mif you wish, and get back to our employer." His eyes glowed at the thought if the rather nice profit they would make off this job, "Oh, and it's your turn to cook."

[PeculiarChangeling]

Margret's eyes glittered as he commented on the view, taking her own clothes and not being too shy about getting dressed back into them. "I doubt there's much else to see here," she said, shrugging. "This is the room they were trying to protect. If anything else was valuable, they'd have brought it here. Let's just get moving, I need to take a piss and I'm hungry, too. If I'm cooking we are having something fast."

Neither of them noticed the runes on the walls starting to burn as they left, or heard the quiet laughter.

[diokno44]

(Tezeentech I presume?)

"Try nt to give the both of us a case if the runs,again." Gabriel chuckled, teasing his comrade. Unholstering his bolter, and placing it in his left hand, in case of pusses off wild podlike, led the way back to their ship. The Black Talons normally refurbished, and repraimted ,any ships they could find, their's had been, at one point, an imperial Thunderhawk Transport.

[PeculiarChangeling]

(Ahem, he is the god of "Change". Also, Thunderhawks can only be piloted by Space Marines, we'd probably have a Gun Cutter or something. I'm a bit of a lore nut.)

Margret kept her hand on her gun, light flack armor clinging to her body smoothly as they made their way through the corridors and towards their ship.

Just before they reached the exit to the landing pad, though, a cultist whom they'd missed burst from a nearby room and came screaming at them with an axe held high. Margret twisted and kicked out her foot with all her strength, and rather than just knocking him back like she expected, the blow caved in most of his chest and sent him flying through the air. Her eyes widened, and she grinned at the increased strength, adrenaline pumping as the shock of the sudden attack kicked her body into overdrive. There were no further enemies, but that one show of strength had felt great.

That was, until she felt the warmth trickling down her legs and pooling at her feet and realized that her bladder had given way at some point in the last few seconds.

[diokno44]

(Hah! Anyway, you remind me of a friend if mine,except you probably don't know thousands of the figures, and you probably don't want to become a tech priest with a Dreadnaught fetish)

Gabriel heard the scream. He had turned to fire his blaster, when he gamed at two things. One, was that Margaret had more or less kicked a hole into the cultist, and two,mshe had pissed herself. True, he had done the same sometimes, but more often than not, it was because of food poisoning, or some dark Sorceror's foul magics. He watched the damp stain on her oants, and run down her leggings, "I'll prep a shower." He went inside, and unlocked the bathroom. He then undressed, minus his oants and boots,mand crashed onto his bed.

[PeculiarChangeling]

(Well, not *thousands*. And dreadnaughts aren't really my kink.)

Margret blushed a bit and stammered a weak excuse, but in reality she had no idea what had happened. Sure, she needed to go, but it wasn't like she had been busting at the seams. Accidents on the job were expected when you were working for fifteen hours mowing down cultists and couldn't take potty breaks, but she hadn't needed to go that badly...

A bit red, she strode to the bathroom and tried not to act too shaken up. Stripping off her armor and tossing it in the bathroom, she stepped into the shower.

...

Twenty minutes later she was giving Gabriel a shove to wake him up. She was wearing a white jumpsuit, standard casual wear for her, and the smell of vaguely cooked something-or-other was in the air. "I heated up some protein," she said. "And I'm not flying into the warp solo, I need a copilot. Get up."

[diokno44]

"Urgh." Gabriel groaned, rubbing his eyes. He stretched, and got up, his muscled chest rip piling with each movement, he had small scar marks from both mutations, and battles on multiple places. "Alright Marg." Walking over to the kitchen, he grabbed the protein, and, mcun thing on it, sat in the copilot seat. HE awaited his partner.

[PeculiarChangeling]

Margret slipped in beside him, hitting a few switches. "Raise all brakes, extend all flaps and drag fins," she said, spooling up the warp drives and preparing to send them cascading through the daemonic dimension to save a little airfare. "Let's blow this puppy."

The ship spun, taking off, and then with a sudden rip in the fabric of reality they appeared in the Warp. That's when they heard the laughter.

[diokno44]

Gabriel felt a chill go down his spine once they entered the elderitch hell that was known as The Warp. His body tensed when he heard the mocking laughter. He looked behind him, "Show yourself!" He demanded of the as of now invisble owner of the laughter. He had his bolter in one hand, and his wrist mounted melts gun ready in his robotic one