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6/30/2016 12:06:11 PM
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There was another mech being worked on, this one standing fifteen feet in height unlike the massive Imperial Knight, which stood at thirty to forty feet tall.
Lucas, wearing his shorts and a T-shirt, both having oil stains in them, was dangling off the mech's head, hanging upside down and working on the mech's chest, fixing stuff.
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"Atleast someone else is awake." She said to herself. The Vibrat-I mean Tech Priest was working upon the Knight, it was armed with a fückhuge Melta Cannon and a equally fückhuge Chainsword and some rockets forgot their names were armed on the left shoulder. Though they were a bit small, compared to a Warhound Titan which by the way is small compared to other Titans, Knights had the speed advantage.
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Lucas turns his head sideways, and tilts it enough to see Chloe. Then he speaks cheerfully, "Oh hey! Good.. morning!.. Is it morning? My sense of time is screwed in this place.."
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"I think it is.." She responded. "So that's your shiny toy right there?"
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"Indeed she is! Just giving her a make over right now reapplying her makeup. She got roughened up a bit.." He chuckles a little.
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"I see. It's uh..rather small compared to the other one." Take that sentence as you will.
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 6/30/2016 8:35:34 PMOhbaby. Lemme try too. "That's because I don't like to over compensate for things.. Plus, the hallways and buildings back home aren't large enough to allow anything bigger - and this place has way better resources and stuff."
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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) "Well..I mean the Imperium does big..things." Totally not implying something at all for shits n giggles.
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Another one bby ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) "Yeah, well, my little baby girl can do big things too. Sometimes."
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holy shit three in a row, this should be a game. "Well then, just don't let any Tech Priests near it or they'll use their tools on it." if you catch my meaning ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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"Hmm, I wasn't planning on letting anyone stick their tools anywhere near her, and especially not in her." ( ͡0 ͜ʖ ͡0)
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kms pls. "Good, because it is a long, hard process to get whatever they did fixed." (◉ ͜ʖ◉)
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Enemylifepls "And I'm sure she'll be a bitch to use afterwards, might have 'viruses' and over nasty stuff." If you catch my drift bby.
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"Im pretty sure they have protection to prevent that sort of stuff. Now I feel like sitting down and evaluating my life choices."
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"And I'm feeling like not dangling off a fifteen feet tall thing with my head down only I can't get back up onto the mech's head so please help? Before I fall and die?"
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Chloanne walked over, now she wasn't really ideal for catching people due to her not so impressive muscle mass. "I'm uh..not sure I can catch you. I can try but I'll probably break something in the process."
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 6/30/2016 9:03:04 PM"This isn't gonna end well, is it? Dear Christ almighty, this is gonna be my end.." He said, straightening his legs, unhooking himself from his mech's head, sending him tumbling down fifteen feet. As soon as he was loose, he uses his arms and legs to position himself a bit better, now being sideways instead of upside down. Then, he probably hit Chloe unless she was a bitch and gtfo'd. He was surprisingly light; he still hit hard, but he was still rather light, around.. One fifty pounds?
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"[b]FÜCK![/b]" Was the word Chloanne shouted in pain as she had Lucas ontop of her. "[b]I THINK I BROKE A COUPLE BONES![/b]" She once again yelled as she was in pain. "[b]THANKS ALOT FATASS, COULD HAVE WARNED ME.[/b]"
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Lucas just groans in response, rolling off and getting to his feet with a soft yelp. He was holding his left arm close to his body, and his left leg was.. off. He was biting his lower lip rather hard too. "Broke a rib or two.. Arm.. Leg.. Bad idea.. Platform next time.. Sorry!" He said to himself, the pain making him a bit delirious.
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Chloanne coughed. "My whole body hurts like hell right now." Using her left arm she clutched her chest. "Yeah..you certainly broke some of my ribs...fatass." She coughed once more. "Atleast I'm not..dead."
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"Fatass? I weigh about one hundred fifty pounds, which is about.. sixty kilos? And that's definitely not fat considering I'm six feet tall!" He retorted, pain in his voice, his breathing heavy and rugged, like he had just ran two marathons.
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"And I'm like..90 something pounds. Damn this hurts..get a doctor." She wheezed out in pain. "If we die..I'm going to..kick your ass..in the afterlife..fatass."
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[spoiler]90 something pounds ≈ 45 kilos which is unhealthy I think. Not sure though. DON'T QUOTE ME ON THAT. [/spoiler] "Calm down, sissy.. You won't die from a couple broken ribs.. Unless said ribs tear up your insides, because then you're royally fücked. But you're still alive, so you're probably fine!" He said, his breathing a wheeze at this point.
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Edited by Anonymous: 6/30/2016 9:57:05 PM[spoiler]Most females weigh from 80 to 140 on average. She's fine.[/spoiler] "Still..I don't feel like..dying." She wheezed out once more. Chloanne held one of her voluptuous breasts, possibly a broken bone under it, or maybe they were just uncomfortable ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) "My life's..pretty shitty."
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[spoiler]Aha.[/spoiler] "Yeah, well, mine is too, actually.. Eh, it was fun when I was sixteen to eighteen, but then I went off to a military school and eventually enlisted in the military.. Fought in a war.." He pauses to catch his breath. "It got great again though once I arrived on this ship.." ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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She rolled over onto her back, with tremendous pain. "Shit..we're literally stuck here. with no one in sight at all." She groaned in pain as she said that. "I do not know how much suffering you had, but I apologize."
