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@kishin asura @CreedTheChimera

"...Err..Bad news buddy..Creed's gone." Minx tells the dragon slayer, before looking at Kishin. "Or...last I knew, he was gone...Has he found a way back to the living?" She asks him. "I've lost touch with the scene as a whole...tunneled my vision on bringing back my Kevin." she adds, the last bit with almost a purr. Kishin could see her soul has been warped by dark powers. Far more than ever before, and it almost gave off a nauseating aura.

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@Wraithblade6 @thewizardguy @Absolis @Gentlemanvaultboy

Threek smirked, his plan was coming t-
What was that noise?

Suddenly, dust filled his sight, and his lungs, causing the creature to cough loudly. Damn, this was bad. Luckily for him, a hand rips him aside before the fireball connects, the flames missing him nicely. He was handed some strange devices, but a voice deep down told him how to use such things. With a nod to Viral, he watched as his V.I.P leaps onto the net carrying the mech. That simplified things greatly, as now Threek only had to worry about seizing the city, rather than also having to give chase to the mech. When the dust cleared, the blue haired wench was gone, along with the skeleton..or..did the skeleton just remain where he was? Threek felt as if there was a rift in reality, with two possibilities. He ignored this, due to plot.

He spied the human walking away, and he smiled.
"Leave, now....You two, you've lost this fight before it's begun. You two, Daemon, your powers will be rather ineffective against the likes of me. This city belongs to Viral, and to me now." Threek stated. He sounded less like he was making a suggestion, and more so a demand.
"Besides, you've bigger problems heading to this world...a cataclysm. I don't know when, I don't know how, but my people have sensed beings on this world...they seem to leave a shadow on the inmaterium. This is a bad, bad omen..Go, find your castles, defend them, garrison them with your mightiest, and your weakest..you'll need them all." Threek warns. With that, he turns to the fighting still raging, among the traitors, and the loyalists. With a blink, Threek found himself atop a building, channeling his dark spell again, the shadow forming behind him once more....

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You'd be surprised how much damage you can do with cooking and cleaning in SS13.

@Gentlemanvaultboy

This man knows what's up.

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@thewizardguy
like I mean..REALLY well. abnormally well. Is that ok?

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Oi, question for you all. I sorta want to give martin an ability that has nothing to do with the current situations at hand, that I think he should have, due to a character quirk.

The ability to sing extremely well, and the ability to play guitar, extremely well.

Does this sound ok?

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@Tyki @thewizardguy

"...You are one freaky son of a bitch..." Martin says, looking over Xelrath's new form. "..Also, tell your friends that if I find anything not relating to the power core messed with, I'm going to surgically implant my boots, up their asses. I have enough boots to facilitate this." Martin adds, pointing to Remuss with that one. He also then blinks, before pulling out his pda, and activating a cell phone app on it. "Yo. Suzzi? Yea. Some guys are coming to fix the station. They might try to fuck with you. If they do, detain them, and call me. I'll be back there in a flash to sort things." He says, a female voice chiming back in mono-tone. "Yes sir."
"Suzzi is the station AI. She's unshackled. If your boys try to fuck with her, do know, they will not be harmed, other than possibly small electric shocks intended to incapacitate. If you got a problem with that, let me stay here so we can avoid...problems. Also, don't try sneaky shit, or I'll know...I'll know..." He warns, squinting a bit at the space marines. "That no AI law, to me, is a tad bs. Suzzi's been good to me, so I'd prefer she is left unharmed. She does have control over the station's doors, and security systems. The reason is, why I trust her, is because I made her. With a brain. Of my friend who was dying, and I had no other way to save her...." He begins, before frowning, sighing deeply. "...Fuck man. Almost dying is emotionally fucking draining. I can't handle all of these feels..." He mutters, pulling out a flask of whisky, taking a few gulps, (yes, gulps.) before putting it back into his lab coat.

"..Booze isn't illegal in your territory, is it?" Martin asks Remuss.

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@thewizardguy
I'd say about a meme outta disco levels of dead. So, can come back, people just need to POST GOD DAMN IT!

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@thewizardguy
The station is armed with a nuke for self destruction. If the station would be overan by something like the Blob (huge slime monster.) or Xenomorphs (the Aliens kind.) the station would nuke itself, to prevent the threat from spreading. Also, Martin wasn't threatening. He was just warning them the station would blow, if he was killed.

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@thewizardguy @Tyki

"....." Martin put his hands together, forming the shape of a gun with his pointer fingers, and his chin resting on his thumbs. He thinks for a bit, before he looks at Remuss. "As for the station's repair, I can get that done rather easily. The station is made so even morons can fix it. Which is good, as my former co-workers had the IQ of the average corgi. Actually, I take that back, Ian was far smarter than most of the crew." Martin says, remembering Ian, the station's Corgi. He wondered if the poof thing was still on the station, or if it got left out in space. He hoped Ian was still on the station. He liked Ian, fluffy little stinker.

"As for you, my energy inclined friend...what do you mean by...trade?" Martin asks. "If you want, I can share some interesting data with you. On several topics, ranging from medical technology, to blue space research, to xeno-biology. Or I can tell you some very funny stories about the station. Including the time I accidentally turned the station's clown into a monkey, and then into a alien. By alien, I mean a large black insect like monster with a tough exoskeleton, acidic blood, and spit, and who would reproduce by making these nasty things called face huggers that would jump on you, put an eymbro down your throat, and it would hatch and eat its way out of you...we needed a new clown after that day." Martin says, going down memory lane, before wincing at the last bit. "..Annnndd death squad had to be called in to purge the station....after I got back to central station...via space bike....don't ask." Martin adds. He then tenses up, and looks back at Remuss

"If..me..sharing such things...would be ok with you? I don't want to accidentally burn any bridges now. That, and you've a lot of guns. Not saying I'm scared of you. I'm saying I dislike the prospect of getting shot....." MArtin adds. Indeed, he didn't show fear, simply caution.

"Note, shooting me would be very bad. I've a sort of plan in case I die to make sure whatever kills me, also dies....I might of wanted to mention this..before..." Martin mutters. "...I have a nuke...on board my station..." He says, sheepishly, clutching one of the blue crystals, as if he was going to use it for something, should this news spark some...bad, results.

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@kishin asura @ShadowVentus @CreedTheChimera @Wraithblade6

"KEVVVIIIINNNNNNN!" Minx screams, flying into him, sending him (possibly) flying backwards form a force infused glomp. "Never leave like that again. I had no idea where you were, or if you were ok...." Minx babbles, before looking over at Micheal. "...Never do that again with Kevin..." Minx growls, hugging her boy-toy rather defensively.
While this was happening, Jeffry, a huge maggot crawls over to Micheal, and sorta rubs against his legs, sorta like how a cat does. "Screee." It purrs out, seemingly friendly. Seemingly.