New Version Three Techmarine Roles

      by Jon Vogel


           *Kpow*
           "Brother Captain Hgrrl, I see that you have missed yonder Dark Eldar Pirate Scum. By your leave, let me see your bolter."
           "Iron Priest Jnarl, I appreciate your offer, here."
           Fiddle fiddle, adjust...
           "Ahh, I think I have it. The churl who cleaned your boltgun last night left a fingerprint on the range sensor. Those churlish churls. You just can't get them to do the job right. By Leman's Balls, I will have them all whipped..."
           "Look Jnarl, another DE scum, I shall try again, by the Emperor!"
           *Kpow*
           "Looks like you missed again, sir. Let me see your bolter again."
           Fiddle, fiddle, adjust...
           "Ahhh, I see it sir. There's a spec of dirt on the gyro-stabilizing recoil compensator detector. Let me just clean it off.... Here you go sir."
           "Ahh, Good! By the Emperor, I shall show these heathen DE now what the Emperor's wrath feels like!"
           *Kpow*
           "Ummh, Jnarl..."
           "Right sir! Let me see, ahh yes, the heavy atmposhere compensator is out of adjustment, I'll just adjust.... Try it again, sir."
           *Kpow*
           "You still seem to have missed yet again, sir. Let me just see your weapon one more..."
           "Never mind, Jnarl, I think I have isolated the source of my constant poor marksmanship. I shall now eliminate it with my more trustworthy boltpistol."
           "Uhhhm, sir? You're pointing that at _me_!"
           *Kpow--thud*
           "I know."
           *shrrriiinng*
           "Ah! By Russ, I've been wounded by one of those thrice cursed Dark Eldar. Apothecary!"
           "Right here sir! Here's a band-aid for your boo-boo..."
           And so it goes...

      End.

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