super grim topic

"i herd that you scumboy give my that!"
he grab auspex
2iots not working because youre begng a idiot ill fix it"

OOC: Question: Who are you and why is yo here because I currently control all mechanicum on this planet

OOC: Solar system even

"whats that? what is an OOC? sounds unhealthy, ill have tot get it fidex"

OOC: OOC means out of character

OOC oh haha sorry
you wikll find out yes he is on planet because another cult wanted the rbots

OOC: The cult mechanicum don't have robots

A.I Are prohibited and destroyed under the treaty of mars

OOC no like the woprky robots

OOC: What

Whats a woprky

OOc the ones that do thw working

OOC: Can you be more specific, do you mean servitors? Because those aren't robots

OOC yes them

A sudden low thud is followed by a almighty explosion, sending the workers spinning in the vaccum.
Shards of their ships hull fly through empty space at terrific speed, one of the workers being lightly skimmed by a fragment, causing his suit to rupture.

The worker whos suit was punctured slowly starts to decompress and suffocate as the oxygen bleeds out of their suit

"oh nko"
the tecnopriest turns and goes out of the room, his magnetic boots keeping him on the floor

the other worker would see the outline of a large ship, bulky and covered in all manner of exposed machinery, piping and vent ports.
a sudden light opens from the underside of the ship, it flying overhead as the worker feels a force dragging him towards the light

OOC: Just so you no this isn't in a room

this is in space

SPACE

IC: The worker tries to communicate with the station, warning them

He will get a few seconds worth before he is cast inside the vessel.

the mantech walks into his own ship tghat was dcocked there

Sirens start blazing all over the station as all arms are set on alert, skitarii gunner crews and servitors arriving at gun emplacments, ready to defend the station, as scout vessels start being sent out to where the workers were last seen

priest gets out

OOC: Of where

OOC: your in space mate, and you couldn't have docked a ship anywhere without my mechanicum authorising it

The ship drifts into the vastness of space, its engines powering up as it disappears from long range scanners.

The worker wakes up, moisture clinging to the inside of his visor as he tries to move, only to find that he is bound to a pipe above him.
The room he is trapped within seems to be some kind of primitive engine compartment, exposed pipes leaking steam and greasy fluid, a cold metal grating below him showing exposed pipes and wiring.
The machines are in a state of serious disrepair, cobbled pieces stuck and welded together with crude methods employed, from bandages on piping fractures too even worse patch up jobs.

With the sound of grating metal, the large iron door to the prisoners right swings open, a bright light flooding the room, a silhouette of a large, broad and stout creature looking menacingly at him.

Can I be a burner boy