...her first name is "Iron Girl" >.>

But I suppose I understand.

edited 25th Dec '10 9:57:46 PM by Tuj

Well yeah, but that's the name she's going to give herself, not the one the Space Marine gave her.

edited 25th Dec '10 11:34:58 PM by Zudak

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Orks of Nurgle "Sikkboyz, Big Barfaz"

Cultists of Nurgle are among the most disgusting warp-creatures to be found in the galaxy. The Orks touched by this most foul of Warp powers are consequently empowered with the ability to emit noxious fumes and bodily fluids in battle to choke and strike at the enemy. Bizarrely, these potent mutations are seldom seen in use by the "Sikkboyz", as they are known.

Like their common Khornate brethren, Sikkboyz are often found sitting rather than rushing into combat. They seem to be able to keep themselves endlessly amused with their own flatulence and bodily functions, and any group of Sikkboyz can always be located from a distance by the loud laughs and thunderous gaseous blasts that provoke their hilarity. It is this attitude towards combat, not to mention the horrible smells that even other orks have difficulty standing that leads to their ostracization from ork clans.

These creatures are best left untouched, as their smell can be compared to a riot gas that corrodes the sinuses. A Sikkboy is always surrounded by a thick swarm of flies that attack any close-by opponent, by obscuring his vision and obstructing his exposed orifices. Best suited for this task are Ogryn squads, whose own natural body odors and impaired sense of smell make them less affected by the foul emanations. However, cases of the Ogryn sitting down and joining in with the Orks have been reported, commissarial attention is recommended. Under no circumstances are flame weapons to be used within ten meters of a Sikkboy, as the gases they emit are comparable to the vaporized promethium used by Hellhound tanks. Ignition of these gases has been observed to completely gut a Leman Russ tank.

The "choozed of Nrgl" are known as Big Barfaz, a larger, stockier variant of the Sikkboy with a grossly protruding stomach. In this gut is a horribly corrosive sticky juice, that can be expelled and sprayed by vomiting it over a wide area. This disgusting organic fluid is extremely flammable, and a common tactic of these abominations is to project it over enclosed vehicles, concentrated, armored or covered troops, then have a Burna Boy ignite the fluid, trapping those not dissolved to burn alive. They also seem to have limited control over their fly swarms, making approaching a Big Barfa in melee a dangerous task.

Big Barfas are best dealt with from a distance, preferably from upwind. Incendiary bullets are most effective, as the gases contained within the Barfa's swollen body are just as volatile as the smaller Sikkboyz. The discerning commander will make sure have the Big Barfas taken out when surrounded by their kin, so as to maximize casualties among the enemy.

Back from failing to save Reach - it's really fun, though.

Give him a bike or a Land Speeder whose spirit reacts best when he's driving?

Considering the probable lack of large, open spaces, I don't think that would work.

*suddenly imagines Flanker's Guardsman hijacking a Baneblade in a CMOA*

...

*suddenly ships the Guardsman with Axes' Tankai*

...What?

I mean, the dude likes his tanks, but not in that way.

Just make the Guardsman ridiculously lucky or something.

Yeah, I think I'll combine that with the Stealth Expert and Super Awesome Vehicle Operator.

-Suddenly agrees wholeheartedly with ship-

What is this I don't even

Care to explain?

edited 26th Dec '10 8:59:18 AM by Flanker66

Well, it'll techically be the humanoid girl that permanently inhabits the tank that he will be shipped with. Not the enormous metal chassis. And do you have a Live tag?

edited 26th Dec '10 9:18:03 AM by l3wt

@L3wt:

-trying to imagine the first date-

...

-bursts out laughing-

Ahem.

In any case, I think I've only got XBOX Live Silver (or something), but I do have a Live tag (although I doubt my progenitors would be very happy if I were playing online with some dude I had met on an Internet forum).

Also, I demand to know what craziness led you and Lemurian to ship Drake/Tankai. Is it because THAT TANK IS FIGHT!?

Explain to your parents that this is no ordinary forum dweller, but a TROPER, a hunter of stereotypes and breaker of clichés, a member of a vast cult-like organisation who spends a great deal of time fighting imaginary evils and arguing with others about the means to do so for hours on end. Their doubts will be assuaged immediately.

They are made for each other! He's an expert with vehicles, she's a tank! He'll know exactly how to "handle" her (in more ways than one), and she gets an operator who is the best at what he does. I can see them work tandem inside the tank, as a one-tank Battle Couple working in perfect synchronization, or just have an Engaging Conversation about tank tactics and the thrill of the ride.

edited 26th Dec '10 9:42:46 AM by Lemurian

So when the tank vibrates horribly, it's not a problem with the gears?

The Lemur put it much better than I possibly could.

@Flanker: Besides, I can't even play with you, since you've got silver, which lets you talk to people, download patches and buy stuff, but no online play. The worst I could possibly do is whine at you over a headset. And seriously, Flanker, You've seen me around here for, what, a year now? Have I given the impression that I am some sort of... Uh, evil communazi cannibal satanic sexual deviant who's likely to suddenly show up at your doorstep, which for the record is in another country, and do unspeakably evil things to you, or corrupt your young, vulnerable mind with my no doubt evil and satanic and sexually deviant political views?

No, but you're Norwegian, so that all goes without saying.

@Chabal:

Er... thanks?

@Lemurian:

Okay, I guess that makes sense... but is the Tankai like a normal person who it just so happens can't leave the tank?

I imagine a few conversations might be awkward as hell depending on how they go.

I'm being hit on by a tank.

@L3wt:

Yeah, well, I'm not about to pay more money for online play... and I get the feeling my parents are rather protective of me, which is why I brought that up.

edited 26th Dec '10 9:51:17 AM by Flanker66

Would you rather get hit by a tank-

Make her a Tsundere! NOW!

^^ Well, going by Touhou-standards, pretty much. She'll be linked with her tank in other ways as well, of course, but yeah, that's the gist of it.

^ Yes!

edited 26th Dec '10 9:53:39 AM by Lemurian

@Chabal:

That could end messily... which means that Drake'll just have to be very careful not to piss her off (which, depending on her mood, could be difficult).

@Lemurian:

Since you're the Touhou expert, can you please explain how she'd be linked to the tank, just so I know?

... Think of every anime ever, since when has the guy been able to land a hit on the girl in question?

... And for some reason I now see her as a Stalker with a Crush, meaning the poor guy can't go anywhere without a goddamn tank following him, guns pointing suggestively at anyone looking at him funny.

edited 26th Dec '10 10:03:35 AM by Chabal2

I just wants a fwiend. Ach, it's up to you, mate. If you're not comfy with it, I shan't bother you about it. Otherwise, feel free to PM me your Live tag, and I swear I'll only bother you some of the time.

^^^ And hell yes.

... And for some reason I now see her as a Stalker With A Crush, meaning the poor guy can't go anywhere without a goddamn tank following him, guns pointing suggestively at anyone looking at him funny.

This must happen!

-Drake sneaks into a building, and catches Arcturus' attention-

"What's the matter?"

"Dude... help me."

"...Help you with what?"

-Drake jabs a finger to a window, where the Tankai can be seen waiting-

"That. Help me."

-A squad of Space Wolves Terminators teleports in.-

Go, brother! From her wrath we, the Champions of Manliness, will hold her as long as we can!

Pfffthahahaha oh empra this ship has got to happen.

edited 26th Dec '10 10:12:15 AM by l3wt

I'm imagining how this plays out:

Arcturus: I need a transport. Drake, commandeer that tank!

Drake: Yes sir!

-runs over, those open hatch and jumps in. Inside is the Tankai, looking incredibly embarassed and angry-

Tankai: What are you doing?Get out of me!

-Megaton Punch-

-Drake goes flying out, hatch swings shut-

Tankai: That little....

And the rest of the troops snicker at Drake when he gets back.

Agreeing with L3wt. This is too good to pass up!

@Axes:

Exactly.

@Chabal:

And Drake will either try to re-establish his MANLINESS or tell them to shut up.

edited 26th Dec '10 10:18:01 AM by Flanker66

I have created a masterpiece!

@Flanker: Well, there's nothing specific about it in Canon, but...I imagine that she will know her status down to exact detail. How much fuel and ammunition she's got left, if something is stuck in her treads, etc. She'll feel the damage to the tank as damage to herself, and use the tank's sensors to see outside. She can move the tank as part of her body, but I imagine she can synchronize with it (IE dematerializing her humanoid body) to assume direct control. She might develop a certain kind of magic (special ammunition, impossible manoeuvres) as well...

I have this image of her in my head as a tough Action Girl, with a heavy touch of sergeant. She's wearing a kind of Tank Operator's uniform, but with large pieces of heavy armour here and there.

BTW, where will Tank be abandoned?

edited 26th Dec '10 10:19:47 AM by Lemurian