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*more flayed ones teleport behind the Protoss, catching them from behind*

I must say they are effective, but are still a menace that must be destroyed. I cannot allow for the virus to taint my army.

*teleports into the fray, cutting down Protoss and flayed one alike*

*Cloaks and begins cutting and shooting the Flayed Ones, carefully avoiding the Protoss*

...Hold on a moment.

*Decloaks and runs into a side room, and returns with a small cat*

*Sits in a comfy chair in the corner, petting cat*

[Rallies several squads] Guardsmen, focus on the oddly fleshy ones!
[The guard turn their attention, meltas and flamers to the Flayed Ones]
[Leads charge into the mess, looking somewhat uncomfortable]

*Eats popcorn and continues petting cat*

You know, I think I'll name you Thomas. Thomas the Cat!

[Points at Verviedi] I'm fething coming back for you when this is over. Supporting xenos against your own race!

...why is he stroking a Vostroyan's hat? [Trooper shrugs before firing melta into Flayed One]

"Hmmm, a fight! mayhaps I can sit and devour popcorn as I watch this unfold."

[Looks up] ...So you are an actual dragon! I owe you an apology! [Salutes] Nice/terrifying to see you when I'm actually sober.

*grabs kitten*

Nobody move, or this molly gets it!

*takes a moment to blast SYL in the arm, deatomizing it and making the kitten fall to the ground*

If you're going to take action, then choose someone to shoot at, mortal. I do not have time for your petty threats.

*goes back to fighting Protoss and any flayed one that gets too close*

Oi! No!

*Charges into the flayed ones with Thomas*

*Thomas takes a swipe at a Flayed One and a massive claw mark appears in it's side*

...The hell? Space warping kitten?

(lands outside in the Sun)

*sees Countess Valeria*

Who is this insolent fool?

I am Countess Valeria von Lichtenschaft of the Galactic Empire

Nice to meet you, Valeria.

*Stops killing Flayed Ones and walks outside, followed by Thomas*

Did somebody say insolent fool?

You moved! Say goodbye to the kitty!

*Slashes at the kitten with knife. The knife shatters leaving the kitten unhurt*

No who cut the weapon maintaining budget? This must have been Brown's doing.

Someone take that cat from SYL. His history with animals is dubious to say the least. I do t want to read about this one in the papers.

[Climbs atop butter tank for a rest] [Tank engine rumbles] I didn't want to assume...
[Tank begins blasting plasma bombardment into Necron ranks, leaving several smoking craters] ...Good tank.

I'll take the cat! It'll be Conquest & Kittens all over again!

Commissar! Use your cannon at the rabble of displeased pleb youths other there!

*starts using nanocubes to eat at the Necron*

 sing your life wrote:
Commissar! Use your cannon at the rabble of displeased pleb youths other there!

OOC:

BIC:

*sudden Londoner accent*

Oi, Mr Cameron!
Now that Labour have gotten a new leader, do you think you're going to have any difficulties in parliament?

[Fires tank shot over SYL] [It starts raining localised crispy bacon in a very small radius]
[The kitten at least is delighted]

That's a lot of bacon.

*eats the bacon*

Very good!

[Sits on tank and cycles between taking pot-shots at Necrons and Verviedi with a plasma pistol]

Pretty. I like these guns. Though admittedly- [looks at bionic arm] -I like them less than I used to.

*more and more flayed ones pour into the battlefield, and several climb on top of the butter tank*

Is there no end to these horrors? Let us cure them all, and relieve these mortals of the terrible burden of life. I regret it has come to this, but I am afraid I have no choice. Perhaps in death, you will find peace, for I have none to give.

*a shadowy figure forms, wielding a large scythe*

There is no hope, the Nightbringer will show you the true meaning of death, even in its fractured state. Will you still fight, knowing that death itself goes against you?

[Bangs hand on top of the butter tank and causes all of the hatches to close] [Grips nearby hatch handle]
[Tank starts rapidly spinning on the spot, flinging the flayed ones to the ground]

Woo! [Fires pistol into the air whilst spinning]

[Tank suddenly takes off towards the battle running over the dislodged flayed ones as they right themselves, and continuing onwards]

[Hangs off side and continues firing]

(main batteries prepare to fire)

Take cover...! Main guns, fire!

*begins phasering the flayed ones*

*Takes a Plasma shot to the chest, burning a fist-sized hole*

*Waits for liquid metal projectors to activate*

Oh, fething really? I need to optimize this system. Fething everything crushes or fuses those tubes.

*Jumps onto the butter-tank and begins attempting to drill a temporary LMP tube*

...Do you smell burning?

*Skin is on fire*