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*plasma round flies over head*

I have had enough of your antics, human.

*teleports on top of the butter tank and starts striding towards BC*

I must thank you for allowing me to realize the threat of what I face. After I am done here, I will know how to deal with your petty kind to eradicate them for the crimes they have committed against me.

*Hop up on tank*

Hey, hey, hey. No killy the commissar. He's been good for..

*checks watch*

At least a few hours.

...? [Brakes hard and boots Verviedi off the roof of the tank] It's not a taxi service, you grubby metal deviant.

[Pours fire bucket over Verviedi before zooming off again]

edit: ooc: Let's just assume I did that on the previous page because I went to do baking midway through posting.

*Is soaking wet, with ruined clothing*

...Deviant?!

ooc: Fire buckets usually contain sand, V..?

bic: [Notices Blackjack] [Tank frantically reverses] ...That doesn't work if he's standing on you, fella.

[Fires pistol at Blackjack] The only acts we committed here were for the protection of the area!
Hell, call us a Planetary Defense Force if you wish to be crass.

*nonchalantly edges between balckjack and BC*


To be honest, I'm not sure why you would want his place anyway. Other than us it's pretty much a lifeless ball of sand and rock.

*Levitates onto top of tank, facing Blackjack*

"Go back to your tomb, metal man!"

*Checks to make sure shield is active, then runs at Blackjack, slashing at him with psionic blades. Sparks fly as weapons clash in an epic duel to rival the Star Wars prequels*

*Elsewhere, Protoss fliers have established some measure of air superiority and start bombarding the Necron troops on the ground.*

*shoulders past Co'tor and raises staff menacingly*

I am the very reason it is sand and rock. I saw the star this planet orbits being born, and I will see it die. I know more of this planet than you know of anything. Yet you still stand here fighting against me, knowing your cause was lost before the first shot was fired. You call me xeno, but you are the outsider. You are the usurper. You are the foreign one that will be crushed and forgotten.

I give you one last chance to surrender, or I will wipe out the last remnants of your kind on this planet, and remove any sign of your taint on it. Flee now, before I leave you to the flayed ones before they are eradicated as well.

Edit: *Nightbringer fights its way to the Protoss base, ignoring the swarms of enemies at its feet*

And you, non eldar species. You will receive no such hopes of surrender. Prepare to see the beauty of death.

*blocks Zergsmasher's swing and fires a blast of gauss weaponry into his face at point blank range*

OOC: I got ninja'd right after I finished this speech. Dang it, I was actually liking the whole feel of it.

OOC: I always thought a fire bucket was a red bucket full of water. Huh. I swear I learn more from you than my school!

BIC:
*Some sand spills out from joints*

Fething REALLY?!?!

*Haltingly walks into office*

*Sound of high-pressure shower*

[To Verviedi] I thought it was preferable to you being on fire! Fine! Sort it out yourself next time! [Rolls eyes to the heavens]

[Tank continues reversing and goes over a Flayed One]

[Turns to Blackjack] Your threats mean nothing! I am just an individual and of no consequence in the grander scheme of things. The Imperium will outlast us both, despite your posturing.

Your fleshy speed bumps or whatever you're calling them do not seem to be faring so well against the blue xeno nor the flamers of our army. [Fires again at Blackjack] [Pistol goes pfffft and starts glowing] Oh, not again. [Throws it into a crowd of Necrons before it explodes] Hot potato!

ooc: Sand is used for places where there's likely to be fuel based fires, like campsites with lots of vans... Moving vehicles, etc. Plus, imagine what would happen if you cornered quickly with a bucket of water.

*Gauss blast hits shield in front of face*

"You forgot about our shielding, didn't you?"

*Blasts Blackjack with a psionic storm, temporarily immobilizing him, then is teleported to entrance of Protoss base*

"We must kill this unholy abomination before it destroys us all and our base!"

*Defensive photon cannon emplacements begin firing on the Nightbringer. Carriers send their interceptors to strafe it, and Colossus battle-walkers zap it with their beam weapons.*

You think you have enough firepower to end the Nightbringer's life, if it could be considered to have one? Only we have the power to capture it, and nothing more may be done against it.

Now, to end your shields and non material weaponry.

*null field is casted out, weakening and ending many Protoss shields and weapons*

*starts floating circles around Cameron*

Mr Cameron! Prime Minister!
What are your views on Corbyn's plan to remove the Trident programme?

[Tank brakes suddenly to avoid the Protoss] [Goes flying sideways, collides solidly with Blackjack and both land on the ground]

... [Stands up] Let that be a lesson to you.

[Falls over and clutches head] You are made of unpleasantly hard materials.

My phaser will have no effect on the Protoss.

*Walks back out with new skin and the hole repaired*

... I feel ill.

You feel ill, Verviedi?

You feel ill? the NHS can help you. Well, they don't have any money since I cut their budget, but I'm they'll find a way to help somehow.

...Does tbe NHS help artificial intelligences?

 sing your life wrote:
You feel ill? the NHS can help you. Well, they don't have any money since I cut their budget, but I'm they'll find a way to help somehow.

*now ramming into, and bouncing off, Cameron's head*

Prime Minister!
What will you do to defend our military and nuclear power against Corbyn?!

As long as you're not an immigrant, yes.

*to Selym* Rest assured, I'm sure he will decide to make his "disappearance" from politics and public life sometime soon.

Em, I was born on Mars. Does that make me an immigrant?

*floats off, satisfied*

OOC: Turns out The Cube is British. Going in unplanned directions here...

*Jumps and grabs onto the Cube's sides, being pulled into the air*

Don't drop me don'tddropme don't drop MEEEEEEEEeeeee!

 Verviedi wrote:
*Jumps and grabs onto the Cube's sides, being pulled into the air*

Don't drop me don'tddropme don't drop MEEEEEEEEeeeee!

*sigh* I'm trying to get into space, y'know.
My people need me.

Yes, they do.

*Is still holding onto the cube*

AGGGHHHhhhhhHHHHHHHHH!

 Verviedi wrote:
*Is still holding onto the cube*

AGGGHHHhhhhhHHHHHHHHH!

*forces Verviedi to let go of the Cube*

*Falling from a kilometer in the air*

AGHHHHHHHhhhhhHhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

*Crunch*

*scans with tricorder. Tricorder makes a long tone*

He's dead.