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*Sigh*

It's not an epilepsy machine, it's supposed to trigger configurable emotions of a variable intensity. Perhaps it's not compatible with your brain?

And why would I shoot you? I hold you in rather high regard.

*Gestures with finger towards hallway*

Well, at least your interior decorating skills.

Yeah, interior decorating is fun

You know, I'm a actually a bit jealous of the Federation having INFINITE RESOURCES. Not even I have a Replicator!

Maybe my brain just wants a rest... Or maybe those long periods I don't remember over the past couple of weeks have something to do with it. I'm not unhappy per se.

Oh... I just generally assume everyone wants to shoot me at the moment. This is the longest I've gone without somebody threatening me. Or doing Bad Touching. [scratches head]

[Starts making coffee in the kitchen, and cocoa for the child] Didn't anyone send you a replacement commissar? I haven't see anyone... Though geographically there's been a few changes.

Yep, we got a replacement, but he was taken away by some medical personnel a few minutes before you arrived.

He was OK, but wouldn't let me get into his head. I did, however, murder a Necron Overlord to save his life.

I'm not sure that keeping other people out of your brain is necessarily a bad thing. [Pours drinks]

Between the Commissariat, the Inquisition, you and the- [blinks]
...
Those three, I'm starting to feel like a carousel in here.

Oh, joy. Don't worry, I don't exactly have time to get the mind-rewriting equipment ready right now.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
*hugs jeep stuff*

*blows up the jeep stuff with lasers*

Zero hit, Alpha One!

*phasers Alpha One*

 Selym wrote:

 thenoobbomb wrote:
*hugs jeep stuff*

*blows up the jeep stuff with lasers*

Zero hit, Alpha One!

*explodes*

*dodges the explosion*

 KaptinBadrukk wrote:
*phasers Alpha One*

OOC: Erm... The Spitfire pilot is talking over the radio. So... you shot at radiowaves?

BIC:

*gains altitude, and prepares for another pass*

 Verviedi wrote:
Oh, joy. Don't worry, I don't exactly have time to get the mind-rewriting equipment ready right now.

[Alarmed] Glad to hear it..?
I'm fine, really. Just tired and somewhat achy. [Rolls shoulders] I can't remember entirely what I was doing for the past couple months for the Dark Eldar, but there was a lot of lifting.
[Stretches and winces][Peers down front of shirt] And minor surgery?

... [Drinks coffee and stares at wall]

*Looks down BC's shirt*

...I don't see anything different. What did they do?

If you still have some augmetics, I can probably retrieve the logs of what you've been up to, if you want me to. Right now it looks like all you need is-

*Smell of cake*

Oh, it's done!

*Quickly runs to kitchen, and retrieves giant chocolate cake*

*Drags cake on a sled over to the tank and looks up at the Dragon*

I baked a special slice for you! It's over there on that blue plate. It's meat flavor!

*Busies self with cutting off chunks of chocolate cake and placing them on the coffee table*

 Verviedi wrote:
*Looks down BC's shirt*

...I don't see anything different. What did they do?

If you still have some augmetics, I can probably retrieve the logs of what you've been up to, if you want me to. Right now it looks like all you need is-

*Smell of cake*

Oh, it's done!

*Quickly runs to kitchen, and retrieves giant chocolate cake*

*Drags cake on a sled over to the tank and looks up at the Dragon*

I baked a special slice for you! It's over there on that blue plate. It's meat flavor!

*Busies self with cutting off chunks of chocolate cake and placing them on the coffee table*

Cake? REALLY!?

Nope rather be in hell...

*Takes sword and impales self on it and slumps to the ground*

You are all horrible...

[Runs finger across chest] It feels like tubing. [Follows it along and pulls a small glass canister out from behind shoulder]

...? A drug pump? [Sniffs empty vial] Smells like... cocoa powder? Ah, no, that'd be the cake.

[Drops vial and wanders over to look at cake] What's the occasion?

2BJ1 got PROMOTED!!!!!!

*Clears throat*

Oh, damn. I must have picked that up from TNB.

Hey, Blackjack! Come over here! I have a gift for you!

*Points to a large 3m cubical box*

*Stabs sword through right eye and pushes it through the back of my skull*

Why cant I die is this really one of the hells?

*Pulls sword out of face eye slowly rebuilds*

This is horrible...

You don't like cake and cheerfulness?

I was supposed to be the lord of murder... then my stupid half brother killed me... then brought me back with a piece of his soul... sorry I digress...

Yes this cheerfulness and cakes is disgusting to me... also flying machines shooting red energy and assortment of creatures I have never seen before makes me really miss the hells...

*Takes a swig from flask*

[Passes a smoke over] ...I got yelled at for summoning daemons last time I tried to invite some over, so I can't really help there.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Passes a smoke over] ...I got yelled at for summoning daemons last time I tried to invite some over, so I can't really help there.

*Takes smoke*

Why would you do that? Daemons are all pieces of gak... I would know I was in one of the hells for awhile... it sucked.

*Offers flask*

Cheers. [Swigs]
Seem to recall it was to piss off an overly pious Space Marine and cause a distraction by summoning a bunch of sex daemons. Or because somebody told me it'd be a good idea at the time. [Looks at Verviedi]

One of them stuck around for a while, she was pretty okay. Some uh, odd habits.

*goes over to box*

Oh my, I wonder what this could be.

*zooms off into the distance*

*Moves to the side of the box*

Care to open it?

I suppose that would make sense to do. I'm just hoping whatever inside doesn't jump out, or explode.

*opens box and cautiously peeks inside*

It's a uh, what is that, exactly?

It's something that happened when I placed DNA from every spieces within a sector into an ordinary cow! I would advise using this to kill it, I'm pretty sure the acid spit can go about 100 meters.

*Hands 2BJ1 a rocket launcher*

*takes rocket launcher*

I love it. I wonder how it'll taste...

*dodges a spray of acid spit coming from the box*

Alright, just let me collapse the box to give it a fair chance...

*Presses button, collapsing the steel box*

*Omnicow charges out*