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I'm impressed that you have the dexterity in large gauntlets to do that, I'll admit. [Sits tiny commissar on tiny tank] [Claps happily]

[Wanders outside for a smoke] Can't do that in the tank with kid around. [Bionic arm takes smoke from mouth and destroys it]
Hey!

Erm, TS. We're on good terms, ultramarine. You gave me the idea of hunting astartes to become a Kroot marine, how could I turn weapons on someone with such ideas?

*nods towards TS*

Him on the other hand, he's been a slight nuisance and keeps yelling. Gives me a headache.

You'll have to pardon him. He's a chaplain, it's pretty much their job to yell at people and occasionally hit people with a crozius. They're also usually very anti-xeno.

Shame, I was beginning to think the fanatic stereotype of the Imperium was beginning to end slightly. I haven't had contact with any Imperials besides you guys in a while.

[Sits and fights own arm for remaining smokes] ... [Succeeds] [Arm starts pulling ear]

... You're just used to non radicalised Imperials. If I were doing my job properly... Well you saw what that would be like, shortly before I went literally flying rodent gak insane as a vampire.
If either Astartes were doing it properly, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

It's very hard being a fanatic. You don't know if you're angry, excited, hungry, horny, angry that you're hungry and horny but forbidden to act on it, or just plain psychotic.
[Lights up] And that's just me. Imagine that on Imperial Legion budget drugs and implants.

Pretty much as BC said, most of the Imperials in this room are very much odd for Imperials. If I did my job properly I would've long ago shot everyone here and burnt it to the ground. If BC did his job properly he would've shot everyone here. We're pretty much the exceptions to the rule of all Imperials being fanatics.

To be fair, I don't really get the chance to talk to many fanatics. It usually boils down to if I can kill them, or if I have to avoid them because they're too strong.

To be fair, I don't really get the chance to talk to many fanatics. It usually boils down to if I can kill them, or if I have to avoid them because they're too strong.

And I... honestly conform to the stereotype of Mechanicus being technophilic, heretical, toasterfethers.

...Minus the toasterfething and actually being in the Mechanicus.

[Now being beaten by bionic arm using own hat]
Speaking of which, any chance of fitting a handbrake on this thing? It's stopped getting friendly with me when I sleep, but Perron doesn't approve of my smoking habit.

++ It makes you smell like an ashtray rolled in daemon sweat. ++

..Alternatively, I could just take up e-cigs.

Perron would you mind NOT beating BC? I'd rather not have to try and re-grow BC's natural arm, as that would be immensely painful for both of you. I'd rather just keep the bionic on.

I could implant an injector which administers nicotine and other stimulants, if you'd like. I have no idea what to do about a holier-than-thou daemon.

[Arm stops and replaces hat] ++ I'm just being health conscious. I don't want to die of something as mundane as disease. Also I don't like it. :( ++

[Sighs] A daemon of excess who dislikes smoking. [Stubs out smoke and digs a packet of nicotine patches out of medkit] Now these are one-a-day...
[Arm proceeds to apply four to stomach] ...I don't think that's the... Yeah, alright.

[Looks at Verviedi] And it'd only do that? No secretly triggering it, sedating me and removing body organs to sell on the black market?
...Mine was a very rough adolescence, alright?

I guess I should ask then if you would like me to look into re-growing your natural arm? And probably that liver I replaced too. I think 2bj1 ate the original one anyway.

*has left the giant pile of intricate origami sculptures, and appears to be figuring out her own body*
*the panels that form the "skin" are occasionally folding back to reveal the wholly unnatural and alien technology underneath*

OOC: I figure at this point her internal scans have finished, so she knows where stuff is in her body, just not necessarily what it does or how to get to it, as that was corrupted with the rest of her memory

...Why would I bother? I already have essentially infinite organ transplants that are capable of mass production.

[Shakes head] I can live with these bionics. Regrowing, cloning, surgery, all sound vastly more unpleasant and dangerous than necessary.

[Looks at Verviedi] Well then I guess that sounds a better idea than ruining my lungs. Sorry.. I have trust issues. [Rubs neck]
[Continues rubbing neck] [Sighs contentedly a little]

... Perron!

[Stops]

Who's Perron?

oh, and War Kitten, the Techmarine finished with the repairs. He enhanced our warp drive by 60%!

*Is running scans on Co'tor's internal structure*

I'll get you a lung transfer from a blank grown from you, but it'll take a bit to get CLYDE in the mood to perform surgery. He's napping after eating a Vindicare assassin that took an unfortunate route in here.

I-I'm pretty sure my lungs are fine. But if you could work out a more efficient delivery system than chewing gum or covering myself in circles, I'd be indebted to you.

[Taps Verviedi] Stop looking at the lady's innards. I'm not sure but it's probably rude.

*groans*

This suit gets hot relatively quick. Not sure how you handle being coated in armor practically 24/7.

*walks into workshop to get out of the Battle-suit.

*to Badrukk*
Ah, Brother Ferrox as always works fast. He's one of the best techmarines in my chapter. And if it's considered rude to scan people then I must be a very mean person
[Scans BC}
Analysis Complete:
20% Butter
45% Carbon
15% Warp-based material
20% Hydrogen

Why are you partially made of butter?

 Verviedi wrote:
*Is running scans on Co'tor's internal structure*

I'll get you a lung transfer from a blank grown from you, but it'll take a bit to get CLYDE in the mood to perform surgery. He's napping after eating a Vindicare assassin that took an unfortunate route in here.

OOC: Why must you do this to the fluff?

[Renoves hat and takes out several sticks of butter] That's why.

Wait, warp based material? [Looks down at self] Does it say which parts?

*looks down at scanner and winces*
*shows it to BC*
THAT'S where.

OOC: The Room is essentially a multi-dimensional maze by this point. You don't think a stray assassin looking to murder one of us wouldn't get yanked up by a spiky robot tendril out of nowhere? Plus, that's really just a random throwaway line.

OOC: Thanks Verviedi.

BIC: *sees the maze walls pop up*

Uh...hello? Where is everybody?

[Looks at scanner] [Goes pale]

++ Dude. What have you been up to? ++

H-how does that even happen?

OOC: That was a metaphor, Badrukk. It isn't actually a maze.

*shakes his head*
I don't even know.....
Anyone else want a scan? It's scan day in the Astartes Clinic