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**War Kitten**

*points to the bathroom*
It was when that weird Ravener showed up and brought a bunch of weird looking tyranids here

**Selym**

*smashes into the bathroom and sets fire to everything*

BURN XENOS!

**War Kitten**

*Lictor dies horribly*
I think big and nasty over there *points to 2bj1* may be displeased with you, he mentioned wanting to kill it himself.

**2BlackJack1**

*emerges from bathroom covered in soot and gore*

Many challenges were in that room, but no r'ku was to be found. They were similar in structure, but were not what I am hunting. But you had no right for taking my trophies from me.

**War Kitten**

*points to Selym*
Talk to him, he set the room on fire. As for what you're hunting, can't help you there, those Zerg were the only xenos we've fought here in a while.

**ZergSmasher**

*To 2bj1*

"One of our Observers reported unknown alien activity south of here, however it has since ceased transmitting. Perhaps you might start your search there."

*Turns to fellow Protoss*

"It seems that the Terrans around here have somewhat itchy trigger fingers. Be on your guard."

*Protoss Zealots start guarding the entrance to the Protoss base, keeping a watchful eye on everyone else.*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sits on a bench and watches folk pass by] Speak for yourself, I don't carry weapons.
Makes me... Tetchy and excitable. [Looks at feet]

**zombiekila707**

Looks like the aliens are the ones coming in force...

*Walks over to protoss*

Where are your mouths?

**2BlackJack1**

*nods to ZergSmasher*

Them I must investigate. It does sound like the r'ku to ensure they are not being monitored. It will be a great fight, they are my greatest enemy, and the best of all trophies comes from their heads. I will either see you all bearing a new cloak and banner of xenomorph skin, or I will not come back at all.

**ZergSmasher**

*To 2bj1*

"May Adun guide you to victory, friend."

*To ZK*

"We don't need mouths, Terran. We speak with our minds, and we have other means of getting nourishment for our bodies."

**Buttery Commissar**

Like plants do?

**zombiekila707**

Terran? Never been called that before... Fantastic armor you got there.. er... alien.. you guys stay on watch... and don't kill us..

*Notices bar and grabs a beer*

Not gonna even question where I am... Just gonna blame Richards for making me walk in that portal... donkey-cave...

**Selym**

OOC:

Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Sits on a bench and watches folk pass by] Speak for yourself, I don't carry weapons.
Makes me... Tetchy and excitable. [Looks at feet]

Why are we up at all hours of the day/night?

BIC:
*reloads the flamer, and checks the Heresy-O-Meter*

4.1. Hmm...

**BlackTemplar707**

OOC: Finally a chance to use the machine spirit network

BIC: THE FETH DID YOU JUST SAY? (This was the best pic I could find for this.)

**zombiekila707**

OOC: Thank God BT

**thenoobbomb**

Human culture continues to astonish me!

**Selym**

BlackTemplar707 wrote:

BIC: THE FETH DID YOU JUST SAY? (This was the best pic I could find for this.)

WELCOME BROTHER OF THE RAVEN GUARD! HAVE YOU SAID YOUR 400 BENEDICTIONS TO THE EMPEROR THIS FINE MORNING?

**KaptinBadrukk**

BADRUKK: Hold on. Aren't the Raven Guard the slowest group of space marines?

*Murray comes out and marks Badrukk's legs*

BADRUKK: Stupid Cat!

**War Kitten**

*scratches his head nervously*
More Space Marines? This tends to lead to Guardsmen dying horribly in suicide charges long enough for the Astartes to take all the credit.

**2BlackJack1**

*uncloaks in the middle of the room draped in a xenomorph's skin carrying a sack of xenomorph skulls*

The nest is slain. I am victorious. Now I must find a new prey to hunt.

**Selym**

War Kitten wrote:
*scratches his head nervously*
More Space Marines? This tends to lead to Guardsmen dying horribly in suicide charges long enough for the Astartes to take all the credit.

We Templars do not "take all the credit", as all the credit belongs to us anyway. We simply expand the Imperium's borders to encompass it.

**War Kitten**

*snorts*
Yeah. Right. *walks back to Guard Barracks to go take a nap*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Taps on Butter Tank which unlocks hatches] [Escorts other commissar from jail to butter tank, avoiding the marines]
Just stay quiet, look straight ahead, don't say anything. [CBC stops to look at a flower]

...! Come on. [Pulls him gently]

**War Kitten**

*helps BC pull CBC to the Butter Tank*
Come on, let's get you in the Tank..
*Daemonette pops out and gently pulls CBC into the Tank*

**2BlackJack1**

*begins setting up surveillance cameras and traps*

**Selym**

Brothas! I bring music!

**Verviedi**

*Revulsion causes every subsumed device nearby to physically shudder and recoil*

What the everliving feth is that?!

**Selym**

Stehl rehn!

*several Bluhd Rehvens drop pod in*

Brothas, we shall take thehm!

*the Rehverns pick up the Butter Tank, and move it to a pickup site, for extraction*

**War Kitten**

*Wave of Guardsmen overwhelm the Blood Ravens and take the Butter Tank back to the Guard Barracks*
This tank is ours!

**2BlackJack1**

*watches skirmish before sneaking into the guardsmen barracks*