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**2BlackJack1**

Pleasure to meet you, Commander Shovah. I am Android Carter of Wayland Yutani Corporations.

**War Kitten**

*walks by with Kimmy sitting on top of my helmet*
Android eh? I don't quite like where this is going. Reminds me of the Men of Iron.
*shudders, Kimmy pats me on the top of the head*
*walks over towards the Guard Barracks*

**Buttery Commissar**

[CBC sees Blackjack and quietly pulls doors shut on Butter Tank]

[Tank quietly drives in a small circle and powers down for the night]

Ooc: While its a quiet moment, I generally assume the side doors lead to the tank interior and the top hatch leads to the turret controls. But it's a bit Tom and Jerry in there.

**ZergSmasher**

*To 2bj1*

"En Taro Tassadar, Terran construct. I am High Templar ZergSmasher of the Protoss Conclave, and I am a friend to most Terrans, unless they demonstrate hostility toward the Protoss."

*Pauses a moment*

"As you might guess, ZergSmasher is not my given name, but an honorific granted to me by the Conclave for my deeds against the Zerg of my home universe. Most beings could not pronounce my true name."

*Walks behind WK, making tiny psionic sparks with hand gestures. Kimmy giggles cutely.*

**War Kitten**

*smiles inside helmet at ZS and Kimmy's antics*
Come on, let's get you settled for the night
*puts her in her bed and is telling her a bedtime story*
Now let me tell you a story of the Emperor, who was also huge.

OOC: I find it funny how the Astartes is acting like a parent to her. I do kind of like going in this direction though. I've always liked how some marines don't quite lose their humanity when they ascend

**Buttery Commissar**

[Wanders past with cocoa and hands it out]
...I can be domestic. [Retrieves marshmallow bag from passing Blood Raven] ... [Bops the thief with a spoon]

[Leans on doorpost and listens to the story]

**2BlackJack1**

I'm sorry, the Men of Iron are something I am unaware of. Perhaps I should have done more reading of this sector before my ship had entered it.

**Verviedi**

Android, it seems. Preset programming, perhaps not fully sapient?

Ask if if this statement is false. I still cannot fething see him.

Is this statement false?

**War Kitten**

*finishes the story and walks outside*
You guys bothering the servitors again?

**Co'tor Shas**

*hands Kimmy a highly-detailed life-sized origami skull and wanders out of the tank*
*sees blackjack and goes over to investigate*

**KaptinBadrukk**

MARLA GILMORE: Murray! Come here!

MURRAY: *comes to Marla* Meow. (What do you need?)

MARLA GILMORE: Go play with Kimmie.

MURRAY: Meow. (Sure!) *goes to Kimmie and starts marking and purring*

**War Kitten**

*Kimmy picks up Murray and begins petting him*
Oh good, now we can give Murray his flea and tick shot
*holds up syringe*

**Matthew**

Oi, you little normie! Put that GN2 down, or I'll leg you with my AWP, you silver scrub!

**War Kitten**

*grabs Matthew's AWP and bends the barrel upwards*
You were saying?

**2BlackJack1**

Is the statement false? In honesty, I am not quite sure the answer can honestly be said for yourself, or any creature. Some believe everything is predestined, and we simply follow the orders given to us by destiny. Much like command protocols are given to lesser, cheaper constructs then the Carter model of Androids, like myself.

*sees Co'tor's approach*

Oh, hello there. True AI, I assume? I must say, your Creators must have put much effort into you, during your time at the facilities. I wonder how large of a production line there is for your model, you seem quite interesting.

**Co'tor Shas**

*circles blackjack, examining him*
*stands in front of him, and the left eye turns a bright orange and glows*
*the eye then goes back to blue and, seemly satisfied, she smiles and puts a small paper hat on his head*

**2BlackJack1**

Oh. Oh my. Thank you, this is... lovely.

*smiles weakly*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Wanders out of office and yawns] That is officially all the paperwork done for this room, err, area of the imperium.
[Looks out of doorway as CBC chases a butterfly that somehow has stolen his ID]

[Scratches head] Was he always like this?

**Verviedi**

Not before the surgeries.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks around] ... Surgeries?
Did someone tamper with a commissar?

[Watches CBC having a prolonged argument with the butterfly about who gets to wear the ID badge]

[Looks mildly disturbed]

**Verviedi**

I repaired his brain, to restore normal emotions to him, and undo the chem gelding procedure.
*Speaks through TV*

Hello, Android. Can you hear me?

...I have a sad feeling that I will never understand why you do such horrible things to your own soldiers.

**Buttery Commissar**

You don't think it might have gone a bit too far in the opposite direction? [Jerks thumb towards useless paperwork nest]
I'm not saying he was necessarily the brightest lamp in the interrogation room, but you seem to have completely destroyed any self preservation instinct or sense of dignity.
Not to mention the predilection for Slaanesh daemons and [coughs] I've seen the bedrooms in that tank.

[Shudders] to think I was close to letting you help me in a similar way.

**Verviedi**

The sense of self-preservation is actually quite strong, I just set it so it didn't trigger when he saw Xenos, mutants, or heretics.

And believe me, he decorates nicely. Even though I see all, I believe anything non-harmful done in private is fine.

...By the way, you handled that daemonette quite nicely. There was a camera in the room.

**2BlackJack1**

Yes, I can hear you. Although I would like to request that I not be referred to as 'Android'. I was given a name, which I would prefer. Even if it is the same name as all other Synthetics in the Carter line.

**Verviedi**

What's your name? I'm afraid the AI that's asking you cannot percieve your existence, except through what I say.

**KaptinBadrukk**

MURRAY: Meow. (He looks scary)

**Buttery Commissar**

[Flips open dataslate] He put his hand in your destructive nanites to see what it felt like, and if it weren't for that Astartes delaying his progress, he'd have been incinerated trying to deliver flowers to a member of the Inquisition.
That's the self preservation of a lemming. Stunned pre-school toddler at best.

[Watches as butterfly wins argument and proudly wears ID badge] [Facepalms again]

I'm not saying he has to be a murder machine, but at the moment there are more independently capable squirrels in the trees outside.

**Verviedi**

...Who is this person you're describing? He seems like the type to be educated, not mocked.

That... definitely wasn't part of the procedure. I'll puppet the Astartes and poke around in there while they're both sleeping.

**2BlackJack1**

Well, it's officially license number 6854931...

*lists off a giant ramble of numbers*

But you can call me Carter, in honor of my line of production.

*nods*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Holds up hands] I'm not mocking anyone! I'm... Concerned.

[Gestures to where CBC has been outwitted by a butterfly and is cutting a new ID out of a cereal box] [Rubs neck]

[Whistles and gets CBC to come over] Come on, let's uh, see if we can't work on your logic at least. [Leads him to barracks meeting room]