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*looks at Verviedi*
Tell him that if he tries to puppet me I will have a Techmarine render him down into scrap code. If you would like to me to try to fix CBC *points at him* then all you have to do is ask. I'm a full Apothecary now. I can do stuff like that.

*Shocked expression*

He says that if a Tech-Marine even touches him, he'll turn all of Ultramar into gummy bear factories. And some other stuff, which I won't repeat. It involves robots of questionable origin and your command structure.

Well, can you make sure that he doesn't have brain cancer or something? Any abnormalities?

Oh Verviedi, such a kidder that one. Seriously though, if he tries to puppet me, I will find a way to make him feel pain. As for checking him, I can do that.

*starts walking towards CBC nonchalantly, he takes off and I begin chasing him around the room*
I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU, I JUST NEED TO CHECK SOMETHING!
*continues chasing him*
A little help here?

*eyes light up red*

Running causes accidents.

*steps in front of CBC and grabs him to pin him to a wall*

This will all be over quick.

*grabs 2bj1 by the neck and hurls him across the room*
Touching friends of mine causes accidents too you bucket of bolts!
*gently picks up CBC and begins escorting him over to the field hospital*

*gets up, completely unharmed*

You asked for assistance. I obliged. And I would also amend your statement as I have 0 bolts within my physiology.

Well your form of "help" isn't that helpful. I'll handle this.
*shakes his head and mutters something about AI*
*gently sets CBC down on a cot in the hospital and begins making some pre-liminary tests

*folds arms*

You wanted to be able to catch him. Objective acquired. You wanted him intact. Objective acquired. You wanted him to be in a position to be operated on. Objective acquired. Anything else you need assistance in?

[CBC vaults out of low hospital window and makes a run for it]

...Hey, what do you know, he does have some self preservation after al- [Is slammed into by fleeing commissar]

Now, now. What are we?
[CBC mumbles]
Very good. And what don't we do?
[CBC mumbles again]
Well, that too, but we don't run away.

[CBC returns to the exam room where he apologises and stares at his feet]

I'm not too sure, Space Marine. I don't enjoy fething around with AI, especially one with an intimidating name like the Verviedi Entity.

Verviedi is a friend of mine, I'm hoping his transcendence to AI form will not have changed that.
*shrugs*
*injects CBC with a tranquiliser so he doesn't run again*
*to all nearby*
You might want to look away, this might get disgusting.
*begins the procedure, a stick of butter falls out of CBC's head*
The feth?
*continues on*

That's uh. That's not standard issue. Though it explains a great deal.

*stands in front of the procedure, watching with curiosity*

I'm more of an engineer from my old ship, but it is interesting to see the mechanics of a human.

*Starts to attempt opening a jar of nanites to eat but gives up and throws it into the warp*

Whatthefethisthatthing.

*Whirls around and cuts one of TH's heads off*

Just ignore it. The last time I tried to kill it, several stars exploded. It's like the Dragon. Do not poke and all will be fine.

You mean you know that thing?!

It's complicated. I put a Magos Biologis into one of his creations for fun a while back. Not sure exactly where he's been lately.

...For a true AI, you're a complete moron.

That all happened before I transcended to this state. Please don't call me a moron, I can make your Battlesuit breakdance until you puke.

...Truce? I see no reason for us to be enemies.

*muttering to himself*
Why is there a hand grenade in here?
*removes it and gives it to BC*
*begins fiddling with some things in CBC's head*
*finishes and sows him back up*
*to BC*
He'll be out cold for a while I believe, when he wakes we'll have to see if that did any real good.

*To 2BJ1*

Em, Carter, my... passenger is asking how exactly you got here, seeing as you basically serve as a massive hole in his perception.

*Tilts sensor suite at the sight of a grenade in someone's head*

I may have seen the great hole in space, but I will never understand humans.

[Notices there's no pin] ...!
[Hands it back immediately and starts running]

*casually tosses the grenade at Tech Hydra before continuing to sew CBC back up*
*to BC*
Get back here, it's fine. You'll need to be here when he wakes up, you're the only one he seems to really listen to.

... [Returns slowly, and sits on foot of bed]


ooc: too soon?

Well, my ship was flying through the sector when some sort of storm hit us. Terrifying monsters boarded our ship, and we crashed here, on this planet. My systems temporarily shut down sometime during the plummet, and when I awoke I was inside a room in that tank.

*points towards butter tank*

I'm likely to be the last survivor of the ship. The captain, the other Synthetics, the marines, all lost. And then there was all of the Yautja artifacts we had claimed as well, which is the primary objective Welyand Yutani had for us; to gather more Yautja technology.

...What kind of monsters? Did they look like this?

*TV plays recording of Arthas Moloch event*

I believe you have been transported here from another universe, and that is why my passenger cannot recognize your existence.

*is ensuring that CBC is comfortable in his bed*
Is it like those chest bursters that the Kroot encountered a while back? Those buggers were annoying.

*walks up and hands CBC a new ID card artfully constructed out of a scrap of DE armour, although it even with the small scratches it had in it (as it was, of course, a complete reconstruction based on scans)*
*smiles warmly*

It wasn't a xenomorph X121, no. In hindsight I almost wished it was, they came from nowhere and just... my sensors felt like they were melting just by being near them. They seemed to enjoy the suffering too, it was awful.

*sees the recording on the TV*

That's more accurate. Please tell me they are not a common occurrence around here. I'm not sure if I could withstand another attack from them. It will be upsetting, but I can show you the data picts I had captured during the attack.

*puts plugs from neural system into the TV and a recording of a daemonic incursion aboard a space ship is shown*

Demons? Ah feth, I just cleaned up all the demon corpses, now you're saying more may be coming. Feth.

[CBC sits bolt upright, kicks BC off the bed, graciously accepts the ID, bows and makes a bolt for the door]

Hey! Get back in here! [Is met with a bolt pistol to the face] or you know, leave. Whatever you like.

*grabs CBC by the back of his neck*
Be nice now!
*takes the bolt pistol away, drops him next to BC*
*supervises them*

*effortlessly picks up CBC and puts him on shoulders*
*parades excitedly out door, bonking CBC's head on way out*

[Watches CBC get knocked out cold by door frame and fall off Co'tor]

...Well he is at least calmer when unconscious. [Carefully picks up CBC and sits him in a reclining chair]

++ What the Hell are you idiots doing to my host? ++

[Looks around] He's actually possessed?...I thought it was a turn of phrase.