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**Buttery Commissar**

[Sheds parachute attachment and follows politely] It's very clean, you did s good job. [Looks around]

[Lies down on bed and reads pamphlets while resting] did you manage to rescue anyone?

**War Kitten**

*congas into the Infirmary*
CONGA, CONGA, CONGA! I LOVE THE CONGA!

**ZergSmasher**

"En Taro Tassadar once again, friends. I had pressing business elsewhere, but I have returned once more."

*Sees BC shed the parachute*

"I see the buttery Terran seems to have jumped out of a perfectly good aircraft. Why am I not surprised?"

**2BlackJack1**

Yes, actually. One person, who... Oh feth, did we forget them on the Valkyrie?

**War Kitten**

*survivor is moaning in the corner of the room, having been dragged off the ramp by Milo*

*continues to Conga around the infirmary*
HAHAHAHAH I LOVE THE CONGA

**Buttery Commissar**

...I was strapped into it and involuntarily pushed. I can't remember who by. I barely remembered how to open the chute.

[Looks around] Woah, the hospital is rebuilt? Whoever did it did an awesome job.

**ZergSmasher**

*See WK doing the Conga*

"The large Terran is in a festive mood it seems."

*Looks around*

"Where is the little female psyker, Kimmy? I wanted to tell her the story of my hero and mentor, High Templar Tassadar."

**2BlackJack1**

Ok, good. That would have been a real nightmare. We should probably A) find out who we exactly saved, and B) Give them medical treatment.

Probably should do that in opposite order, he/she doesn't look too good.

*lifts survivor into a gurney and pushes him/her into the ER*

**War Kitten**

*Kimmy levitates self onto my shoulders as I'm doing the Conga*

COME, WE DANCE LIKE MEN!

**Buttery Commissar**

Well if they're seriously injured, I'm supposed to perform the Emperor's Mercy, as pointed out by that nice trooper.

[Wanders over with bolt pistol and fiddles with catches] [Takes aim]

This may be noisy.

**Verviedi**

*Grabs BC's pistol arm and wrenches it upward before he can execute the prisoner*

Even though your medicine is backwards, we can save him!

**War Kitten**

*grabs Verviedi and BC and throws them in the Conga line*
CONGA, CONGA, CONGA!

**Buttery Commissar**

[Fires into ceiling] ... ... It would have cured the problem efficiently.

[Looks around with arm still raised, looking quite startled] That was loud, wasn't it.

**War Kitten**

*promptly turns up the Conga music*
*grabs BC and throws him back into the Conga line*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Resists] ...I err, don't conga after the incident with the Dark Eldar.
There was an abrupt stop and things got messy. [Faint smile] [Eye twitch]

**2BlackJack1**

*comes out of ER*

Well, aside from almost being shot in the head, the survivor seems to be taking the operations well.

**Verviedi**

*Is abruptly pulled into Battlesuit by an invisible force, and is propelled up through the ceiling at an insane speed*

**War Kitten**

*looks extremely disappointed that nobody wishes to Conga*
Heavy is regretting dance choice...
*sees Verviedi get yanked through the ceiling*
RAAAAGH!
*begins shooting up at the ceiling with minigun*

**Verviedi**

He seems to have ceased to exist. Well, I might as well conga.

*Bipedal, smooth, and well designed robot begins conga-ing behind WK*

**War Kitten**

OOC: I find the mental image of a battlesuit congaing hilarious.

BIC:
LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!
*continues to conga*

**Verviedi**

OOC: That's the Verviedi Entity inhabiting one of it's constructs, which looks almost, yet not entirely identical to a battlesuit. Farsight's off being used as a miniature in a game of 40k.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Rubs head] I'm pretty sure that's heresy and you should cut it out.

**Verviedi**

My very existence is heresy of the highest order possible. I'm currently fighting the Machine-God itself mentally, and I'm stalemating.

*Propelled back through the ceiling at insane speed, landing behind the conga line*

...Damn Wraithknights. Got sniped out of my squad. At least they killed the enemy Warlord...

**ZergSmasher**

*Joins the conga line*

"Well, I might as well enjoy this if the Terrans enjoy it."

**Buttery Commissar**

... [Looks troubled at Verviedi's explanation] [Goes and looks for a drink] [Sits in armchair and mutters to self]

**War Kitten**

*stops congaing when he hears a loud crash*
What was noise?
*horde of xenomorphs comes in through the windows*
*immediately grabs minigun and begins firing*
I LEAD!

OOC:
There's only so much I can do with a conga party, felt the need to shake things up

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks up from armchair in confusion] Oh hello. [Xenomorph perches on back of chair and looms over BC, whilst another gets far too close] Do I know you? [Looks baffled]

**2BlackJack1**

*runs into kitchen. Noises of items being thrown mixed with odd muttering*

This should do the trick.

*emerges with a homemade flamethrower and sprays the horde with flames*

It won't kill them, but they're not going to like it!

**Buttery Commissar**

[Blinks] [Sees xenomorph nearby] [Screams incoherently and fires bolt pistol until it stops moving] [Hears growl from back of armchair]

... :(

**War Kitten**

*is laughing maniacally as he scythes down Xenomorphs with gunfire*
I FEEL ALIVE!