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**Verviedi**

*Manages to untangle self from blanket and lands on the ground*

...Where did you even get a blanket?

*Steps into a side room and emerges a while later clean and wearing a fresh uniform*

I put my Battlesuit away in the closet for now, shouldn't be needing it for a while.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Butter tank beeps in alarm] It's fine, don't start moving!

Well we did have an Enginseer that came in periodically, but
... [rubs neck] I'm probably at fault there.

[Looks at War Kitten] We spend half our lives cleaning up after you guys, and the other half being shoved in front so that your armor doesn't get scratched.

**War Kitten**

*snorts again*
And if you saw what we fought that first time half so you didn't have to fight it you would be on your knees thanking us.

**Verviedi**

Guardsmen are treated how the Tau Empire treats their vassals? I always believed that Space Marines were simply auxilary forces for the Guard.

*Jots down in shiny notebook*

**Co'tor Shas**

wanders out from butter thank and sits on couch*
*suddenly a small lander careens through ceiling and skids to a standstill*
*a very disheveled, slightly smoking, earth caste tau clambers out*
I've arrived! Where have I arrived was I supposed to arrive here this is the place isn't it or is it did I go to the wrong place wait who am I again own my head.
*falls over*

OOC: is blue OK for you guys to represent Her? I thought since she was very blue it might work. Either that or bracketing her actions to differentiate. ( [action] ).
Oh, and here's co'tor for those of you who don't remember/never met.

Spoiler:

**Verviedi**

Fio'O! Are you all right?

*Kneels next to Co'tor*

How could you possibly crash, with all of those systems?

OOC: Blue should show up well on every theme. I'm fine with it. i'll also highlight Co'tor in blue if I'm referring to the synth.

**Co'tor Shas**

*flops onto back*
*attempt to get up and drop back down*
*weakly* Never let a drone drive, no matter how much they ask.
*a small drone sheepishly rises from the smoking wreck*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sighs] Astartes, always with the God-Emperor-complexes. It's the drugs they pump into them, you know. [Leans on Butter Tank]

Listen fella, guardsmen only get on their knees for two reasons. Shootin' and- [Daemonette leans heavily on BC] -praying to the God-Emperor for forgiveness. [Stares at ceiling]

**Verviedi**

*Assists Co'tor to his feet*

You seem very familiar. Have I met you before?

**Co'tor Shas**

Thank you. No I don't think we have...
*realizes who it is*
Y-you! How did you get here!?
*thinks about that question for a second*
On second thought that's a stupid question.

**War Kitten**

*looks contemplative*
You're right I apologize
*offers his hand to B.C*

**Verviedi**

I honestly do not know. I seem to always land here after I die, and then I return to the battle with no time passing, but hours or sometimes days passing here.

*Offers Co'tor a Muri'kan Roll*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Untangles self from Daemonette and accepts WK's hand]

This is so weirdly civilised for this room.

**Verviedi**

Really? I haven't noticed.

**War Kitten**

Oh hi Co'tor, how have you been? I was made an apothecary while you were gone, *points to white helmet* so I know the healing arts now.

**Co'tor Shas**

Oh, hello! I had to deal with an issue at the drone-production facility. It's on the far side of the 3rd moon of this planet. It was rather odd. All the drones were coming out thinking they were.. some sort of creature that jumps a lot.

*wanders over to inspect the new arrival*
*tilts head at co'tor inquisitively*

Another new person?

OOC: at this point the tau's name is co'tor, so that's they way I am going to use it, and when talking about the robotic one, I'm going to say Her or She.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Waves] Welcome back Co'tor. I have a metal arm now!
[Continues waving] ... okay, stop now. Stop. [Attempts to pull arm back down with other hand]

...I swear to the God Emperor if this is you, Perron, I'm going to sit in a room and read nothing but text books for a week.

**Verviedi**

Pear-on? Who is that? Your arm?

*Is unaware of BC's possession*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Gets arm under control] Apologies. It's either the literal daemon inside me, or the damp weather. [Rubs neck]

[Continues rubbing neck] ... [Zones out entirely and occasionally mumbles in half hearted protestation]

**Verviedi**

There's a daemon inside you?! Like what happened to the Ethereals on Arthas Moloch?!

*Face of grim resolve*

**War Kitten**

The demons more of an annoyance than anything else. I shot it's arm off and it's been pretty quiet since then
*shrugs*

**Buttery Commissar**

Verviedi wrote:
There's a daemon inside you?! Like what happened to the Ethereals on Arthas Moloch?!

I guess so.
For the most part he seems content to just ride around in me as a sort of human sentinel, and occasionally control my bionic arm. When I'm very tired, he can take a wider control. He sees and senses everything I do.
He tends to disappear for short periods of time though, and I have no idea where to. I suspect he goes back into the warp, or literally surfs the noosphere.

**Verviedi**

Wait. We have unleashed both the Daemon and the Machine-Ghost upon the noosphere?

I like that name. Stealing that. Now back to what I was doing.

...It is a good thing I have not accessed it for a while.

**Buttery Commissar**

Oh, he doesn't possess things, unlike some people, he just likes viewing websites on a more intimate level. He is a sensory daemon, after all.

Guessing that from lack of interjection he's not here, which means my arm is just fritzing due to damp. [Looks sad]

**Co'tor Shas**

*puts paper hat on co'tor and walks away happily

Huh.

Where did she come from anyway?

**War Kitten**

We actually don't really know. She came out of that pod over there *points to it*

**Verviedi**

I know enough about the ways of... Slaanesh? To not pursue this deeper.

...Or possibly to pursue this deeper? I am getting a splitting headache from saying that name out loud.

**War Kitten**

Oh that reminds me
*turns to Verviedi's suit*
How's it going Verviedi? Last I heard you became a rogue AI and were trolling everyone. Now you have the entirety of the Mechanicus AND the Inquisition after you. Isn't that grand?

**2BlackJack1**

*crawls out from underneath the butter tank covered in grime and oil*

Well, that took awhile, but I think it should be better.

**Verviedi**

...What was under that tank? Why do you not use skimmers?

Sorry, nobody's home there. Psychic storm locked me out of that suit for good. Everything's been just grand, as I have sub-sector level coverage now.