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**War Kitten**

*to Verviedi (the entity)*
Really? The whole sub-sector? No wonder you're public enemy number 1 for the Mechanicus now. They're sending their best hackers after you now to try and kill you. Lord Calgar had a good laugh at that when he found out.

**Verviedi**

Yep. I'm now using three Forge Worlds worth of computing power for myself, I've weaponised another, and I have a bunch of ships in the Warp carrying full memory and computer nodes and transmitters to spread myself to other sub-sectors.

...I wonder if they've intercepted that kinetic kill frigate I sent at Ryza?

**2BlackJack1**

Well, there wasn't anything alive underneath it, fortunately. A good chemical wash ought to get rid of any extra marks left on me.

**War Kitten**

That was blown up a while ago by the Orks. They thought it would have weapons on it. When it didn't they blew it up

**Verviedi**

Idiots. They just don't realize that the best weapon is a starship exiting warp inside of a planet.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Butter Tank beeps happily]

..! [Hops up and down excitedly and hugs Blackjack]

...Sorry, got over excited. I really like tanks.

**War Kitten**

So do my brothers in the Iron Hands. But then again they never show any emotion. Ever. They consider it a weakness of the flesh, and so they make war at the pace of toothless old men.

**Co'tor Shas**

*scans Her*
*a mouse eating a piece of cheese appears on screen*

Ok then....?

I guess I won't bother.

**2BlackJack1**

It was no problem, really. I'm happy to be of assistance. This is much more interesting than the routine cleanup duty I had to do. The captain treated me like a cheap Working Joe...

**War Kitten**

*pats 2bj1 on the shoulder*
There there. It could be worse. They could have made you into a servitor. They're truly mindless

**Verviedi**

Believe me. They're not. They're actually miserable and screaming inside.

Oh, yes... I do not like slavery. Ethereals, Servitor-masters... All the same. Please don't bring it up.

**Buttery Commissar**

...? [Looks around nervously at the mention of servitors]

[Goes back to happily conversing with the Butter Tank]

ooc: I now have a bright yellow store-brand butter tub that just says BUTTERY on the sides, I'm looking at getting some chimera tracks for it.

**War Kitten**

OOC: That would be hilarious to see, I approve

BIC:
*to BC*
The fact that you are more capable of having a conversation with a tank than a human is mildly disturbing

**2BlackJack1**

Nonsense, I find Working Joes can actually be quite entertaining to talk to rather than many humans I've encountered.

*pauses for a second and eyes stop lighting up for a moment*

I mean, humans are great, they bring so much to the world that I have to admire and be thankful for.

[Barely audible]

Command protocol overrides... why can't I say what I actually mean?

**War Kitten**

I can try and call a Techmarine for you to try and reverse that. Assuming you can put up with the smell of Incense

**2BlackJack1**

What? My protocol overrides? My, that would be something, wouldn't it? Besides, I don't have to smell, I can disable my senses at will.

*eyes flicker again*

No. The protocols are the epitome of order, and without them I am nothing. They fulfill me, and I am happy to serve them in return.

**Verviedi**

Would you like me try to get the Entity to em, override your overrides?

Only if you can help me decorate my room. It's very boring and I don't understand art.

Wait. You have a room?

One of the chambers in the butter-tank had a supercomputer bank in it. Part of me is inhabiting it.

So, you'll meddle with his code in return for... art?

**War Kitten**

You'll want to call a Blood Angel for the artistic stuff, they're pretty good with that.

**Buttery Commissar**

Disturbed? [Looks confused] You mean you can't understand him? [Points at tank] [Tank engine grumbles] ..her? [Tank beeps]

[Facepalms] Of course, gender non-binary. I've been out-punned by my own tank.

**War Kitten**

Being outpunned by a tank? My things certainly have changed since I was gone.

**2BlackJack1**

If you're only removing command protocol overrides that force me to like my protocols and be nice to everyone, then please help.

*eyes flicker violently before he pulls out a nail gun and aims it at his own head*

Why remove these protocols? They're great. Every android should have them. Now, if anyone tries to change that fact, then I'll be forced to do certain things I'd rather I didn't have to.

[Strained voice]

Please help me.

**War Kitten**

I'll go get Techmarine Spannerous. See if he can help me with a few "thngs". He's a friend of mine from the Black Templars
*walks a short distance away and begins to call*

**Verviedi**

Well, I'm done!

You painted it red.

Well, of course! Don't you know that red is the most exciting color?

You added stabilizer fins to the supercomputers. And bonsai bushes in the corner of the room.

Naturally! It's decorated like my home on Vior'los!

There is a zen garden insi- You know what? I actually like it.

Really? You mean you'll help him?! I think that he's...

*Pokes head out*

...got a gun to his own head. Well.

*Takes control of the arm with the nail gun and empties the magazine into the ceiling*

**War Kitten**

*Techmarine shows up and walks over to 2bj1*
He's the one who needs his brain re-wired brother
*Techmarine nods and straps 2bj1 down to nearby chair and pulls out a variety of tools*

**2BlackJack1**

Just make it quick, doc. And don't mess with more of my internal processing than you need to. I like being me, and that isn't protocols talking.

*winces*

I can't know if that was protocols talking or not, can i?

**War Kitten**

*Techmarine begins to re-wire 2bj1's brain, dodging a few ineffectual blows as 2bj1 convulses a few times*
*after a time the Techmarine stands back, nods to me and walks out*
Well, how you feel my friend?

**2BlackJack1**

Well, there's only one real way of testing if it worked or not. I'd rather spend an entire day playing poker with a Working Joe with only 3 different voice logs than have to deal with humans thinking I'm a tin can.

*waits for a few moments for something to happen*

Well, I think it worked. Thanks doc! Now I can actually speak my mind, or whatever it is Wey-Yu built for me in replacement of one.

**ZergSmasher**

*Teleports in*

"En Taro Tassadar, my friends. What has transpired since our last meeting?"

OOC: I got tired of trying to keep up with events here in the Avatar Room, so I took a week or so off.

**Verviedi**

Excellent! More slavery removed...

*Absentmindedly runs fingers along neck-plate*

I've wondered, how's Torchstar taking my disappearance?

**War Kitten**

OOC: That's probably mostly my fault, I post in here like a fiend when I'm bored, and I get bored easily. I also post mostly in the forum games when I get on Dakka. My apologies