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*holds up combat knife*
Well after he broke my gun I was about to go stab him. Why? I didn't get close enough to him to actually try stabbing him, but I was thinking about it.

*clicks tongue disappointedly*

These monsters rip through power armor. But, if you're bent on being the next snack on its menu, then have at it.

*wrenches one leg from the genestealer and moves away from the welter of blood pouring out*

Anyone have any preferences? It's all the same to me, but I figure I should ask before I fry it all.

It's not like I WANTED to fight him in hand to hand. It was either move to engage him or wait till he pounced on me. Which would you have had me do? It's the creed of Cadia to not give ground to the enemy, so I advanced.

 War Kitten wrote:
*nods in thanks to Bob*
I could use a hellgun, you got a spare one? Or know where I can get one? My lasgun's been destroyed *points to where 2bj1 threw it*

''There's a complete armory in the Krieg 717th Grenadier Company camp down below the tank, talk to the Quartermaster''

Hello, Kroot. It is good to be of flesh again.

*Bows*

Well, waiting for it to pounce and shove a knife up its throat might have worked.

*finishes cutting out several more pieces of the genestealer*

The rest is going to have to be buried or burned. I can't salvage that mess, it's already melted partially.

Anyway, I do have to admit that seeing as how you're not all blood stains, that your actions are deserving of some form of congratulations. So, no preferences then?

*sees Verviedi*

That's what you looked like? Wow, even when I saw you living orginally you were mostly metal. Welcome back to the land of the living!

*offers the genestealer limb*

...I punched it in the face a bit.

[Blood starts to seep through shirt again] I should probably lie down.

*heads down to the Krieger camp and returns a little while later with several hellguns and a stack of ordinance*
One thing I can say about those Death Korps guys, they sure do love their guns.
*vortex grenade nearly falls off of the pile*
Ooh watch that, those things are precious.

*sees the bloody commisar and produces several bandages and a flask*

Here, you know the drill; ignore the taste and if anything feels funny then hopefully it won't last long or I might come up with a quick cure for it.

It'll be fine. I can just sleep it off. [Waves hand]
[Kimmy pulls on sleeve of BC's jacket] Okay, okay.

[Swigs flask] [Briefly coughs smoke] [Curls up on sofa and makes a bandage and blanket nest]

Don't really think that's what those were for.

... Hello?

... Oh, he's out of it.

*quietly walks up to BC and injects him with a painkiller*
*looks back at Kimmy*
*quietly*
It's so he can sleep through the night without pain, otherwise he'll wake up and probably be in severe pain
*she considers this then nods*
Hey, why don't I go read you a story?
*she grins and darts off towards her room*

*shakes head slowly at the sight of BC sleeping on the bandages*

Alright, I'll leave him a little bit in the fridge, in case he wants some later.

*fetches several plates and stacks various pieces of the genestealer onto them*

This reminds me a bit of that xenomorph. I hear these taste better, but I'm not sure if they factored in the 'stealer being cooked before it even died.

*sigh*
I did tell him to use the salve.

*removes it from BC's pocket and begins to apply it to the wounds*

*takes a bite out of one of the genestealer's arms*

Hmm... not bad. Not bad at all.

*grabs a plate and brings it into Kimmy's room and hands the plate to War Kitten*

Here, guardsman. You were so insistent on killing it, so you should get to have some of it.

[Grumbles] ... [Attempts to bite WK and Co'tor for unwanted touching] [Growls and swats ineffectively in sleep]

*takes a piece and nods in thanks to 2bj1*
Appreciate it.
*takes a bite*
Not bad....
*continues reading Kimmy the tale of Snow White and the Seven Squats*

At least these fethers don't have acidic blood. Most gue'la call that a deal breaker.

*shrugs and takes another bite*

*hands 2bj1 a chainaxe*
The Kriegers gave me a few of these as a gift, have one in payment for the food, Emperor knows I don't need 20 of them.
*goes back to reading the story to Kimmy*

*takes the chainaxe*

Thanks. I might be able to refit it onto my rifle. Hawks know that I could use more blades on it.

*lifts a rifle up for emphasis, ignorant that it already has an axe and several knives attached to it*

Apparently this is what I looked like! I didn't know either, honestly. Anything before I became Adept Mediocrus is a bit fuzzy.
Honestly life is going to be difficult without my augmentations, but I will adapt, with practice.

*Moves to restrain BC's arm*

No, Perron!

...Wait. I have a feeling that I need to sleep now. I am going to find... somewhere.

Here, here to that, I suppose.

*takes a swig from a flask and lays down on a sofa*

*curls up on top of the Butter Tank and uses his rucksack as a pillow*
Wake me up if something interesting happens.....

*Steps into a side closet full of pillows and bedding*

...Sure, I suppose.

[Mumbles in sleep and kicks legs like attempting to run]

[Bionic arm pats head gently] ... [Calms down and rolls over]

*Wearing new clothes that are identical to old ones*

Are you alright there?

*Gingerly pokes BC's arm*

Dont worry about it. He's just dreaming about chasing the postman.
[Leg twitches]
Or about being hunted by the Inquisition within his own conscious. I'm not sure.

There there. [Arm pats own shoulder reassuringly]

*wakes up and begins casually bouncing a vortex grenade off the side of the Butter Tank*

*gets up from sofa*

Morning, all.

*sees War Kitten playing with the grenade*

That reminds me, I should have that ordinance left from that job the other commisar gave me.

Hello!

*Is methodically shooting erratically moving servo-skulls*

*is now playing racketball with the vortex grenade*
Hi! Wonderful day to play with high explosives isn't it?