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They've already tried to visit twice since I showed up. You can go see their corpses outside, I have a Warhost from my Craftworld watching over the Room.
*points outside to where a few Guardians are standing, they wave*
Verviedi was always psychic, even when he was metal, I just forced his powers to the surface.

I'm not saying they'd get anywhere, but with this much psychic activity they're bound to send something big. Not that it bothers me much, it'd be a nice variety to my diet. The Dark Eldar tasted bitter, and were pumped full of too many drugs to actually eat right, so those all had to get burned.

*points to the charred remains of the Dark Eldar corpses and vehicles*

And it is saddening to eat Kroot, what with having to watch them all die. It can be very, disheartening, to go through that ceremony so many times over. Plus humans have mostly been off the list, seeing as how I'm not going to be eating any of my friends. Not while they're alive, anyway. Mainly I've been eating what's left of the stores I've brought with me from my latest trip to Pech and the odd tyranids that invade. I'm so glad I have the ability to revoke the ban on tyranid consumption...

There's plenty of corpses outside if you want them. Just try to not bite the shuriken, I hear that hurts a little bit.
*begins levitating a nearby Kroot who laughs*

I'll take a look at them. Can't be any worse than trying to be successful at DNA gathering and a vegetarian at the same time.

I thought you'd be all over the corpses. Variety you know? You were running low on nid meat, be thankful that mon'keigh are stupid and easily fall into Eldar traps.

That they do. Most gue'la of the Imperium tend to rush blindly into battle. Makes for ambushes.

*Kroot gather around the corpses and start several campfires*

I'm curious how I missed a battle of this size.

Hold on, I'm going to head into my workshop, get some glow-strips and chrome, and try to cobble together something to make dramatic entrances with.

*Sounds of shrieking metal and at least one electrical explosion*

We're very good at our jobs Shaper. Plus Shuriken weapons don't make that much noise, mostly just a small whine as the weapon powers up.
*shrugs*
There's enough of them there to feed a small army of Kroot, so you should be good for a bit.

*Sees Verviedi, feels something...different...about him.*

"So, another Terran has manifested psychic abilities? I hope he doesn't become a target for some evil alien race the way Sarah Kerrigan did back in my home universe."

*Turns to 2bj1*

"Rushing blindly into battle is a mistake the Protoss do not make. We always send Observer probes to check for ambushes. It saves many lives. The Terrans would do well to learn from us."

*Levitates in, surrounded by multiple glowing haloes of metal and floating guns in a starburst pattern behind my shoulders*

So, what do you think? Too dramatic?

Kerrigan? The Biomancer Alpha? I do not yet have a classification on my abilities.

[In between mouthfuls of food]

I'm sure he'll be fine. No one tried converting me when I realized my psychic potential. Although whenever I open any warp rift, Tzeentchi daemons tend to show up for some reason. I never made any promises to him or had any real dealings with his kind. I tend to avoid fighting chaos when I can. They're not the best for eating, unless you want tentacle monsters as your children.

*winces at the sudden brightness*

Maybe... turn it down a notch? I mean, have fun with your newfound abilites, but maybe just a little less?

*to ZS*
The mon'keigh could learn a lot of things from my race, but they're too arrogant and brutish to listen. They just try to kill us because they think themselves superior. The fools

*Lumen-strips go down to medium brightness*

Sorry! I really don't know how to control my powers very well, it gets quite difficult balancing keeping the stuff levitating and not crushing it accid-

*Accidentally fires a conversion beamer, blasting a hole through the roof*

Feth! All I meant to do was shift its position.

*shakes head*

It's going to be like that Protoss construct you controlled earlier all over again, isn't it?

*sees Kroot playing a game similar to golf with an Inquisitor's head*

Really? What happened to not coming off as savages to the others? Who taught you your manners on Pech? I'll have to have a word with them! Oh, forget it, the young only will learn in time...

*grumbles*

*To WK*

"I've noticed that about this universe's Terrans. The Terrans of my home universe are not nearly so foolish, at least not all of them. The ones led by Jim Raynor welcomed the help of the Protoss against the threat of the Zerg."

Hmmm... So if I very gently do this...

*All lightbulbs within 30 meters violently explode*

*Turns lumen-strips back to maximum brightness*

This is going to need some minor practice. Could I repair them?

*All of the fragments fly together into one sphere, mix together, emerge as enhanced cube-shaped lightbulbs, and then plug themselves in*

I doubt this will be that bad! I just need to worry about not attracting the Machine-Gods attention and turning into a Clockwork Angel!

*turns to ZS*
It's like a child taking it's first steps isn't it?
*looks proudly as Verviedi tries to use his powers*
I did that....

...So did your sister.

*Floats through the door to jhe's construct*

What... is that? Whatever it is, I'm not fething with it.

*Floats back and experimentally teleports half of a Stormblade tank into the middle of the room*

Plasma weapons... I'll need to rest now. My charge is utterly spent!

*Nestles in telekinetically arranged pillow-and-blanket nest*

*Small animals are formed out of random components, scuttle around for a bit, and fall apart as I sleep*

*Works on making a new mechanical hand. Notices lights go out.*

You gotta be kidding...

*Pulls out flash light and keeps working on hand*

*wakes up and makes tea* goodbye bob, *drinks tea from 2 litre mug* agh, tea, least this room has some functions

*seps quietly past V,s nest, a self absorbed z making a metal hand* oh yeah, used what they mean*slightly shudders*. Ooh, my full auto plasma weapon, here's to no ones.
*fires burst*
Oh, ignores get hot, what was I not drinking last night?

*Nest flies apart*
Well that was... eventful. I'll be needing to keep sleep to a minimum if I keep getting dreams like that.

*stood in Kitchen admiring plasma sub machine gun*

Tea V? *while drinking from 2 Litre mug and starts putting a large pot of tea*

*Walks into the basement *
(Mechanical screaming)
*Walks out with the infinite gold machine and the basement falls into the warp*
Clyde is gone

...CLYDE is off getting more "subjects"?
*TV begins flipping through channels until it finally stops on a movie about Tau vs. Orks*
*Looks around at everyone*
Have you ever seen this one? Honestly the thing with Farsight and Shadowsun ruins the second half a little.

*sits down and places plasma gun on coffee table alongside 2L tea mug.*

No not this one, saw the one where farsignt ends a entire bio fleet with a single cruiser and a shocked former captain forced back into service.

Teas's in the pot.should stay warm for a few hours.

*Grabs a drink of tea and returns to watching the movie*
I met Farsight once. Sadly not our Farsight, but Farsight from some other timestate. Pretty interesting person.

*Sits down on the couch with a pot of tea*
Ah, I love this movie.

Its not bad, far better than the squeal when he fights a dark eldar raiding party.

*enjoys a nice choclate twinky* 38,000 years old and still fresh

*looks at Jhe and shakes her head*
I will never understand how you humans can eat that kind of thing..

*Fires Da Rippa*

Hey guyz! I'm Kaptin Krissmass! I'm gonna destroy Krissmass!