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Ah yes, the metallic human that shot me! How good to see you, but I suppose I cannot call you metallic anymore. It is good that you're well. I'm afraid some at Thanatos still do not support us using the Orrery, even if it was to save countless planets. Stubborn necrontyr, who lost most of their minds in the Slumber. I fear they will never see reason.

But enough of such sad news, how are things here?

*sees Verviedi leave*

Oh, such a shame. He is rather interesting, I must say, even though he and I had almost vanquished one another.

*gets up from on top of the mountain and sends out a psychic signal*
*several Crimson Hunters shoot by overhead and hit 2BJ1 with their pulse lasers*

[Sees the Necrons arrive] [Panics and vaults behind sofa with arms over head] No no no no...

*quantum shielding activates and blocks the shots*

I should have assumed I would not be wholly welcomed. Do not make me fight you, Eldar. My first arrival had marked the near death of a great leader of yours.

*hesitates*

No, it was a race similar to yours. What were they? Progrose? No. Protein? No, that is one of your mortal needs. Ah yes, Protoss. Forgive me, my memories are still fuzzy at times.

Anyway, stop your foolishness. I do not come in force. I merely wish to escape from Thanatos for the time being. I worry that I overdid my stay there, and have to move on. Now, cease and desist, mortal.

OOC: I'm not even there, it was some flyers that flew by and shot at you. I'm a ways away on a mountain meditating*

*Hemlock Wraithfigher flys by overhead*

[Sits very still and quiet behind sofa having seen shots fail] [Kimmy sits down next to BC] ... [Torn between running and not looking bad]

*necron tesla pylons phase in*

You're making me look bad as a guest. I don't wish to conquer this land. I'm merely visiting to remind myself what the Living are like. I miss the innocence of them, and yet am torn as I have great power and ability in my necrodermis.

OOC: You could consider it somewhat mad ramblings. This necron not only went through the Awakening, but took several plasma rounds to his memory. He's not the most sane anymore, but isn't so deranged that he thinks orks are just necrontyr painted green.

Ra: Ramp is down sir!

Excellent! We're open for business once again! Now where is that Space Marine?...

Ra: Sir, we're out of flatscreens and Xbox1s

WHAT?! We've been open 5 minutes!

Ra: Yessir, apparently our prices are lower than the norm around here.

You mean $200 for a TV is cheap here? Bump all the prices to the regional equivalent!

Ra: Yessir! Oh and Horus with security had to take out 23 customers fighting over the galactic size Mars Bar, and now the US has 6 SWAT teams and 3 choppers outside.

Really? How bothersome go get Huitzilopochtli to shew them away will you?

Ra: Yessir!

*Wave Serpent drives by the window*

*angry space wolf exits hall*

Which one of you destroyed my emperors day tree?

*flexs thunder hammer arm*

Oh hello farseer, and we have a primal, *thinks to self, drug problems be going up*

*Teleports back in, looking somewhat disheveled*
*Hears engines and D-Scythes*
Fething really? I'm back now. Let me attempt to calm down the Eldar again...

[Hugs knees] F-forget the Eldar! Scary metal people!

Wait. You're scared of Necrons? I'm absolutely certain that this one is a generally good person.

*kneels down in front of BC*

I am not here to cause undue harm. Not all of the necrontyr seek to destroy all forms of life. If anything, my appearance makes you all safer as other dynasties are less likely to come here, if another dynasty appears to have claimed the land.

Give me fifteen minutes and some chloroform.
*Jumps out the window and begins running up the mountain*

[Looks ashamed] I-I can't help it, they're the reason I'm scared of mechanisms... The reason I was orphaned to begin with-

[Sees Blackjack up close and goes near catatonic with fear]

Don't feel ashamed! I'll be back when she's unconcious!
*Continues running up mountain, followed by two servo-skulls*

*steps away from BC after seeing his reaction*

This will not due. I came for enjoyment, not terror. I even brought only Warriors as my aid, as they are practically mindless and listen to any command I give. They won't attempt to fight any of you, unless I will it. Which I do not.

*sees verviedi running up the mountain*
*cocks her head in curiosity*
Silly human....
*teleports away*

*inspects necron curiously*

*sees Her*

My greetings. I am Overlord Neserakh. Are you AI, or cyborg of origin, I wonder?

You fething- Call off the attack!
*Nonthreatening Relocation Drones begin swarming and searching for WK*
*A single Nonthreatening Relocation Drone begins hovering over BC*

*in vervieidis mind*
I did nothing, now please calm down. You're ruining my meditation

*pokes blackjack with interest*
*circles him, almost like She's trying to figure something out*

[Slowly unfreezes] [Looks up at drone] ...?

I'm not meaning to hurt anyone's feelings, it's just an ingrained phobia. [Looks at feet]

Hey Farseer, I've got something you can meditate on

-snickers-

++I TRUST YOU ENOUGH TO CALL OFF THE DRONES++
*Stands under a Nonthreatening Relocation Drone and teleports back to the room*
*BC's Nonthreatening Relocation Drone releases a puff of perfume at him and 2BJ1. The teleport lense on the bottom begins glowing blue*
(Nonthreatening Relocation Drone) Hello, SUBJECT NAME HERE! I am a Mark I Nonthreatening Relocation Drone, designed to serve as a therepuetic tool for dealing with shell-shocked, mentally ill, or technophobic individuals. As giving gifts is scientifically proven to lower stress, complementary flowers will be provided! Please insert your hand into the main receptacle to retrieve flowers.
This trust-building exercise is -STAGE ONE- of helping you get over your fears of me!

[Looks deeply confused] Which hand? One of them is already metal and frightening.

...This is a very complex task and I am not okay. [Twitches]

Please insert your -RIGHT- hand into the receptacle. To improve your concentration and lower your fear, smooth jazz will be deployed.
*Slow jazz song begins playing*
*Steps into the room*
Is it working? Is the drone-
Oh, yes. Good.

[Very uneasily puts hand into the drone] [Closes eyes and braces for injury]