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*kneels next to BC*
It's ok. He's in a better place now, in the great big butter tub in the sky.
*gestures grandly at the ceiling*

[Stares at WK] That's heresy.

*facepalms*
The one time I try to be comforting and your commissar training kicks in. For feth's sake why do I even try anymore
*stands up abruptly and BC falls over*
*leans against the Butter Tank and watches the Wolf/Iron Warrior scrum some more*

*sees WK*

When will an actual foe worthy of the name astartes face me? You are not marines, but mere children playing dress up.

*looks at 2BJ1*
I would hit you, but I don't believe in hitting little girls.
*continues leaning against the tank nonchalantly*

[Sighs and sits back against back of sofa]
I'm sorry, I just accidentally murdered the only person to be unconditionally nice to me in my entire life.

Plus, it's hard to deal with being half idiot, half acutely aware of how much of an idiot.

Little girl? I am thrice your age, and more worthy of geneseed than your entire chapter. When will you loyalist scum see how much the IXth Legion has done for you all. Many palisades, fortresses, turrets, and countless else come from our sufferings, and yet none see the pain we endured, and the blood we lost.

Oh please. Complain some more about how the Emperor hurt your feelings when he asked the Fists to work on a fort instead of you. Please, complain some more about how nobody appreciates you.
*shakes his head*
And you really have to wonder why nobody likes you or your legion? You're a legion of whiny gits following a whiny Primarch.

*Hands BC the neurochip containing the last backup of the blank's personality*
Taken right before he began coming on to you. I'm already working on printing a pill that, when taken, will temporarily replace the user's personality with the personality of the pill's "occupant".
Don't worry. The body dies, but the spirit lives on.
...Why did I say that?
Apothecary?

You had it better than curze, that lot where just messed up beyond words, even before turning traitor....

Or the dying world eater....

You do whine so...

*space wolf reinforcements claw with iron warriors*

[Takes chip and puts it safely in butter tank]
[Looks thoughtful and puts it with spare hat]
That's about as sentimental as I can offer... My emotional range is usually saved for shame and confusion.

[Strolls out and sees Blackjack] Crikey, you're tall.

Enough bandying of words. I shall see how arrogant you are when your corpses are used to make the foundations of my fortress!

*more Iron Warriors and cultists arrive, and several lance rounds are charging, preparing for an orbital bombardment*

always with the fortress's its like you have a compulsion to hide behind something

*Fleet, load the bombardment cannons"

BC, you might want to take shelter in your tank.....

*draws power sword and charges 2BJ1*
YOUR END IS NEAR TRAITOR!

-walk up in the room like-

Where all the women at?

*looks round*

There's a small wargoing on and your worry is....

Eldar ....

How did you rule the galexey again?

Do not fear, they shall soon see the might of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Their heretical fortress shall fall!
Veck...

*turns around from punching 2BJ1 in the face*
Yes?

What methods exactly did you use to generate this body?

*Badrukk teleports out of the secret room*

War Kitten! Who did you punch?

It's a similar method to how we create the organs that go along with the geneseed in a marine, although we diverged from that method in a few crucial ways that I cannot tell you at this time. Why?

*hits WK while his back is turned*

None of you realize the necessary evil that we are. You don't realize without us, your own kind would fall apart, tearing at each other's throats. You need us. But we don't need you.

*hits WK in the head again*

*staggers from the first blow, barely dodges the second blow*
You are not necessary, in fact, you are a mistake. An abomination that should never have been created. And I shall rectify that mistake.
*stabs 2BJ1 in the face with narthecium*

*to 2BJ1* So that's how you wanna play it. Requezt moar dakka, over!

And War Kitten, you should be thanking me when I do this!

*13 stompas, 30 battlewagons, 600 boyz and 600 power klaw nobz break down the south wall*

2BlackJack1!!! Your death is near!!!

*fires everything at 2BJ1*

*raises storm shield to barely block the blow, but the upper half of the shield shatters*

Orks as well. No matter, all will fall to my Legion.

*cultists move in the way of the ork's fire, and slowly overwhelm them*

*flash gitz teleport out of secret room and kill cutists*

Keep firing!

*gets on the vox*
BROTHERS, INITIATE THE STEEL RAIN!
*many drop pods crash through the ceiling, disgorging several dreadnoughts and tactical squads who immediately engage the cultists, forcing them back*
YOUR END HAS COME TRAITOR!
*charges 2BJ1 and slashes him across the face with power sword*

*astartes return fire at the orks, and aquila fly over head, dropping bombs onto the orks*

You cannot win.

*raises the broken shield to block the blow*

You have two options. Join me in my crusade, or die a weakling. I can show you all more power than you possibly can imagine.

task force kraken cleared hot

*battle lime of shadow swords and fell blades open fire on iron warriors*

Pre heresy! We have good toys. *fire rapter gunships make low gun runs*

*Twitches*
Because my hardware is conflicting with my software. My body is attempting to compell me to return to the mindset I had as an Adept Mediocrus.
Just in case...
*Hands plasma pistol and a conversion beamer to BC*
*Massive storm of golden light begins building*