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...Custard was the secondary test. It didn't work well, mostly because almost all of the Adepts who used it got some form of infection on their augmetic-skin border or other orifices. We settled for a Jell-O pool after the Adept Seniorus complained.

Oh yeah, that pool Smelt bad, it might need cleaning before it summons a nurgle invasion....

This place is odd, so many floors, rooms, and chambers. The 13th floor is sealed by inquisition and guarded by a battle Titian facing towards the door....

Oh and it seems to have a minor case of 6 foot coach roaches on 17th.... They din,t make good steak, we tried our best but blurghhh

Space wolves like to wander,.... youl be amazed what this network of rooms, halls, landings, stairs and cellers contains....

...And drinks. [Looks longingly at bar] [Stays put and sighs]

*pulls out portable X-ray machine*
May I?

Sure, I guess. [Removes greatcoat]
Last thing I need is anyone thinking I have eaten a set of keys and loose change.
[Looks in pockets] Think that's all of it.

Alright then
*begins to scan BC*
Nothing so far.....
*when the scanner hits the center of his stomach it begins to beep*
Interesting....
*shows BC the scanner results*

[Squints and tilts head] It's inscribed?
"Inquisition can suck a... [coughs]"
But what is it? [Looks down at abdomen with concern]

*begins making the Hrud pelts into rugs*

So, by the looks of it, someone did more involuntary surgery on the commisar, and the farseer left. No complaints from the latter, I may have gotten revenge, but I doubt we will see eye to eye anytime soon.

Well. Based on this it's either a cyclonic torpedo warhead or an inscribed bowling ball. I'm not sure which one is worse.
*continues to look at the scanner*

[Shifts slightly and rattles audibly] I'm going to say not the bowling ball.
[Sits very still]

I wouldn't recommend moving too much, Guard ordinance is prone to exploding very easily.
*continues looking at the scanner*
So, you want that surgery yet or do I have to knock you unconscious first?

*finishes making the rugs*

You think this looks good? It's hard to make much with what's left of them when they die.

*starts decorating the Room with the rugs, and places one in front of a fireplace*

*looks at screen*

Hmm, that looks like a heat/pressure double redundent detonator. Rather tricky to disarm due to anti tamper system...

Do we have anyone experienced in advanced explosives and detonation systems?

*looks at new hrud rugs*, interesting there quite soft and durable.

Are you saying that at any given point since I returned, sudden movement from me could have wiped out the surrounding area? [Looks terrified] But I've been- We've been- [Points at butter tank]

Now that's high stakes. Guess if it is a shell, it's more resilient than you'd think. That girlfriend of yours is not exactly subtle.

[Looks at WK] I don't relish the idea, but it is responsible. [Nods and winces]

*gently begins taking BC to the surgery area*
Alright. Let's get that thing out of you, before it kills us all.
*winces*

*toss,s wk a data slate loaded with the detonators schematics and design spec. *

Its a tricky one but not impossible

[Hands hat to Kimmy] Go sit in the tank, okay?

[Watches her scamper off] I'm fairly certain the shields wouldn't hold up to detonation, but there's a lot I don't understand about that vehicle. She could likewise be fine.

Couldn't Verviedi disarm it with his own technopathy? Of course, that'd be up to you, BC if you wanted him to attempt it before the surgery. Especially because he might not succeed and accidentally trigger it, but then who cares what happens to the place, seeing as how we'd all be dead?

*rune priest looks oddly serious*

There's worse things than death....

V is resting his powers after brain surgery

*looks normal* so if we die, shall we die feasting rolling drunk?

There's a simpler solution.

Perron... [Looks uneasy]

Safer, too.

Let he/she/it finish BC, there's no guarantee I could keep you alive during the surgery

*considers*

What if we teleport the bomb out into that parallel universe in the eastern corner?

That Tau, Co'tor fitted a device that if BC dies, his consciousness is backed up safely in the room, and can be transferred to a blank rather than be lost entirely. This end of the relay still works. We just need to check the other is still around. [Points at Co'tor's workshop]

If it is, we just rig it up to a blank, detonate the warhead somewhere safe, and nobody gets hurt. Apart from a few thousand daemons, which depending on how you view it, is the ultimate buzz.

[Looks pale]

Plus, I'd probably go back to the warp. You'd be effectively free of me.

Why couldn't it have been a can of pennies? [Sighs]

I'm sorry. I can't touch or even percieve the thing. It must be shielded somehow.
So, what do we bomb? I could open a portal to one of the Clockwork Hells, once I recover.

Webway gate?

There has to be one nearby for all eldar to get here.

I can open a warp portal. Have to check we don,t destroy any ships though.

It would have to be something still in universe enough to allow for that digital link. Plus somewhere with warp access or in the warp itself...

Any planets or warships you guys particularly dislike?

"Nobody gets hurt" didn't include me, did it.

You won't feel a thing. Unless it isn't actually a warhead, in which case you'll be torn apart by lasgun fire, eaten, captured or-
You won't feel a thing. Trust me.

[Stands up and fetches a blank and small memory unit] Just pick somewhere before I have second thoughts.
[Removes jacket again]

*backs away cautiously*
Just in case....

Hmm, where's that Frank Horrigan fellow live? He killed you once, and tore me to shreds several times. I think he could use a gift for his hospitality.

...I'm pretty sure there's nowhere you could back away to that would help. [Doesn't look up]
[Takes off remaining insignia and weapons, and leaves them on side table] I'd hate to waste resources. [Deadpan]

*looks at imaginary watch*
You know, I think I left the oven on
*teleports out of the room*