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Really? Trying to kill me with automated weapons?
*Casually disassembles the turrets and builds a fusion rifle with them*

Urgh... I was trying to kill that marine....

Not you, you I can tolerate.

*casually whistling whilst bending Jhe's Heavy Flamer in half*
Care to try that again? I'm sure you'll actually manage to hit me next time, come on, you can do it!

You.... Damnded marine...

*fires hand flamer at wk and follows up with a melta bomb*

You like it hot marine?

*hand flamer does nothing but singe my armor a bit, melta bomb misses horribly*
Apparently you don't like it hot, what was that a lighter?
*chuckles*
Come back and fight me when you have a real weapon.

*walks off in a huff looking for a larger weapon*

Il get you, Il get round to you. ...
Fething marines.

[Pats jhe's tank and talks to it quietly] [Glares at WK and Verviedi] You apologise to it, poor thing is having a terrible day thanks to you two!

I apologize to you, tank. You're an innocent bystander.
*Activates the armor release catch on jhe's armor as soon as she gets out of sight, and then begins scrubbing some mud out of the tank's treads*

I have no reason to apologize, the Sister tried to have her tank set me on fire, I responded accordingly. You should know Commissar that Astartes do not tolerate threats.

*storms back wearing armoured robes holding a large knife*
You dare do that to my armour, my armour...

*threatens v with large combat knife*

You're noticably not on fire though, are you? Poor tank was just doing what it was told. You should know as well that machine spirits are very sensitive.

[Sees Jhe return and steps back from her tank]

*sees Jhe show up again*
This'll be good.
*looks at BC*
Sorry, old instincts die very, very hard.
*pats the Immolator on it's hull, it beeps happily before the turret turns to regard Jhe*

*The newly-assembled fusion weapon settles back into the tank's turret*
Yes, I did indeed do that to your armor.

*steps between Jhe and Verviedi*
If you want to get to my friend you need to go through me first. Are you really willing to test the Adeptus Astartes Sister?

*stares angrly and sheaths knife*

Fine, you took my armour, stole my tank, oh and broke my flamer....

*storms off to find armour and put it back on*
Your some heretics. You steal everyone's tank, armour and weapons who visit this damned place....

I even did your nails nicely...

We didn't steal your tank. We made friends with it, there's a crucial difference.
*tank beeps in the affirmative*

*Armor flies out of a corner and attaches itself to jhe*
Sorry! Couldn't resist!

*finds armour, puts it back on*
That's better... Armour. Hmm, he was right, not as comfey

*,walks back*, fine. I stop trying to kill you, you stop breaking my stuff, I get my tank back...

Deal.?

Nobody took your tank! We were just mending it.

Mending it, oh....

But you put a I'm not even sure what on the roof. Irs definitely not a flamer....

Did you adjust anything on the armour it does not seem to fit right.... not comfey....

*goes off to get relaxing tea *

*begins dragging in medical equipment and setting it up*

I only said my armour was not fitting right?
Medical machinery?

*shakes head*

Now the Imperium is fighting each orher. I don't understand the beauty of this Imperial Creed. It can't even keep different branches of the Imperium together.

*sighs* there was a sad time when one gained too much power in the empire, my ancestor order was with this dictator, his rule was vile, and thus ir is that the competition prevents one from gaining power over all...

Its for the best....

What bits are uncomfortable? I could possibly straighten them out.

Its like something went wrong when you did, what did you even do to it? I

Give me a sec, *deatchs Armour and places on rack alongside a full spec data slate with fitting details*

You where a tech priest? you know how to this stuff works?

*continues setting up equipment*
Well, he WAS a tech-priest. Then he became liquid metal for a while after his body was destroyed. Then he became a sentient AI after THAT body was destroyed. And then I re-made his biological body and made him young again. He is the pinnacle of modern medical science. I'm quite proud of him

*sits down first*
Wait what, Metal, Ai,, organic.....

Il just let you do your job....

*Each individual piece of armor begins orbiting me*
Where specifically was it uncomfortable?

*points to various plates and parts that are not fitting right *

Yep, that, that, the armour plating there, that servo.

*goes to sleep on sofa while v works, one hand on a combat knife built in to armoured robes*