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You can't. They are priceless relics of my Chapter, and there are few of them remaining, and production of them is extremely limited. You cannot get one unless you are a Marine and you are being implanted into it. Which I would have to kill you for given how much effort I went to to bring you back.

*maria walks back out now tidied up after days in the wilderness*

That's better, oh, still oggling the dreadnought
*grabs V and hauls him to kitchen*

Come on, stop pestering the ultramarine and have some tea and food, ypou haver not eatern all day....

Now, behave.

*walks after Jhe, the ground shaking with each step*
One thing I can say about being interred in a Dreadnought, I no longer have to worry about sneaking up on people.
*pauses*
I have something on my scanner....

Oh, what is it?
*Follows Jhe into the kitchen*

*Assault Cannon spins up and I start firing rounds into the wall*

*sits V down and place a cup of tea and a meal in front of him*

You need to eat, its high energy, advanced nutrition but you have to eat one daily, your human now.

*sits down with tea* im not leaving till you eat. I'm having to teach you to human.... I was never trained for this....

*casually shouts over assault cannon*

Now eat...
*looks up at dreadnought*
It's for his own good, im not giving the full marla...

*Begins eating*
Don't worry, he fixed me, I was actually hungry anyway.

*continues firing at the wall of the kitchen*
*puts power fist through the wall, and pulls it back, hurling an Ork boy onto the table where Verviedi and Jhe are eating*
Burn heretic!
*readies heavy flamer implanted into the power fist*

Oh, so he did make you slightly human

Good job ultramarine, he night live yet. Still a tad underweight...

*adds extra rations*
Feth. *drags V out the way too absorbed in food. *

[Appears very sad at the prospect of less hugs in the world]

..That nun took my tank blanket.

... [Sits at table and attempts to make paper snowflakes]

I accept hugs!
*Wonders where my food went*

Charred, not even my cooking is that bad

*toss, V a ration bar*
Still not finished with you quite yet
Eat that, you get a hug. And you BC.... Cheer up.

*looks at BC*
But it was too soft and warm to give up. You can buy a new one.

*sets the ork boy on fire*
For the Emperor.

*Enthusiastically eats nutrient bar*

*gives V a hug and BC*

See, im not always trying to kill you, believe me now?

*walks over to sofa to relax away from charred ork smell*
(Thought. Who said you could not train people, they work well with positive reinforcement)

*to BC*
Fine il buy you a new blanket. Deal?

*stomps past Jhe, making the couch shake violently*

*looks up*
you should get some rubber feet protectors, we fit them to tanks all the time, im sure theres some for a dreadnought,

*Suddenly sounds slightly different*
Why use rubber? Couldn't you just put the little cushions we put under couches under the feet?
I'm really very sorry about the past few days. A low-level scan of this entire room sapped my brain quite a bit.

[Snowflakes catch fire along with table] ...

[Looks around and goes to make gingerbread tanks in the kitchen]

somehow i doubt little sofa feet will work on a dreadnought, plus he might be offended if we use parts ment for furniture on its chassis.

*walks over to BC.*

Ooh gingerbread, il have one or 4 more honestly later.
and il buy you a new blanket ok? it has to be on I bay right? right commissar?

*cookie tray pops out of my knee*
What the feth? I didn't ask for that feature to be installed...
*chocolate chip cookies appear on the tray*

So, Castraferrum dreadnoughts look like washing machines. Does that mean they can wash clothes?
That is, because you look like an oven. It's a joke. Get it?

*drags a burned ork boy away from WK and starts gnawing on it*

..? It's okay, I am a bit more settled than when I needed blanket nests. [Points at sofa] Maybe Santa will sort one, or a tent. [Looks thoughtful]

[Hands jhe an icing bag] Here, you can decorate some. I'd ask Kimmy but she seems to have wandered off.

[Kimmy is elsewhere, repeatedly opening WK's knee to see what happens]

*starts decorating a tank in various symbols of the impurium*

Hmm this is oddly relaxing, i never did baking before

Ok, well I kinda already ordered you one so, your getting one anyway like it or not..

*Kimmy keeps taking trays of cookies out of my knee*
*raises vox amp volume a bit so BC can hear*
Uh, Benny? Your daughter is over here eating LOTS of cookies

[Facepalms] I don't know what kind of metabolism she runs on, but- [Hears sad noise] -I'll bring the mop and bucket...

[Cleans up the mess] [Picks up a very embarrassed Kimmy] I guess nobody ever told you that could happen, huh...

[Sits her gently on sofa with small plate of cookies and water to sip] Something tells me you've learned a thing today.

*watches from kitchen*

Try pressing 2 inches down from the top bone in neck, 1 inch right, she will feel better.

Trained as a hospitlar, well to begin with

[Gently rubs the spot] [Kimmy perks up and begins shovelling down cookies again]

[Coughs quietly] ...

[She slows down and nods]

Chocolate chip is my favorite kind of cookie. Mind if I have some?
*Looks at Kimmy*