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*looks irritated*
*into the phone*
Cancel that Sister, the others are taking him away.
*listens*
Yeah, I'll come for a visit soon. Ok. Ok. Bye.
*hangs up*

...What thing? [Contemplates fighting the drones, but gives it up] I can stand robots touching me, at least. Just, no funny stuff.

[Drones hit Yarrick's head on the doorframe] [Stream of increasing foul language]

*pats BC on the head on his way out*
Keep him in good shape will you? My sister still wants to meet him.

[Winces] Believe me, it'd be my pleasure.

I can knock you out again during that encounter, so you can still appreciate life. As much as an Imperial can, anyway.

*Is on a computer, blocking the "Cancel" part of WK's transmission*
Good. Please, ignore me.

*looks at dragging off bc*

Enjoy you *foul language *
Yes, keep him intact, id not want him to have it easy.

*goes off to check on maria*
Oh wk, thanks for beating him up abit. I was too busy fixing his damage *shakes head* fething idiot.

*looks at Verviedi*
What are you doing over there?
*eyes glow with power and I stand up*

I am simply doing my job.
*Continues typing and reaches for jacket pocket*

*seizes control of Verviedi's hands mentally*
You will explain yourself, I would rather not have to look into your mind, but I will if I have to.

...What encounter? [Confused]

If that thing wants to have a family reunion, I'm all for it, makes my job far simpler. [Slightly unfocused expression] These bots are doing an okay job, I think. Though could have done without the painkiller.

*Stares at WK and speaks into a white and yellow communication device*
Broken. Mask.

Well. Ok then.
*releases Verviedi and sits down on the couch and starts reading a newspaper*

I'm afraid that-
*Notices WK stepping away*
Oh, thank goodness.

[Shambles back in holding an ornate stormbolter with inexplicable bayonet on the front]
M'just trying to do my fething job... [Stomps unsteadily towards Butter Tank] I'm supposed to assess this joke of a commissar and go back to Armageddon.

[Tank beeps angrily] Shuoosh... [Puts other hand to mouth] [Clicks something akin to a garage door remote, and the tank calms down entirely] Fething sentient AI.. add that to the list...

*mentally grabs BC again*
You will go back and tell your superiors that the commissar here is just fine.
*plants the suggestion firmly in BC's mind, so he thinks it's his own idea*

*repressors turn bolters and flamer turrets to bc beeping angrily*
*One starts loudly playing killed by death at him*

[Stumbles] [Shakes head] Nice try, princess. [Taps forehead] Save it for securing your date nights, I'm sure it'll help.
There’s very little can change my mind, short of a bullet in it. Even then I’m not so sure.

[Drags BC out of Butter Tank] …I’m not spending any more time in that abomination of physics than I have to. Not to mention the decor is non standard, and impossibly yellow.

[Shoves him with end of storm bolter towards the barracks] Move. I’m supposed to assess your performance with troops before passing judgement. [Sighs]

*eyes glow with power*
*hits BC with a lightning bolt and hurls him across the Room*
*drags old BC back to the Butter Tank and tucks him inside*
*grabs singing spear*
Try me wretch.

*red targeting eyes on repressor weapons lock onto BC and glow a dangerous red colour. *

*audio activates*
Hey wk, guns are locked and ready if you need them.

[Slides across floor] ... [Pulls self up on wall] You aren't even asking him if he wants assessing or not.

Commissar Benny [Coughing fit]-ton, are you resisting your assessment by a superior officer? [BC shrugs noncommittally]

See, he's... Well less more cooperative than I expected, in all honesty.

[To BC] Get over here. [Points at floor]

*marla steps out of tank glowing gold and floating again*

You had to come back.

*activates sword and cuts bolter in half *
Now leave this room NOW

*stalks toward BC eyes blazing*
*singing spear crackles with power*
Leave. Now.

[Swings storm bolter back away from Marla] Oh no you don't. You clowns have ruined enough weaponry for one deployment.

What's so hard about checking out his capabilities, hm?

*glates*
Shooting my sister for a start... That tends to piss me off. Alot..

We argue, but by the emperor you do not hurt my sister.

Or else, *causes a metal object to melt into liquid pool*

His capabilities? Less dangerous than a kitten.

Fine, I'm sorry for damaging one of the Emperors finest.

Then just leave.
Walk out the door, we know Benny is a kitten. Not hurting anyone but himself or own self esteem.

I don,t think you need tests to tell that if you own a brain.
Plus he never leaves the room much at all. No threat to your status, happy sat in the yellow tank miles from you.

Plus his girlfriend may not appreciate you killing him...

[Facepalms] Then he can't be a commissar. You should know this yourself.
I'm not asking him to be violent, I'm saying he must be able to perform his duty in some measurable capacity, or be relieved of his position, his equipment and possibly his tenuous grip on his mortal coil.

And why is there a dead pile of Inquisition outside this building?

Oh that pile ...

Yeah that one was before me. Zorks, orks, savasge kroot or the 6 foot cockroaches are to blame. They are hard buggers to kill. Not enough here to wipe them out just defend the lasnd we have.

One died of eating 9 month old custard...

Oh yes, he,s not a commisar anyway. We have no PDF .. And due to temporal issues, he is and is not a commisar by impiral law.,.

Check your crono we are in 3 different time states. Also a alternative dimensional flux, law and concepts of reality are rather broken.