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**War Kitten**

*bolt round bounces off of carapace armor helmet*
*still unphased*
Meh.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Tilts head] What the hell is your head made from?

**ZergSmasher**

*Walks up and yanks storm bolter out of Yarrick's hand*

"You Terrans are like spoiled children. Always squabbling amongst yourselves. It's no wonder this universe is in so much trouble."

*Puts storm bolter down and stabs its firing mechanism with psionic blade*

"If you can't behave yourselves with your toys you can't have them."

**War Kitten**

*looks at BC*
Truth be told I have no idea.
*shrugs*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Remaining eye twitches] That was a hand crafted- [Facepalms] Why do I even try?

[Fires bale-eye laser at ZS] G'wan, feth off out of here. I'm trying to do Commissariat business. [Knocks WK's helmet off using bouquet] You as well. Out of it.

[Drops flowers and turns back to BC] ...When did you have time to do baking?

**ZergSmasher**

*Bale-eye laser is harmlessly absorbed by personal shield*

"Hmph. You leave me no choice, Commissar, as you continue to pester my buttery Terran friend and this nameless Terran soldier."

*Manifests psionic storm around Yarrick, then jabs psionic blade into bale-eye*

**War Kitten**

*puts helmet back on before smacking BC's hat off*
You play a dangerous game sir.

**Buttery Commissar**

Pester? I'm trying to find a reasonable solution that allows him to keep his positio- [Incoherent screaming] [Attempts to stay upright]

**Verviedi**

*Twenty or so frantically flashing grenades arc into the room, each spawning an enormous flash of light blue lightning*
*Synths armed with Institute and plasma weapons step out of each bolt and immediately attack everyone within range*

**Buttery Commissar**

Oh f-f-feth... [Looks at destroyed weapon] You j-j-just had to d-d-destroy the gun and my only built in defenses.

[BC directs the troopers to defend the room]

**War Kitten**

*eyes light up*
THIS IS MY KIND OF FIGHT!
*immediately charges and tackles the nearest Synth before stabbing it 27 times in the chest*
FOR THE EMPEROR!
*begins stabbing every Synth nearby*

**ZergSmasher**

"So, these things want to play with lightning, do they?"

*Manifests large psionic storm around everything, while staying protected by shield*

"Zealots, attend me!"

*Storm fades, and several Protoss Zealots arrive and start attacking the surviving Synths*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Drops to floor] Make it stop.. [Winces]
[BC looks concerned] G-g-get away you fething imbecile. D-d-don't just stand there, get clear.

**War Kitten**

*runs over and grabs BC by his lapel*
THIS IS NO TIME TO LIE ON THE FLOOR LIKE A BABY! FIGHT OR DIE!

**Buttery Commissar**

[Grabs WK's arms and causes him to be electrified via conduction] F-f-feth you. It's like a taser c-c-connected to my spine, right now.

That mouthless t-t-tau isn't distinguishing b-between me and them.

**War Kitten**

*electric charge does nothing*
SHAKE IT OFF YOU WUSS!
*hauls BC upright bodily*

**ZergSmasher**

*Grabs original (cartoon) BC and runs outside to a waiting Protoss shuttle*

"Don't worry, buttery Terran. We'll keep you safe back at the Protoss base for a while."

*Shuttle lifts off and flies to a nearby formidably defended Protoss base*

**Verviedi**

*Hood is now off, revealing a mass of wires and cables with a hyperealistic plastic mask of V in front of it*
VRV-D12 at your service. I am afraid I have been tasked to disrupt this meeting.
Do you have any idea how difficult it was to replace that idiot?

**Buttery Commissar**

What the actual f-f-feth is in your system? [Stares at WK] And I still have no weapons. [Bale eye sparks sadly] Or depth perception.

[BC throws over a spare bolt pistol] ...The fact they trust you with weaponry is horrifying.

**War Kitten**

*turns around and clubs the Verviedi imposter to the ground*
This is going to hurt you a lot more then it will me.
*continues beating the imposter with a rifle butt*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Pulls WK back] He can't talk if he's dead.

**Verviedi**

Fool. No human can beat an Institute Courser in close combat.
*Judo-flips WK and stomps on his neck*

**War Kitten**

*Verviedi's foot shatters against my neck*
*gets up and laughs menacingly*
You just messed up.
*charges Verviedi and body slams him into a wall before plunging my fist deep into his stomach*

**Buttery Commissar**

... [Takes aim and fires at Fake-verdi's knee very carefully]
[Repeats on WK out of curiosity while he's distracted]

**Verviedi**

*Blocks a punch, reverses the slam, cloaks, and stabs WK with a shock baton*
My orders are to take you dead or alive for infiltration of the Inquisition.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Walks slowly closer] [Watches with interest]
I'm not sure which side I should root for, if either. [Picks up a dead trooper's powersword and tosses it to WK] [Leans on wall and fires potshots at both sides]

**War Kitten**

*catches the power sword and dodges the shock baton*
*chops off Imposter Verviedi's arm and raises bolt pistol and snaps off a shot*
*gives Imposter Verviedi a cold smile*
You're going to have to try much harder than that cog head

**Verviedi**

*Cloaks again and circles around WK, pistol raised*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Attempts to track Verviedi] Fething tau just had to break the bionic eye. [Taps it, causing it to spark] Guardsman; he's on your seven o clock.

[Fires a bolt from the bale eye at Verviedi, causing the lens to shatter] Feth...

**Verviedi**

*Whips around, aim-dodging the beam*
Do not interfere! I have no such orders to leave you in a recognizable condition!
*Lifts Yarrick up by the back of the neck and places pistol barrel under his chin*