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**jhe90**

Oh like space marines. Near instant blood clotting. Redundant organs, hardened bone and rib cage fused into bullet proof solid plate.

On and 7-8 feet tall. Custodius are even more upgraded.

Yes, much as I hate to admit, your the only one who knows this threat in detail.

**War Kitten**

*A Hellhound squadron pursues the Synths and incinerates them*
In the Emperor's name, let none survive.

**2BlackJack1**

Which is precisely why I want your forces to stand down, so the Brotherhood may wage this war without distraction. However, I see that you will not be persuaded so easily, so I now I am calling for a cease fire, and ask that you do not interfere with the Brotherhood while you wage your own war.

**jhe90**

See we can bring something useful.

And *hands belt fed hevey bolter,*
25mm high explosive, belt fed, loaded anti personnel with 100 shells per belt.

Might work better than 5mm auto gun rounds.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Shambles over to medical tent] [Lies down on a quiet bed]

[General air of confusion and panic from staff] [Tent closes]

**Co'tor Shas**

*walks over ro courser-vervi*

Alright, buster brown, who are you are where is vervi? And if you deem it feasible to refuse me, I will tear that information from your unwilling circuitry with the vengeance of a wrathful god.

**Co'tor Shas**

*Archangel walks back in now wearing a gigantic bicorn hat*
*She is still on shoulder*

**Verviedi**

The Institute has him. Our replacement operations have never failed. Even this one... Is a success.
He needs to be alive for the DNA extraction process. I and those like me need fresh samples...
*Detonates Courser Chip, spraying Co'tor with synthetic blood and oil*

**War Kitten**

*leaves the Room in a Chimera*

**jhe90**

*walks up to b2j*

I want names, locations and intelligence now.
*looks forcefully*

We will rescue him and you will help us.
Got that.

**Co'tor Shas**

Oh...

...

feth.

Well, I hope the tracker is still operable.

**War Kitten**

*drives back into the Room and dumps the real Verviedi out of the hatch*
No need, I found him. They had their base right next to the Room.

**jhe90**

Oh, that easy....

Looks at wk, I may now forgive you for marooning me and my sister here. (Marla)

Maria is still recovering from being shot by that idiotic commisar but she would agree.

**2BlackJack1**

I'm not surprised you'd come to me for intelligence, many of the occupants here seem lacking in it.

*turns to WK*

I'd be more careful next time you bring in a synth to this place. Unless your friend was made of wires, that is not him.

**War Kitten**

Well. He WAS a tech-priest.
*drives back out of the Room*

**jhe90**

*explains*

Tech priests believe in machines and metal are stronger than flesh. The highest are only a brain in a massive cyborg warsuit.

Advanced shields, armour and in built weapons.
Basically they are all to some degree a cyborg.

**2BlackJack1**

I wouldn't put it past the Institute to build a decoy base to delay their enemies.

*turns to Jhe*

Cyborgs... Any other issues I should know of? More mutants, or *looks at Co'tor* aliens I haven't met yet?

**jhe90**

*umm*

Well chaos has mutants, demons, chaotic space marines with up to 10,000 years experience

Tau pack more guns than sane

Dark eldar live to torture you to extend own life

Orks are giant living fungi who live to fight, and are very hard to eradicate. About 6-7 feet, all muscle, massive pain tolerance

Nids are a endless living swarm out to eat any bio mass

Necrons are undead space robots who sold souls for immortality and basic guns can destroy tanks. Bit cranky after 60 million year sleep.

Think that's the threat list.
Rough universe.

Forgot 6-7 foot cockroaches on floors 7 and 11.

Don,t touch the 9 month old custard pool.

**2BlackJack1**

Giant radroaches. Unacceptable, I thought I would not have to face those vermin on this mission.

*sends a comm message and two vertibirds fly overhead*

**War Kitten**

*drives back into the Room and kicks another person out of the hatch*
*drives out of the Room again*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Emerges from the tent with bale eye lit up again] [Looks somewhat woozy] They put a plate in my head. But is not a plate for eating. [Waves finger at nobody in particular]
Also they fixed m'eye. [Points and misses own face spectacularly]

**2BlackJack1**

I'm not here for babysitting. I strongly recommend one of you babysitting the wastelander over there, before he gets himself killed. Or damages that eye again, it is probably worth more than this entire place is, in the right hands.

**Buttery Commissar**

Bale eye relic. S'the only one in the worl... Universe. [Waves hands in a very wide circle and giggles] ...Shhh. [Attempts to put finger to lips and fails by several inches]

[Fully notices blackjack] What're you, some kind of reject Astartes?

**jhe90**

That human can handle him self.

I'm still mad at him for shooting my sister.

*glares at BC* we don't,t forget a grudge.

Back to you, just remember we have a few different foes here, not all are killed by force of asrms, some are more insidious, and battles of the heart and soul.

Be careful paladin.
*walks off to tank to sleep*
Goodnight.

**2BlackJack1**

Reject? If it wouldn't upset the relations of this place and the Brotherhood, I'd have you detained for that. I am a Paladin of the Brotherhood of Steel. I'm also tempted to requisition that eye. You're wasting its potential, no doubt.

*turns to Jhe*

My only purpose is to advance through Brotherhood. Any who want to corrupt that will find no foothold.

**Co'tor Shas**

Pah, it's just a fancy digi-weapon. This is much better.

*pulls out a small circular box, and octaginal plates slide from the box and up arm*

*flexes experimentally, the plates folding and sliding with the movement*

It's made of an experimental form of fio'tak. Strong enough to take bolt shells, even at this thickness. Incredibly light as well.

**Buttery Commissar**

I said I was sorry about that! [Explains to hat rack]

And it's pretty advanced by our standards. [Looks baffled] So you're not an Astartes. Are you a Xenos? I don't have a lot of experience dealing with inhumans. [Looks slightly troubled]

**2BlackJack1**

I am quite human, I assure you. My last inspection has shown 0.02% radiation exposure. Radaway has made that percentage even less, no doubt. This place seems rather clean of radiation as well.

**Buttery Commissar**

..Then what's with the goat horns and spots?

**2BlackJack1**

You're delusional. Or your mechanical eye is malfunctioning. If it is the latter, then I'd be happy to have scribes working to fix it.