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**jhe90**

*comments before leaving*

Not bad armour paladin, not bad.
Bit less figure hugging than mine * laughs and points to armour*
Practical, though that power core could need a upgrade.

Don,t wear this and put on weight. *laughs*
Goodnight.
*hatch closes and turrets go to counter intruder mode*

**Buttery Commissar**

Huh. [Pops it out and pulls on an eyepatch] It'd explain the subtitles. Apparently Ork for delusional is "not finkin' proper".
[Wipes it on sleeve and hands it over]

**2BlackJack1**

*Scribe scurried out from a vertibird, respectively grabs the bale eye, and hurries back to the vertibird before flying away*

Thank you for your cooperation.

Now,this power armor is some of the finest there is. T60 power armor, to be exact. Enhanced strength, near invincibility from falling, and large amounts of resisitence to gunfire. Deathclaws have a hard time getting through this even.

**Buttery Commissar**

...Err. He's coming back, right?

Your Valkyries are prettier than ours. [Watches with polite admiration]

**2BlackJack1**

Yes, we aren't petty thieves. He just needs to run scans, test the optics, neutralize any exposure to excess radiation, among other details I won't bore you with, and then it will be returned to your person.

**War Kitten**

*stomps into the Room*
I have returned Brothers.

**Buttery Commissar**

...Radiation? Is that really a concern around here?

[Claps excitedly at WK's arrival] [Still visibly out of his tree on pain meds]

**2BlackJack1**

It is one of the base tests we perform on every piece of technology that comes our way. It may not be common here, but do you really want to risk radiation that close to your brain?

*sees WK*

Now what is that? Is that... a walking coffin?

**Co'tor Shas**

Well, if you go inside the reactors without adiquite protection maybe....

**War Kitten**

*turns to face 2BJ1*
Can I help you or are you just going to stare?

**2BlackJack1**

I'm curious what you are, and what use you are to the Brotherhood. The rest of this place seems ill suited to maintaining a constant defense against invasions. Radroaches run wild, the Institute has free reign, and it seems a 'Sister' has listed off many other threats you all suffer from.

**War Kitten**

*continues to stare at 2BJ1*
*all weapons arm themselves*
Just in case...

**2BlackJack1**

Are you threatening me with arms? I find the idea of that entertaining. I have answered your question, now I think you should answer mine.

**War Kitten**

I'm not threatening anything. I'm being prepared. Weird things happen in this Room all the time. Being armed and ready is par for the course here.
*shifts slightly*
As for me, I am no one of importance. A sentinel if you will.

**ZergSmasher**

*Steps out of recently arrived Protoss Shuttle, which then flies away*

*Sees 2bj1*

"En Taro Tassadar! I do not believe we have met. Are you one of those Terrans with the machine obsession?"

**2BlackJack1**

*snorts in derision*

You're no sentinel, I can guarantee that. Of course, you're not familiar with the ranks of my brotherhood, so are likely to confuse terms. Now, one more question before I leave you to your... guard duties. Are you robotic, synthetic, or human underneath that armored coffin? I'm assuming that's where the control commands are coming from, anyway.

*sees ZS*

And Ad Victoriam to you. I assume you're either a friendly mutant, as strange of a thought that that is, or an alien of unknown origin. My purpose, and the Brotherhood's, is to preserve technology, and ensure it does not fall into the wrong hands.

**War Kitten**

*autocannons train on 2BJ1 and rocket launcher activates*
Insult me one more time little man. I dare you. One more time.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks at the lights on WK's weapons] [Boops the end of the rocket launcher with a finger] Boop! Eheh.

[Notices tension] Hey now, I think there's just a language barrier here...

**2BlackJack1**

Insult? I did no such thing. I admitted you are lacking in knowledge of my brotherhood, and excused you of your inevitable ignorance. Are you offended by my asking of what you are exactly? That you would have to pardon me for, I have had no contact or briefing on whatever you are, and was simply curious what is underneath the plates of armor I see. Of course, such irrational actions lead me to believe you are human underneath, or a prototype synth that's experiment has failed.

**Co'tor Shas**

Honestly, get two humans in a room and they'l find something to fight over.

*sigh*

Look, you two, knock it off, I'd like at least 20 minutes without murder.

**War Kitten**

*transmits something to 2BJ1 on private comm*
You wish to know WHAT I am. There you go. See just how far humanity has been forced to stoop to survive.

OOC: How did BC boop an 12+ foot tall dreadnought on it's missile launchers?

**2BlackJack1**

Hmm, not quite human, but not a mutant, according to your standards. I suppose you aren't entirely mutates, as many of your changes were inserted through surgery, and not FEV, or radiation, or whatever else.

This is very interesting information.

**War Kitten**

It is what mankind has been forced to do to survive. And this chassis is another example. I was snatched away from the cold embrace of death and implanted into this. My duty is not yet done so I fight on

**2BlackJack1**

I've seen humanity stoop to cannibalism, nuclear warfare, forceful evolution to survive. Nothing is beyond humanity when it comes to its own survival, that I am certain of. That is also why I am here. To save humanity from itself. The Institute can only bring death to humanity, and it's projects and experiments must end.

**TheEyeOfNight**

*perches on nearby lamp*

*adjust commissar cap*

*proceeds to judge the room for disloyalty*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Points] I'm not the only one seeing the bird in a hat, right?

Ooc: Yarrick does what he wants. Or probably took a running jump.

**2BlackJack1**

I see it too. It seems your artifact eye was malfunctioning afterall. I'm just unsure if I should kill it for disturbing an ongoing investigation and possible battlezone, or leave it be for the time being.

**War Kitten**

*autocannons train on the bird*
Shall I eliminate it?

**Buttery Commissar**

What? No. It's a bird in a hat, we should cherish it.

**ZergSmasher**

*Sees the bird*

"The Imperium of Man is letting anyone sign up these days, it seems. Terrans..."