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Ooc: Some of us are still F4-less, so if you get too close to actual plot, I'll be slightly dischuffed. I didn't even know what Synths were.

OOC: I've been bullshitting for a while now. Don't worry, no spoilers here.

No catch. You do not owe the Brotherhood any service or payment for the repairs. Everything has already been taken care of.

OOC: I haven't seen any ending yet either, and I'm proud to be as spoiler free as I am so far. Dodging this and the Star Wars ending have been hard. Also, I hope I'm getting the BoS my way or the highway/donkey cave across, but without going too far and getting the paladin killed.

[BC creeps back into room, holding a pizza box]
You! [BC flees behind sofa]

[Walks over silently and leans over the back] Going AWOL with Xenos? Deserting your post? Failing to report back?
You're going to be court martialled so hard that your children will be born with headaches.

I'm kidding, you'll probably just be hung.

...Yes you can eat your pizza.

*nods in approval*

Desertion is serious business, as is consorting with the enemy. If I had discovered any within my ranks consorting with the Institute, I'd call for the harshest punishment.

SSSHHH! Sasha is asleep!
*points to minigun*

*looks on*

Seriously trying to kill him again.... Is anyone not trying to kill him. Don,t answer, its probably proverbial. ?

Also lord commisar, point your gun anywhere near me and il blow your head off. *glares at BC* im not going to forgive being fething shot easily.

Oh, hello paladin, brotherhood, hmm, so tech hoarding, guarding, you and admech might get on.

*Looks at WK, at the minigun, and back at WK*

"I hope you're not here to cause trouble, large Terran."

*Looks at BC eating pizza*

"I thought I told you to stay in the Protoss base where you'd be safe from Yarrick's blustering! Did you have too much butter in your ears or something?"

*Facepalms*

"Terrans..."

Sister, I said I was sorry, I wouldn't have damaged a member of your order intentionally.

[Sighs at BC] You can't just keep him as a pet. Either he's a commissar and performs his duty here as a morale officer, and is subject to those military responsiblities...
[Looks away to avoid BC's puppy dog face] Or he loses his title, his uniform and his tank.

So far he just seems to have an understanding of parties and bakin- [BC pulls a laspistol out of the pizza box and shoots it at Yarrick]

What the actual feth? [Throws self flat]

Oh, I was recovering. Do you now how much a bolt round hurts.
It's pretty painful.
A apcept on term you never try to kill me again


*checks contracts*
Tank is owned by room legally. I checked, BC only holds it on lease from room for nominal fee, lease expires in 999 years.

Technically you can take rank, but not tank. The tank is only leased and leases cannot ceased as owner holds the overarching ownership.

*shows a large book of laws with marked section*

So uniform, rank, weapons, not the yellow tank.

Benny!


What in the blazes are you doing?

*Relays back in, covered in soot*
We had to ceremonially incinerate Father's corpse, and the bodies in the dead synth storage.
...I don't even know why we had that!

That tank, and its serial number are registered to the Astra Militarum. What he rents is the room space, which is why he has a physics-breaking interior. Anyone sane would have worked it out, but he apparently hasn't.

The AI, paint job and modifications are also in breach of his terms, but I'm not about to have anyone punished for that.

[Stands up] At a guess, he heard me threaten his tank and hat. [Grins] So he does have violent tendencies, that's at least going to make me feel better.

[BC grips pistol and backs away]

*digs in paper work on tank*

In fact, if you see this transfer order *shows order*
Prior to lease it was reassigned by the administration on rigass 12 as assigned to ownership by room.

*shows new ownership documents*

The room as new owner had right of sale and leasehold.
*hands second document*
Certificate of transfer. You will find the serial numbers match.

Yellow tank no longer is owned by the guard.
We must be legally correct.
*puts down reading glasses*

*looks completely confused*
*spins up minigun*
What is going on?

I'll accept that. [Holds out hand to read paperwork and hands it back] It seems even our own clerks don't know what other departments are up to.

However it does mean that any funded upgrades and services he procured for it are invalid or fraudulent the moment he ceases to be under employ by the Imperial Guard. And according to the records for this location, that would be a great many. Including several visits from an Enginseer that don't correspond to any battle damage.

[Turns back to BC] So either you put that down, and face your trial like an adult, or I start taking things personally.

[BC looks confused]

That would mean I just kill you outright.

*lifts BC up by the back of his throat*
Explain the situation to me now baby, or I will squash you like bug!

*draws up a document*

Done, order ceasesing all guard support and transfering cost to room on case of his loss of rank. That or death, only.

*hands document to BC*

There's a account room owns from tithe payments to fund it of he is fired.

I went over its accounts, its plenty for task.

*looks at odd looks round room*
What, I like reading.

.

Acceptable. He still has to answer for his various misdemeanours, even if we ignore his behaviour prior to my arrival-

[Kicks Heavy in the Little Heavies and pulls free] Stay out of this, you unusually slow Ogryn! I'm here to do my job!

*kick does nothing*
*begins squeezing BC's neck*
Do that again and I will rip you limb from limb.

*punches WK in the back of the head*

You are interfering with military protocols. Drop the commisar or suffer annihilation.

*turns around still holding BC*
Who dares stand against me?
*sees 2BJ1*
*hurls BC away*
Doctor!
*medic runs up*
Hit charge!
*is ubercharged and charges into 2BJ1, slamming him into a wall*
I promise you, pain without end!

I don't respond well to threats, you lobotomised giant.
[Pulls out hunting knife and stabs WK in the arm being used to hold him up]

*jump packs over WK as he charged and lands behind him*

Hmm, a reliance on a doctor? I shall change that.

*fires a torrent of bolt rounds into the medic*

*looks at fight*

Not getting involved, settle amongst you selves.
*goes off to read in her tank*

*bolts bounce off of ubercharged medic*
HIDE COWARD!!
*sprays 2BJ! with minigun fire, staggering him*

[Goes flying and lands in a heap on BC] ...You're surprisingly comfortable, even if you do smell like bread.
... ... Get off! [Pulls loose from commissar cuddle]

[Stands up] The medic? [Fires bale eye at the ceiling above the doctor, knocking down a large amount of rubble]

*power armor blocks the hits*

It will take more than you can muster to end a Paladin.

*vertibirds swoop overhead, firing at WK*

And even more to take on the Brotherhood.

*side steps and dodges commisar*

Ouch. That looks painful.
*picks up Benny and puts him safe out of line of fire*

There ya go.

*all attacks and rubble bounce off of the ubercharged medic+me*
*continues firing at 2BJ1*