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**2BlackJack1**

*vertibird lands and the paladin climbs on*

I've received new orders now that the Institute has been contained. Without giving away too much information to the civilians here, it's involving possible mutant uprisings. My thanks, Yarrick, for letting us use your eye for study. I only hope our recreation attempts are as good as the original relic.

Ad Victoriam!

*vertibird takes off, flying Northwards*

**War Kitten**

His consciousness was briefly implanted into a toaster yes. He was never quite the same after that.

**Co'tor Shas**

I regret to say, yes, he was literally a toaster.

**Verviedi**

...Yes, I put his conciousness into a toaster.

**2BlackJack1**

*warsphere crashes into the ground, and several Kroot come out*

My apologies for my abrupt leaving, and even more abrupt entrance, but I had matters to attend to on Pech.

*sees Yarrick*

You're still here? I thought you'd have been killed by now, or gave up on chaging anything and left.

**Buttery Commissar**

... Was that before or after the obsession with bread?
[Shakes head] Never mind.

[Swigs drink] Alright, he can stay. On the condition that he gets some psychiatric help. [Holds up hand] From a real medic, not one of you.
And if he isn't improved by my next assessment, you will not find me so lenient.

Also cut off his net privileges, someone has been trying to mail me Spicy.Commissar.XXX.avi from inside his tank for the past hour.

**2BlackJack1**

[Mutters under breath]

And you'll be approved for the next contestant for the business end of the knife Co'tor gave me.

**War Kitten**

*nods at 2BJ1*
Kroot, I haven't seen you since our duel. How was your hunt?

**2BlackJack1**

Let's see. On my way to and from Pech I ran into a space hulk filled with orks, but the exciting part was on Pech, we underwent a Hunt of Cleansing. We go into the deepest forests of Pech to rid them of dead evolutionary lines of Kroot, who are more monster than anything else.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks at Blackjack over shoulder] I've been trying to find an amiable solution since I arrived.
I mean after I shot him. My duty pretty much ended there. I promised his family that I'd try.

[Swigs drink] ... Would you believe I was the more lenient of the two choices to inspect this place?

**Co'tor Shas**

I'm not sure I want to know who the other choice was.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Leans head on one hand] Chenkov. Makes the rest of us look sane.

**War Kitten**

Chenkov? I think I beat him up once for trying to execute one of my Brothers. I never liked that man.

**Buttery Commissar**

Unless he was doing it by suffocating him with corpses, it may have been someone else.
If he were here, we'd all be dead, and the doors would be jammed by dead guardsmen.
Tried to kill me, once. Said I was giving the Orks too easy a time of it.

**2BlackJack1**

*smiles at the thought*

A mobile buffet, I think I found an Imperial I can get along with. Anyway, his tactics can't be good against tyranids, can they? It sounds like he's just giving them enough food to drown out his own sea of bodies.

**War Kitten**

You wouldn't like him. Trust me. He'd shoot you just for the fun of it and because you're a xeno. And he's actually won every battle he's been in against the Tyrannids. Never underestimate the number of bodies that man can throw at a threat.

**Buttery Commissar**

Depends on mood. He would quite likely hire the kroot and then use them as the first wave of bodies in a futile assault against an impenetrable defense, before sending in what he would deem marginally more valuable guardsmen. And when the bodies were stacked high enough, climb over the top with the remaining forces.

I think that even you would find the disregard for life on such a scale distasteful, Kroot. There's no honor in his combat. [Sips drink] He doesn't just kill troopers, either.

**ZergSmasher**

"Where I come from, the Terrans did not defeat the Zerg menace by throwing bodies at them. They defeated them with good strategy and a good deal of help from us Protoss. They, at least the ones led by Jim Raynor, were not too good to accept help from non-Terrans. The Terrans of this universe would do well to learn from that example."

*Walks to a waiting Protoss shuttle and flies away*

**jhe90**

Oh that one. Yes we once watched him build a bridge of dead guardsman to cross a moat so the guard could cross to attack.

We suggested engineers but no, he did it with guardsmen. Even the death korps thought it was wasteful.

I've seen orks use better ways to cross a moat.

**2BlackJack1**

Hmm, I'm surprised that no one has killed this man for this. Surely someone out there has the will and manpower to at least attempt it? That would be a cause I'd work on a discount for.

**Buttery Commissar**

... it really speaks of our administration system that he's seen as methodical and efficient. [Sighs]

[Finishes bottle] I don't see your concern about this stuff. [Lifts glass] ... [Notices circle where glass has been sat has stripped the varnish] Oh. Fair.

[Stands up, and walks to sofa] [Passes out in a coordinated manner]

**War Kitten**

*shakes his head*
Told you...

**Buttery Commissar**

[BC gives up trying to cuddle the drone by tempting it down with a box of paper clips, curls up next to Yarrick, and puts a tank blanket over both of them]

[Opens eye] [Shrugs and goes back to sleep]

**jhe90**

Better make things right.

*picks up sleeping benny, puts in tank with a tank blanket, glass of water on side and a cookie*
*tank beeps in approving manner*

*takes yarrick to suitably stern bed room with aqulla bedding, glass of water, pain killers and a vox number for nearest intersystem transport hub.*

Job done.
*lies on sofa with book and cup of tea*
Everyone where they should be.
*shoots head off ork peeking in window*

That's better..

**2BlackJack1**

I have half a mind to leave him to his hangover, but then again, a Lord Commisar actually having good memories of a xenos might not be bad.

*sighs and produces a black liquid in a vial*

I ran out of the old batch, so I made do with a new recipe. It shouldn't taste good, but it's bound to be better than the gak he drank.

*puts the vial next to the painkillers*

**War Kitten**

*Space Marine exits the Room*
*Drop Ship crashes through the ceiling and I exit it*
Note to self: Don't have the Ratling fly the Drop Ship next time

**2BlackJack1**

Well gue'la, will you ever cease to destroy something on entry?

**jhe90**

*looks at b2j*
Id rather he leave not shooting at people thankyou, be careful please.

I already left pain killers and water as a kind gesture.

Lets get him out of here soon as we can plus, no kill. The impirium is pretty useless at something's but will not forget about his death.
*goes back to book*

**War Kitten**

2BlackJack1 wrote:
Well gue'la, will you ever cease to destroy something on entry?

I didn't destroy anything my friend. The Ratling flying the ship did. And now he's dead

**2BlackJack1**

What? I wasn't going to kill him. That was to help with a hangover. If I wanted him dead, I could stick a knife in him right now.