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**Co'tor Shas**

Just give him the hat, Benny. I'll make sure to disintegrate him if he doesn't give it back. I promise.

**2BlackJack1**

*enters the room again with several unconscious feral Kroot tied to Krootoxes*

I have returned. I managed to, erm, tame some of the less wild ones, but some had to be put down, unfortunately. I'll make sure they're properly secured and sedated until I can find a way to train them.

**Buttery Commissar**

... I'll let you wear mine for a bit. [Holds it out]
[BC hands over hat and takes Yarrick's with wide eyes]

[Looks at Co'tor] You're not selling the Tau to me as a culture. [Puts BC's hat on the corpse and drags it to the gurdsmen waiting at the gallows] Let's get this over with.

[Holds up data slate, and takes Pict of staged lynching] Alright Benny, you're officially dead.
[BC looks panicked and starts sniffling]

Give me strength. [Facepalms and walks off]

**War Kitten**

*walks over to the assembled Guardsmen and begins talking to them in whispers*

**2BlackJack1**

No welcome back? Hmph.

*leads the Krootoxes away, and starts setting up pens for the feral kroot*

**Co'tor Shas**

Well, I'm not your average tau. I abandoned the Tau'va for one thing.

Although I have noted a marked increase in my violent tendencies over the past few weeks.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks over tiredly at WK] What are you silly buggers up to now? Don't make me come over there.

[Sits and fills out paper work] So, Benny is officially dead, and a new commissar has taken up the post of local security. [BC hangs head] That's you. You are the new commissar. [Grits teeth]

**War Kitten**

*looks innocently at BC*
We aren't doing anything sir. Honest!

**2BlackJack1**

*shouts followed by several crunching noises can be heard*

One of the little gaklings bit me! I'm putting that one on extra sedatives, that hurts.

*wraps a cloth around the injured hand before continuing the work on the pens*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Gets up and walks over] It's not that I don't believe you, its just that I don't believe you. What are you actually doing?

[BC wanders up and swaps hats with the corpse] ...You could have just handed it back.

**War Kitten**

*looks pass between the Guardsmen*
We were just trying to decide what to get you for your birthday sir! It's between a new Storm Bolter or a new data pad.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sighs and retrieves hat from corpse] You're being ridiculous. And quite possibly back chatting a senior officer, do you really want me to pursue this? [Bale eye glows slightly brighter]

**War Kitten**

*scratches his head shamefully*
Alright boys, let's get back to the barracks, we got drills to run
*we all jog off*

**2BlackJack1**

*shakes head*

Liars, the lot of them. Gothic may not be my native language, but I can tell a lie when I hear one. Kna'vash'aun'an...

**War Kitten**

*Guardsmen are now running drills outside the barracks*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Nods] I'd say sleep with an eye open, but you're likely more alert than us humans when akip.
Plus I feel they'd be wary to tangle with Kroot.

[Looks up at corpse] Feel free, it's from today. Just return the uniform.

[Pulls BC over to desk] Let's get you reinstated. I don't think you even need a change of name. Nobody pays any attention.

**2BlackJack1**

*nods thanks*

I would hope so, it's been very refreshing to be able to talk to humans who aren't interested in stabbing me in the back after trading with them, or those indoctrinated gue'vesa. Most will not shut their mouths about the Greater Good. Of course, they're off limits, being a part of the Tau Empire.

*grabs the Inquisitor's body while grumbling incoherently*

**War Kitten**

*can be seen at the firing range helping the other Guardsmen*
*shouts over to 2BJ1 and BC*
Test-firing weapons in 5,4,3,2,1... FIRE!
*weapons fire ensues on the range*

**Buttery Commissar**

We didn't pat it down for devices, so just... Be careful. I'd hate for something to trigger and you end up with further difficulty trusting imperials.
I'd also leave the skull well alone. Inquisition have a number of protocols in place to avoid being unwillingly turned into servo skulls. I'd be surprised if that didn't detonate upon removal.

..I can't understand tau, but I do see that they employ similar control techniques to their masses. That is.. Concerning to say the least.

**2BlackJack1**

*drags the body around a corner, and leaves the uniform in a neatly folded pile*

*faint pop noise followed by much swearing, in varying languages*

*comes back several minutes later wiping blood of of his mouth*

I figured I shouldn't give the ferals any of it, in case they get in the mood for seconds, from a fresher source. That skull did give me a surprise though. Fether hurt, too. Can't say you didn't warn me.

**War Kitten**

*approaches 2BJ1*
I'm trying to teach these lads to work together as a team, would you and some of your Kroot be willing to take on some of them in some war games? I'm trying to help get them up to the standards of the Imperial Guard, if not higher.

**2BlackJack1**

Alright, but I would like a demonstration that these weapons you will be using are non lethal. It's not personal, it's just that I would like to ensure that no accidents happen while we do this.

*removes knife and various other weapons from their scabbards and sets them onto a table*

Now, will this be an all out brawl, or objectives?

**War Kitten**

*hands 2BJ1 a lasgun*
This is what they'll be using. It's being set to 'stun' so that a hit with it would just knock someone off their feet instead of causin a wound. Any of my men who actually tries to shoot you you have permission to kill and eat. Consider it an apology, and an incentive to them to not try to kill you.
*thinks*
It would probably be objectives. One team has their objective to accomplish, and the other has to stop them. Simple enough.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Wanders over and inspects the troops' lasguns] Well you won't reach that standard with these. I haven't seen these models used in nearly a century. Here. [Throws keys to nearest trooper] There's a truck over there that our lads use, should have some current issue gear in there.

What are you anticipating will happen, that these troops would need to be so prepared?

**War Kitten**

Isn't it what the Emperor asks of us? That we be prepared for anything sir? I would think you would approve of the men trying to hone their skills

**2BlackJack1**

Sounds like a fair trade. I will let you decide whether you will defend or attack.

*hesitates for a second*

I've got some extra staves my Kroot can use for non lethals. Don't worry, hits to the temple, throat, or other deadly areas are off limits. I don't want to have an unnecessary death on my hands.

**War Kitten**

I think I'll have the lads defend first. I'll get them to their positions and then give you some time to prepare your strike.
*issues some orders to the assembled Guardsmen, who jog off to get ready*
*nods to 2BJ1*
Whenever you are ready you may get your brothers into position.

**Buttery Commissar**

You'll forgive my suspicion of a man who, upon first meeting, threatened to insert my weaponry about my person.
[Gestures to still-assembled gallows] Watch how you step, soldier. I will be.

**2BlackJack1**

*gives a high pitched squawking noise, and the Kroot fan out, and start sneaking their way forwards*

If only I could let them see a Krootox in a fight. No, far too risky for such a game... don't want any gue'la ripped in half...

**War Kitten**

*watches as the Guardsmen assemble at their prepared position, and as the Kroot began making their way towards them*
This will certainly be interesting...