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**ZergSmasher**

*Gets back up after being hit with stun grenade*

"Ow! That would have hurt even more if it had actually gone off."

*Turns to WK, shoots him in both legs with needle spines*

"That's for calling me an overgrown snake, meat sack!"

*Slashes at Yarrick with claws, then throws him into the minefield*

**War Kitten**

*goes to a knee after being hit by the spikes*
*stands up slowly and yanks them out*
I am not done with you yet....
*whistles and several Ogryns appear and grab ZS and begin to crush him*

**ZergSmasher**

*A Zerg Queen flies over and uses its broodling spawn ability on the Ogryns, causing two very small Zerg critters to burst out of each one in an explosion of gore.*

"Good timing, those ogre things STANK!"

*A Mutalisk dives at WK*

"Heads up, meat sack!"

**War Kitten**

*casually dodges and sucker punches the Mutalisk, stunning it*
Feth this I'm going to bed.
*walks off with one of the medics from the hospital and goes to the Guard Barracks*

**Buttery Commissar**

... [Wanders over and looks at ZS] Your mistake seems to be lack of coordinated front. [Points] See how the guardsmen have formed lines and fire together. You're targeting one person at a time, whereas if you-
Look, I'll show you. [Scribbles down a diagram and passes it to ZS]

**ZergSmasher**

*Looks at diagram, then at Yarrick*

"Zerg don't need military discipline, they just want FOOD!"

*Uses tail to whack Yarrick in the nutz, then burrows underground. Other Zerg on the ground burrow away as well, and the Mutalisks in the air disperse, gone for now...*

**Selym**

Bonjour Buttery ! Je suis Napoleon ! Comment avez-vous ?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Blinks] Well, that was rude.

You know what they say, teach a man to fish, and he'll eat for a lifetime.
Apparently, teach a Zerg to fish, and he'll beat you with the net you provided, and call it nonsense.

[Pain reaches brain] ... [Dry-heaves and curls up on floor]

**Selym**

Il nous faut en médecin !

*a medic runs over to Buttery*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Waves medic away quietly]
Merci monsieur, mais je suis pas certain qu'il y est un médicament pour être frappé dans le petit commissaire. Ça ira.

**jhe90**

*pokes head out*
Bugs gone?
Good, *sets defense turrets to passive and tank beeps*
Good tank.
*calls language expert and finds its French. *

Bonjour *to seylm*
(thinks, short, big ego, compensating somehow....)

*sits nearby with tea and breakfast*

**2BlackJack1**

*starts listening to the conversation intently*

Hmm, a secret language of the commisars? Interesting.

**jhe90**

*replies from kitchen*

Its a old earth language from before the time humanity took to the stars. 40-40 thousand years old.

we know little about it.

**Selym**

*gets shot at by some British artillery*

Merde !

**jhe90**

*tea cup rattles on saucer*

So, you seem popular

**War Kitten**

*Basilisks return fire in counter-battery mode*
*notices Selym*
I think he's Mordian...

**Selym**

Je ne suis pas "Moridian" !

Je suis l'empereur de France !

*several hundred french line infantry march up*

Finalement !

**jhe90**

umm I recognise emperor, France, somthing about not being a mordian?

*Looks confused*

This one is odder than normal, does he even understand basic low Gothic?

**Selym**

Non !

*starts inspecting the men*

**2BlackJack1**

Hmm...

*walks over to Selym and offers him a sandwich with unidentifiable meat in it*

**Selym**

Merci, monsieur. J'adore un sandwich.

*takes a bite*

C'est très bien !

**War Kitten**

*starts cooking some soup over an open fire*
Anyone have some carrots?

**2BlackJack1**

*smiles and stifles a laugh at Selym eating the sandwich*

My thanks, gue'la.

*turns towards a group of Kroot*

Fifteen Imperial credits says he'll be puking that up in five minutes.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sighs] You're being unkind to a visitor.

Though I do worry about his intentions, bringing an army here.

**Selym**

C'est parce que je déteste les Britanniques!

*points at a thick red line of British Napoleonic-era troops gathering on a hilltop*

**ZergSmasher**

*Several Zerg Lurkers, unknown to all until now, have been waiting, buried beneath the ground, for this chance. They start skewering troops from the French and British lines one at a time with their spiked tentacles, while remaining safe under the ground.*

"We are everywhere! Mwuhahahaha!"

*Voice seems to be coming from no direction in particular*

**jhe90**

*crushs a tentacle and picks up one of the guns*
, muzzle loading with gun powder, how quaint.

*dodges a tenicle before chopping off with knife*
Did anyone take the cookies off the side of the kitchen?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Side steps a tentacle and wobbles slightly] This is not helping me rest. [Sighs] Think it's time I got out of here and went for a peaceful deployment fighting some Orks.

[BC looks sad]

Hey, you get to start again with a fresh record. Don't look so glum. Besides, nobody here exactly trusts or wants me around.
[Gestures at awkward silence] See? [Laughs] You shoot the place up on arrival, and that's a given.

**jhe90**

*waves yarrick off*

We may have started on a bad foot but your not so bad

*Marla slides by dropping a vox number discreetly In pocket*

Oh Marla, least this ones human and.... (thinks)
*shrugs*

**2BlackJack1**

*feral Kroot start clawing into the ground, trying to dig out the tentacles*

Yarrick, while I don't necessarily hate you, you did bring some changes around here that may not have been awful. Just, next time you try to come in here pistol drawn, make sure it is a killing blow you have lined up.