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*the sound increases in intensity, and a light dust cloud grows*

*starts asigning orders to automated artillery wk fitted to room earlier*

(thanks, he left the cods for me)
What the heck is it?

*message comes in*
Artillary locked and ready marla

*a short man in a poncy hat, riding a horse reveals himself over the hill, followed by dozens of similar men, all on horses*

ALLONS-Y !

*calls over bc*. I need translator, ASAP

*gestures to horseman* I do not speak your language.

We do not mean war but I will not stand by and be invaded.

*walks up to jhe*
Gentlemen. I shall translate
*begins speaking in French to Selym*

*gives him a sharp look*
Did you miss the obvious armour... Sister....

Back to the Frenchman, what does he want?

[Wanders over and looks at the fancy soldiers] [Salutes and nods in a suitably impressed manner]

It's okay, I speak hat.

Beau. Mais pourquoi êtes-vous ici? Nous avons pas de guerre ici...

 War Kitten wrote:
*walks up to jhe*
Gentlemen. I shall translate
*begins speaking in French to Selym*

Parlez vous en Français ? Bien.

*the cavalry rides around harmlessly*

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Wanders over and looks at the fancy soldiers] [Salutes and nods in a suitably impressed manner]

It's okay, I speak hat.

Beau. Mais pourquoi êtes-vous ici? Nous avons pas de guerre ici...

Je m'appelle Napoleon !

Je suis le vainqueur de L'Afrique ! Le monde est à moi !

*flails a sword*

*nods in deference to Jhe*
My lady I was referring to the gentlemen around you.
*gestures to the others*

*glares at WK*

*casually glances back at Selym*
*casually begins calming him down in French*

*to his men*

Tuer l'homme!

*several cavalrymen dismount, and advance on WK, the rest encircle him*

*continues speaking calmly to Selym in French*
*silently readies Dead Ringer and Revolver*

*a British cavalry charge cuts through the frenchmen, with much yelling, stampeding and stabbing*



*is knocked off his horse*

Merde !

*nods to WK*

Apology accepted

*keeps hand near turret controls*

*a British officer steals Napoleon's hat, and the brigade rides off*

*is now significantly less impressive a man*

*is handed a new hat by a surviving frenchman*

*backstabs the British Officer and takes Selym's hat back*
*hands it Selym*

*giggles slightly in tank*

SO what are the French after here?

Food, land, conquest or just come to watch blood bowl?

"Blood Bowl"

*sighs*

Umm a version of football/rugby but combined with gladiatorial games....

Its not pretty but good entertainment, the iron tooth team of orks won last years tournament over the dark eldar of the bloody dagger.

I do have tea though.

*hands Selym his hat before pulling a miniature Cornish game hen out of nowhere*
*begins slicing up the hen*

*drives tank back to where it should be*

Goodnight. And spy, sneaking I may be bad for health. I sleep with a hand flamer and a combat knife...

*locks hatch's and activates perimeter defence mode. *

*looks completely innocent*
*holds up the arming pin for the Repressor's flamers and walks away whistling*
*cloaks and sneaks away*

*spy trips a laser sensor and narrowly dodges a volley of bolter shells*

Urgh. What.... *goes back to sleep* *all hatches locked from inside*

[Sits on sofa and reads quietly] This is probably the most peaceful it's been here in a while.

*wakes up and falls out of bunk*
Feth. I forgot there was a floor there.

[Checks chrono] Gotta go attend my first therapy session. [Looks uncertain] I hope they don't ask me about my parents. That would be a very short line of inquiry.

*has started cooking something over a fire*

Je cuisine du porc. Qui en veut ?

*it smells of pig*

*wakes up and sleepily walks out*

Hello, good morning, bonjour, taps seylm and points to a fully fitted kitchen
Good luck BC *waves*
*hugs wk*
*goes off to kitchen for breakfast *
Ummm, maybe the pan o chocolata today.

[Returns and sits on sofa] ... [Tilts head from side to side slowly and stares at wall] ... [Smiles]