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*Marla pokes head round hatch*
Ork mart has a 150 cell crate on 70% off right now.
*sends links to everyone plus a cute video of a puppy and a serris of adverts for various wines and dog foods*

Just the delivery charges to pay on top. Oh wait, value Las cells.... Nope, they have bad reviews

*ducks back in and closes hatch*

*continues uploading more cat videos*

[Starts digging a hole]

*gets up from the computer*
*walks over to BC and helps him with the hole*

[Climbs out of hole, hits WK into the hole with shovel around the back of the head] [Fills in hole whilst whistling]

[Wanders around a bit and goes to sleep on sofa]

Did you just murder him in the Ecclesiarchal fashion? I would normally let that slide, but he was a valuable test subject.

*climbs out of the hole*
*mutters in irritation and walks over to where BC is sleeping*
*smacks BC in the back of the head with a stun baton before walking away*

..? [Blinks] Whzzt?

[Sits up cradling head] What the Hell?

*staggers a little*
*collapses to the floor bleeding from one ear*
Fethin' Commissars...

*Plugs the modified lasgun into a wall socket*
*Fires it to calm everyone down, causing an enormous beam of white energy to spear through the ceiling with the intensity of a continuous lascannon beam*
Oh, feth. This thing is getting hot. Could you please unplug it? Otherwise, I'm afraid that the Electrical Inquisition is going to have some questions regarding the massive power consumption of this room.
And my hand is starting to blister.
*Beam continues firing into the sky*

What happened to him? [Looks confused and shambles over]
[Puts WK in the recovery position and voxes for a medic] You okay in there?

*mutters something incoherently*
*continues bleeding from one ear*

..! [Races over and unplugs the lasgun] You're worse than Co'tor!

[Kneels back down with WK and checks his eyes] Have you hit your head recently? [Concerned]
[Medics arrive and start strapping WK into a neck brace and rolling stretcher, to take him to the med tent]

*To BC*

"Sorry about Brutus, I'm not sure what his problem is, but you and your tank won't have to worry about him for now, he's still healing from the plasma burns."

*Incoherent, but loud, roaring is heard*

"Oh shut up you big baby, just put some ice on it!"

*More roaring and animalistic sounds, but less loudly*

"How can you be in love with a tank?"

*Pauses and considers*

"Maybe we don't want the answer to that question..."

*Marla steps out tank and stretchs*
Oh, normal war zone. *applies anti burn ointment to v hands and then goes to make breakfast*

Can you go one night without hurting yourselves?

[Looks at Marla] WK seems to have hurt his head, that's a little worrying. [Looks nervously at ceiling and takes a pill from bottle inside jacket]

Someone hit me in the head as well, there's a lot of it about.

[Looks at chrono on wrist] Better go to my therapy session. Today we're talking about influences. [Looks tired] [Strolls out]

Guard medics.... Hmmm I do not fully trust them.

Knock on mine or Maria hatch if you feel off, dizzy or ill. Might be more serious.

*goes off to oversee guard medics and check medical charts. *

[Strolls back in, whistling] [Wanders across, pours gasoline on one end, and sets fire to the med tent]

[Walks off and curls up asleep on an armchair] [Twitches occasionally]

*Marla, WK and medics stumble out the tent. *

What the feth is going on here. someone just tried to burn us alive in there, *looks round room, unless we have a fething stelph suit in here.... its one of you,

*still muttering incoherently from on top of the stretcher*
*goes unconscious*

*Slightly less unfazed at seeing BC light the medical tent on fire*
What the feth was that for!?

*Marla on hearing v* back in abit medics

*places bolt pistol barrel on forehead*
Now why did you do that. And I wants a answers. Now.

*spasms once on the stretcher before passing out again*

What are you talking about? I haven't set anything on fire in nearly 20 minutes!

I'm pointing it at bc....

He was the one you ment?

*wakes up and starts coughing up blood before passing out again*

*notices*
Oh feth. *hand cuffs bc to a heavy chunk of metal*
Stay.

*starts checking over wk and treating wounds *

[Mumbles] Not tonight dear, I've got a headache...
[Rolls over and goes back to sleep]

*ignores bc, and laughs*

*Continues to fix wk*
Your not during on me....

[Wakes up slowly] [Sniffs] What smells like petrol?
[Starts standing up and notices handcuffs] Oh please. [Rolls eyes and slides hand out] One of the reasons I'm even called buttery.

[Wanders over to look at WK] [Checks his pupils again] Looks like a concussion and cranial bleed to me. What happened?