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I wouldn't try that at the moment. It's a minefield of conflicting personality in here, and quite... Volatile. [Smiles again] You'll see in good time, assuming you survive.

[Goes quiet and returns to petting the wolf pup]

...Fluffy puppy.

"Assuming I survive"? I swear to Khaine if you try and kill me I will end your wretched existence. I'm not in the mood for games.

[Chuckles] Wouldn't be me doing anything, witch. Feel free, but it won't stop anything. [Hums quietly]

[Blinks and looks around] ...Why is it suddenly so cold in here, and why do you look so angry, Taldeer?

Ooc: Broke-issar is alternating between channeling quite a lot of repressed imperial creed violence and just being regular oblivious BC. It's not true split personality or possession, just two conflicting parts of his brain having a shoot out.

*twitches with repressed rage*
You wouldn't understand human, you are broken mentally so you won't remember what you just said to me.
*teleports out of the Room in a huff*

[Sighs and rests head on wolf] People seem to mistake strange for stupid at lot in here. I was sat right here whilst everyone else was telling Yarrick how massively idiotic I am.

[Wolf nudges BC] ..! [Wanders into the Fenrisian hall and returns with a tray of meats for it]

[Sits and reads while puppy chomps]

*pokes her head in the window*
I didn't say you were stupid human. I said you were broken mentally. You seem to switch between your regular, bubbly self, and then you go into a weird state.

*Teleports in*

"En Taro Tassadar, friend Farseer. I trust all is well here for now?"

*A cloaked Protoss Observer hovers over and plays back a recording of recent conversations.*

"Sounds like the buttery Terran has been getting into more trouble. He needs help, that one, although he is a decent enough sort."

*Begins meditating while levitating off the ground*

OOC: I wasn't sure where to go with the Hydralisk, so I switched back to the Protoss, complete with a new picture!

Maybe that's because someone killed my original therapist and then yelled at me. [Sighs] Apart from occasionally murdering guardsmen when left alone, I was happy.

And then my new therapist threw me out and said to not come back until tomorrow, so she could stop crying and vomiting.

All I did was answer her questions honestly.

Your definitely off,your runes are conflicted.

I sense red, a knife, fire, hmmmm... Your mind is indeed damaged in some way. And before you say, space marines are hard to kill, or drug.

*sits in corner quietly thinking with a massive tankard lazily stroking a large wolf.
Oh Marla imailed me. Your fist was turning you into a pawn if chaos....

[Sighs] I was making progress on other areas though.
And I have no urges to kill you or any imperial servants. Just guardsmen, Xenos, heretics and myself.

So really, I'm back to a baseline for regular commissars.

*things quietly*

Yes, you are however I believe with right study I can undo most of there damage they did, and tweak a few bits to counter your negetive issues.

I need much study though. And you may gain a extremely impressive beard.

*Has set up several small experiment cubes, one with a large, bright blue Venus Flytrap in it, one with some concrete that dries naturally in hexagonal slabs, and one with a white device designed to fit over a human or Eldar ear*
Science is proceeding as intended, of course. I knew this was a good idea.
...All of it, that is. The thought translator currently only works by translating thoughts to Ork, I'm trying to implement German right now...

*hands a odd carves stone object*

Try this, rune of translation, might work long as you know your basic psi active transfer matrix therum.

*Reshapes some electronics and places the runestone inside the device*
Hmm... I'll connect it up now, then I just need to make it smaller. The earpiece is pretty, but not what I need for my purposes.
Experiment one...
*Beckons BC over*

[Looks wary but heads over] Sure, I guess. Not like you can break anything.

*Places the earpiece on BC and then places a copy on myself*
++Test one... Oh Emperor, I can see your thou-++
*Tears off earpiece*

Why is it bad.... *cues in comms* ok, its bad, but nothing utterly broken.

Looks like machine works

*watches all of this unfolds and chuckles*
*very quietly*
Just as planned....

*space wolf senses kick in*

You said something Faraeer.
*back to bc* so, we can read your mind, its a odd place.

..? [Alarmed] I should stop volunteering to assist with things I don't understand.
[Attempts to concentrate on thinking about normal things like tanks and hats] Is that better?

*looks innocently at jhe*
I said nothing

I tuned out, after the thought involving chains. Seemed private.

You have a odd taste in women
*summons a floating ale* cheers!

Steak?
A 1kg steak floats by. I remembered you like child portions.

*Surprisingly annoyed face*
*Places the "reciever" earpiece on Taldeer's head*
Here, experience it for yourself.

*gently shoves it away*
I'll pass thanks

...That'd be because I don't have any taste in women.
I mean occasionally they present me with the option of gratuitous violence or having fun, and I choose the fun. But honestly I'm happier with other options. Daemonettes, other commissars...
[Flinches] I'm sorry for whatever that just brought up on the device.

[Nods] Steak is good. And whatever the wolf wants, please.

*steak and ale floats to taldeer*

Food, refreshment?
Finest ferrasian kraken steaks.

Thanks
*10kg steak floats by to the space wolf*

Don,y know, well she does seem to have something you enjoy.

[Secretly removes earpiece and places it in the Wolf puppy's ear] [Quietly eats meal]

I seem to have the opposite problem. Nobody has any taste in me. I must say that's quite useful, however. Improves my productivity quite a bit.
*Takes back the reciever and places it back behind my ear*
...These are adorable thoughts.

It's the puppy.

*tears off a large chunk of steak for fluffy*
*wolf enjoys it*

Good fluffy.

Rumour says you have a rather popular I date profile though.

I guarantee that if you pet me and give me food, the thoughts are indistinguishable.