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I thought you wanted a more normal girlfriend?
She is well, your envy of alot of men in the Impirium.

I wasn't complaining about her. I just don't like formal events.
*adjusts collar of uniform then walks out the door*

*waves wk good luck and continues carving s new bench, *
Your date is a sister of battle, trust me you will not be treated badly.

So, wolf, wolf, and more wolves ....

*calls Jhe on the vox*
Just wanted to give you a heads up that the health and safety committee is planning on inspecting your hall tomorrow. It's supposed to be a surprise visit, but I felt like it would be dishonorable to not let you know ahead of time. Do what you need to do to get a passing grade.

*Ferasian hall goes onto overdrive for a few hours and sounds of very busy staff running all over I hered outside. *

Move that, yes that, put the ale casks in the vault, that's stuff... Don,t even ask... Your get the kitchen cleaned, I want it so clean nurgle finds it his own personal hell. Tell legal to get all the forms on kraken pits ready. Legal long as we have all of them.

Sorry. We won,r be serving till breakfast tomorrow. Big clean up and adjustment of the place.

*Begins turning the hallway WK is walking down into a testing track*
Oh, desire makes an excellent variable to test. Let's see how he does, shall we? Please remember that all testing information must remain confidential.
*TV screen shows WK moving through the track*

*is talking to various officials at the formal event*
*looks up*
Why the feth is that camera following me?

*remarks to v*
His girlfriend is a sister of battle best known for burning there enemies alive zealously without mercy.

She might not like you hurting him...

Eh, deez humies ain't very excitin' like. I see some wagons there ta loot, just outside o' dis place.

*Lumbers outside, fairly unawares of the possible dangers of the snow. Gets dangerously close to the Land Raider and Chimera before making a beeline to a much Orkier looking Taurox*

*calls Kiln on the vox*
I wouldn't touch that if I were you. I'd hate to have to blow it up with your stupid butt inside it.
*Tauroxes weapons swivel to point at Kiln*

*Runs over and stands in front of the Taurox along with several Zealots, shields up and energy blades activated.*

"This vehicle belongs to the Terrans, Ork. If you want it, you'll have a fight with the Protoss first!"

*Begins manifesting a psionic storm. Lightning begins crackling from fingertips.*

*walks back tot the Room*
*passes by ZS*
*nods to him in passing*
*enters the Room*
Well. Going to a formal event with a Sister is certainly interesting. She only set 3 people on fire, that's probably a record.

Oi, just tryna 'ave a bit of fun. Ain't nothin' shooty 'appening. Ain't nothin' choppy 'appening. Might as well go lootin', if I don' say so meself.

...Alroight, guv, not dis one 'ere. Gotta loot me a betta one.

*Surveys the area for vehicles not under WKs jurisdiction. By the time something suitable is found, approx. 2 inches of snow has accumulated on head*

Oi, lookee dat beaut! Dat's a fine fing to loot, if I don' say so meself.

*Scrambles over to a Carnifex, leashed to a wooden fence post with ordinary rope*

It ain't dat shooty, but by Mork, or maybe Gork, we'll 'ave dis fing fixed up in no time! *Calls for Meks with looted vox*

*exits the Room once more clad in carapace armor and sees Kiln trying to loot the Carnifex*
What the ever-loving feth is going on here? Are you really trying to loot a Carnifex?
*shakes his head*
By the Emperor..... and I thought I was the crazy one for dating a Sister of Battle

Dat's roight, ya puny humies don' 'ave da gutz to loot and ride da livin' trukks and wagons!

*Meks who arrived minutes before clear away scaffolding set up around the Carnifex. The creature is now adorned with a large, scrap metal howdah, big shootas along its front shoulder joints, and a rack for a grot rokkit*

'Ere we go, 'ere we go, 'ere we go! I'm finkin' of namin' dis fella... Charlie. Charlie's just da type of friend da Klan needs, seein' as we ain't got no Squiggoths around... Alroight, git goin', Charlie!

*Charlie, fairly apathetic to the situation, makes a small but nonaggressive growl and lumbers off in the direction of a nearby Ork camp*

As long as the be'gel doesn't try and go for my warsphere or knarlocs, then we shouldn't have any problems.

*turns to 2BJ1*
Before I forget, I was asked to give this to you by some Kroot who was attending the event. I don't know who he was, but he seemed fairly old.
*hands 2BJ1 a small package*

*takes the package*

I have my suspicions, but I cannot be sure.

*tears the box open and peers at its contents*

So, he managed to get out after all. I wonder how he pulled that off...

He also said to call your mates at some point, apparently some of your Krootlings have started teething.

*sighs*

He didn't give any names, did he? I'm joking, don't worry. I am curious to find out how he got wind of my whereabouts, seeing as how he hasn't been easy to find himself.

*hands 2BJ1 an envelope*
He had pictures too. As for how he found you, I think it's because he saw your War Sphere come down near here.

Well, I suppose it's time to run through my systems again.
Done. What did I miss?

[Yawns and uncurls] [Gently pets the wolves, and brings them some thank-you breakfast]

[Looks at WK] Rowr. That's a very good look on you. It'd look even better upside down and chained to my ceiling. [Tail moves independently and nudges WK's dress cap]

... [Wanders over to table and sits down] It's not the same.

Ferasian hall now reopens in compliance to various regulations and with a kitchen so clean its blinded several staff for several hours

So, what did i miss, ?

*holds ale and watchs staff polish the last woodern tables to a shine, *

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Yawns and uncurls] [Gently pets the wolves, and brings them some thank-you breakfast]

[Looks at WK] Rowr. That's a very good look on you. It'd look even better upside down and chained to my ceiling. [Tail moves independently and nudges WK's dress cap]

... [Wanders over to table and sits down] It's not the same.

*shifts uncomfortably*
Benny will be back soon I'm sure. Just a little bit longer

His terror-face is just not like anyone else's terror-face. [Sighs] That and he's part squeak-toy. Surprise him, or hit the right angle, and he makes a noise like a clown shoe.
I've never figured that out.

[Looks up] I should probably move. You don't want any daemons messing it up, and getting this place shut down for health and safety reasons. [Walks out of hall and sits in a beanbag chair in the main room]

*hands BC another package*
This was left for you at the event, Benny sent it ahead since he probably would get shot if he walked into the event itself.

[Confused] Why would he get shot? He's not that untidy.
[Nods thanks] [Sits in beanbag and peers inside package] ...He is a very odd man.

It's more because he just screams heretic to most Imperial officials who don't know him

It's the high heels and slaanesh cuff links, isn't it? I keep telling him that they're not unisex... [Pulls out a large matroyoska doll painted like an ultramarine] [Pops it open layer by layer to reveal a space wolf, a guardsman, a commissar, an engineer, a sister of battle, and the centre is a tiny Emperor]
I think he should have gone. After Yarrick faked his death, it could have caused quite a stir. Nothing like a good shock to the heart to open up positions on the upper ladder.