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[still standing on Zergling's head]

*Stares in horror*

Holy gak...Your a fething pincushion...

*Slowly begins removing one spike after the other*

Sorry if this hurts...

I had other things on my mind. [Doesn't react to the spikes being removed except for an eye twitch]
At least the Eldar do not employ explosive rounds... Though from past experience, they do like their toxins. Anything to prolong the end I assume.

[BC tiptoes over and looks up at the Zerg] [Offers it a plate of scones and backs away]

*Pulls out last shard and quickly bandages bleeding back*

Better. Now, wake up and talk to me. What have you been doing the past I dont know years?

[Rolls over to look at Vanden] Do I get points if I say missing you?

I tried to follow the letter that the sister gave me, but when I left this place, I couldn't find any trace of what it mentioned... It hasn't happened yet in my timeline. I had nothing to return here for, so I went back to the only thing I knew how to do.

I fought a war for an idiot, and we won with the help of the Imperium's forces... An Ork took my arm, so I took his. It became a point of imperium morale and propaganda.

Most recently I was captured and tortured by Thraka, aboard his own ship. He released me due to my inability to give up and and die.

I miss when things were simpler.

*looks at plate of scones*

*eats scones and plate*

*licks bc*

OOC i am not a zerg.

Yes you get bonus points. And I think your couple years have been a bit more productive than my own...So you finally beat me at something.

*Leans in and kisses BC*

I'm getting used to One-armed you faster than I expected.

Yes! Everything is functional!
*Scar vanishes as I bury my head in my hands in relief*
Time is self-repairing...

[Surprised] [Returns kiss and smiles]
I hear they're making some real progress in... prosthetics... these days. I haven't had a reason to look into it before.

I'm going to have to sleep, I'm afraid. That was more blood than I counted on losing today. [Winks and lies back] Good to be fighting something without politics for once, though. Just a good cause. [Drifts off]

[turns and waves a figure into the Room]
If you please Doctor.
[Medic raises medi-gun and trains it on BC, and his arm begins to re-grow....]


OOC: Cuz feth logic

OOC Rip already fethed timeline

OOC: I'd like to imagine we're in an alternate timeline/universe. Which is why this Room can exist

[Wakes up in considerable pain and throws a book at the medic] Stop! [Grips head] The links and cabling inside me are causing absolute agony.
[Passes out]

[BC's arm is now fully regrown, and the wires and cabling that led to the bionic disappear entirely]
[nods in satisfaction]
Excellent

Ok then...Ummm...I have a feeling we should've asked the Commissar if he wanted to be a real boy before we transformed him into one...

[shrugs]
He'll be fine now. I probably shouldn't mention the other benefits the good Doctor's machine will have on him though.

And they might be? If they disable him in any way I'll have to have your head.


*Readjusts BC so he sleeps peacefully*

[shrugs again]
You may try. They will just merely prolong his life by several decades, if not a few centuries. It reverses the deterioration of cells as well as restores them.


OOC: Making this up as I go along...

Hmmm...Does he age?

*Glances towards the medi-gun*

Very, very slowly. But yes

Alright, can you use it on all of the people in this room? I wouldn't want anybody to die of old age...

*Contemplates asking others in room if its ok to do that*

*Ushers away the thought*

Yep, do it.

[turns to the Medic]
If you please Doctor.
[Medics nods and begins medi-gunning everyone else in the Room]

OOC do I count as a person?

OOC: Only on days ending in Y

OOC Rip Z15's hopes and dreams

*Finally arrives back at the Room*

"Sorry I'm late, we had to help fend off a Tyranid invasion on an Imperial world. Those Tyranids are just like Zerg, except they don't have Raynor's mutated girlfriend leadin' 'em."

*Medical beam passes over*

"Wow, I feel good. I feel kind of invincible, you know what I mean?"

OOC: Anyone know the reference?

OOC I feel as if i've heard it...I just cant pinpoint what its from...

NOPE.
*Dives out of the medigun beam and mashes the button on my bracelet, causing me to teleport to a safe distance*

[Wakes up slowly] ...?

What have you done? [Looks in horror at newly replaced arm]

[Grabs the doctor to eye height] You fething imbecile, you think I was incapable of just getting my own arm reattached? I didn't pick the powerklaw through lack of other options!

That thing was a figurehead for our fight against the green tide. A deviant middle finger to the Orks!

[Realises bale eye is hanging off shirt collar] You regrew my fething eye?!

*Teleports back in with a blue flash, massive "crack!" and pressure wave*
Do not turn that beam on me. It will likely either give me horrible defects due to this deaging serum I'm using, or straight up kill me.