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Huh. [Gives strange expression] [Wanders over to Pla] [Steps behind him, picks him up by waist, and rocks him gently] There-there grumpyssar. It'll be fine.

[Puts him down and manages to keep a straight face apart from one eyebrow]

*Coughs*

Of course, I don't care about Yarrick. I don't care about Marla. I don't care about the Guardsman. No, no, of course I don't.

Time does flow differently here I do admit, my crono for example, multiple time lines converging and such.

Warp based gak ain't my expertise but I know ernough to say that ain't normal. Hunter, you think this is hell? Try a terran underhive...

*laughs*
Marla said you two where a item, *here* she ment to give you this before she left. Weekend away at a high end spa for two all inclusive. Al paid.. Her gift for you helping her.

*...squints but lets Yarrick do what he's doing then sits back down*

...I swear to the emperor I'm going to replace your arm with a balloon animal one day.

*looks back at Vanden*

Are we -really- going to have this talk again? Without people to save you from you saying more mindless drivel you're just going to go back bawling to your room after trying to lash out and assault me about how the

*puts on his best amelia impression and rubs his hands under his eyes in fists, putting a fake frown on*

'big bad mean commissar said mean words to me, boo hoo hoo.'

*Punches pla squarely in the face with bionic arm*

*steps between the two*

Now ya all. Back down. He,s a grumpy one, you both have points, lets keep it calm ya hear..
Blades and side arms in the holsters...

Oh feth. Really?
[Pulls Amelia and Pla apart and stands between them]

*sighs and picks up both Vanden and Hunter by the scruffs of their necks*
If you two don't cut it out I'm putting you in separate corners. If you're going to act like children then I'm going to treat you like children

*Growls*

This mother fether is going to fething DIE!

*Punches WK in chest and jumps onto pla*

OOC Mind you, I'm in armour, so I can do just that.

*fell over his chair and slowly stands up, feeling his cheek and having his hand covered in blood from a huge gash in his oposite cheek*

...

*takes out his chainsword and revs it loudly*

FuckingbitchI'mgoingtofuckingendyouIswearonmylifeanddutyasacommissaryou'refuckingdeaddeaddeadIamgoingtoabsoloutelyfuckingmurderyou.

*begins quickly walking towards Amelia but stopped when Mike stepped in*

*stand between firmly. *

Stand down both of you now...
Lets deal with this like both trained and displined officers and respected Spartan corps...

Weapons down.

*Looks at Mike*

Lucky for me, this is how we deal with things.

*Sweeps pla's legs and jumps on him*

*reached his chainsword around Mike and pointed it at Amelia*

I saved your fething life, I was the first one to try and help you when you fething got your arm blown off, I'm the one that put that fething Aquila on your armors shoulder, and all you do is spite me!

*picks up both Hunter and Vanden by the scruffs of their necks again and squeezes just hard enough so that it hurts*
ENOUGH! IF YOU TWO DON'T CUT IT OUT I'LL JUST SHOOT YOU BOTH AND SAVE US ALL A HEADACHE!

*gets back up quickly*

Right... This is pointless you two...

Killing each other only ends up nowhere.
Lets sit down without the fething sword and deal with it like humans not fething orks.

Oh yea, why was I in there in the first place? Your fething non-stop abuse finally got to me.

*Hanging by scruff of neck*

Gah... I should of let you die. You don't even deserve life you space-marine knockoff.

Then go ahead and take it.

*Twists out of WK's grip*

STAY OUT OF IT! WE FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!

*Draws Knife and goes into a battle stance*

*looks to side and sees blood from when pla reached round*
*staggers and falls to knees*

Oh... Damn you feth.... You fethed it...
*faints*

*draws his bolt pistol and aims it at Amelia*

I'll give you one last chance.

*wiggles out of WKs grip and turns off his bolt pistols safety*

I have no qualms with ending you, you started this but I am going to finish it.

*punches both Vanden and Hunter in the back of the head, trying to knock them unconscious*
NO, I'M ENDING IT!

I am not afraid of you. Nor am I afraid of death.

*Dodges WK's fist*

*Throws knife underhanded at pla and jumps him whilst it's still in air*

*collapse from sword wound to aide*

*weakly* some help.... Medic...

*wore a reflector field which simply deflected the knife, Corporal quickly raised his pistol and paused when she went to help Mike*

...

*Stops fighting pla and rushes over to Mike*

Oh bugger, that dill weed got you good didn't he?

*Applies basic bandages and stuff to jhe's wound*

Umm...Over and under or around then over?

*Gets shot three times*

*Bites tongue and continues trying to work on jhe*

*weakly*
Whatever... Stops...bleeding...
Family be pissed....

*Coughs and laughs at the same time*

Naw, they'll be fine...They'll never know you got cut...

*Gets up and walks over to WK*

What do we do?

*mikes vox rings dad, emergency line*