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*slowly heads down to where the assassins were tracked, all of them eating the lunch provided.*

*quickly changes in to a red and black dress with a fur coat*
(Marla)
Ready, lets go, tell varden she,s welcome, we are booked on table 12, and melonie, they serve food too.

Lets get drunk!

You'll get drunk but I probably won't.

Also what are the portions for their food?

OOC Its Leonie not Melonie

Oh... Kids steak, best choice. Half kilo with a large flaggen of ale and free battle axe, sword or spear....

Ooc
No worries.

Whats, The biggest?

*Rubs hands together menacingly*

*35 kilo sharing feast with a half barrel of ale and 25kg of sides....

THAT ONE!

*Starts drooling*

THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT!

*Wipes mouth*

[Staggers over on a crutch] ...anyone found my hat?
[Sees admech commotion in garage] [Winces at damaged Fortress] ...Please just restore her to how she was, don't "upgrade" anything. I'm a simple commissar, and that tank is a well known symbol of the Imperium...

[Medic attempts to chase Yarrick back to bed] Not now, I need to see the CCTV for the garage, and the security log. [Heads to office]

[Emerges after about half an hour] [Hands dataslate to an aide] ...have those two guards shot. Get Benny on it if he's not too busy being a housewife.

Lets go them, both hungry and i want a drink!
(Marla)
Walks off to ferasian hall.

(ad mech)
*getting excited binary static and words like flare sehilds, auxialy drives and coaxial volkite qeaponry*

*Follows Marla*

TIME TO GET SOME GRUB!

WOOOOOO!

[Follows the rest of the group to the ale hall] [Orders some cold drinks and dessert, and sits down]

[Benny arrives looking very unhappy and spattered with blood on one sleeve] [Nods to Yarrick and tosses Dogtags over]

...Good lad. [Slides him a tray of ice cream]

*large round of cocktails, ales and various drinks arrives*
(Marla) its all on my tab so drink up.

*raises glass, * cheers! And a happy birthday to yarrick.

*marlas dad sends Pla a full plan and mapping data of the target location to his data slate set up in the aircraft *

CHEERS!

*Starts consuming rapidly*

*Stops eating to speak*

This stuff is great.

*Resumes consumption of food*

[Benny eats ice cream and sniffles sadly]

[Stares at him] For feth's sake, you're a grown commissar. Summary execution is part of your duty! Now stop crying, and eat your ice cream.

[Looks at tags] Ah. These are two of the scions that came in with Hunter..? He's probably going to be mad at that.

Forget about hunter for one night yarrick (Marla)

Enjoy, drink, he,s off several hundred miles away tracking the bombers. One for another day...

*enjoying cocktails and a Childs meal* (Marla)

*calls up Yarrick*

I just got a message from one of my scions... Did benny shoot one of my men in the leg?

[Sighs and Voxes back] He was supposed to be executing two guards for deserting their posts. What he actually did, I have less than a full idea.
[Looks at Benny] What he's doing now, is crying and eating ice cream.

...That he doesn't deserve. [Reaches over to take bowl back from Benny]
[Is hit by a spoon to the head] Motherfethingbicyclewhoredog. [Grips head and winces]

Can you not shoot my men? They're not Imperial Guard, they're tempestus. Which means we can't just execute them.

[Gives up trying to retrieve the ice cream] [Returns vox] I'll shoot anyone who wanders out of a secured area and leaves their post, resulting in significant damage to personnel and equipment.
You're lucky it was Benny, and not Marla's father who found them first. Otherwise you'd be returning to two Tempestus Servitors for their hand in wrecking a holy machine.

If you need gue'la taken care of, I'll do it. And I believe we have a common knowledge on what the payment for this dirty work would be.

[Tosses tags to blackjack] These two nearly cost me my tank, my partner, and my life by their wilful negligence.
Just make it clean, and take this soft hearted lump with you. [Points at Benny] He might remember how to do his job.

Oh yeah, if dad caught them they would be probably be garbage sifters by now... And fully conscious whilst the trappen in there minds as they toiled for decades trapped in there own heads...if he felt in a bad mood.

(Marla)
* clicks and more drinks arrive*
Hey keep up. I'm already on 3 and most of you are on one! *laughs * its a celebration not a funeral.
Sure you don,t want them temporus servitors? He could make them into bulters for you?

*catches the tags and pockets them*
*grabs Benny's arm*

Come on, commisar. There is work to be done.

*leads Benny towards the two waiting soldiers*

[Laughs] I'm not that vindictive. Nor could I weather the whining from Hunter.
[Sips drink] I'm serious about not altering the Baneblade. I laid waste to a planet to rescue that thing. I am quite fond of it.

*walks out of the barracks*
What a great birthday...

Well I'm not a heavy drinker, mainly because I get nothing out of it.

*Shrugs*

But hey, what the feth.

*Downs 6 cocktails*

These are actually really good.

Il tell them ok. Oddly ernough I do know binary. (Marla)
The upgrades where in fact systems on the old stc. So ots not like there changing only adding what was never pur on later models due to time and cost. Only making it as it could of been.

Only Mars can make those systems now.
*raises glass* being Martian is a odd education...
Meanwhile I also learned, you and varden. My family is paying for a couples vacation, you deserve it.

*voxs wk*
At ferasian hall for a few. Come on and we can have a good evening. I'm all dressed up and not many places. To go.
*sends a vox pic of her in red and black dress teamed with a fur coat and a brightly coloured cocktail*

Aye, come along, there are many things to celebrate today.

[Benny reluctantly follows Blackjack and watches the execution]

*voxs to wk (Marla) * please . No lords, just ales, good food and good company. Ya know, how you said you liked on holiday.

*drinking* well I tried, I'm sure he,l come and its about time we all gad something to celebrate. Last big one was the wedding?

*two muffled gunshots*
*steps out of the execution room with Benny, who sniffles and looks down at his feet*

Cheer up, Benny. The job is done, and Yarrick doesn't have to worry about them getting him killed. And those two can't be turned into servitors, there has to be some peace in that, for you.