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**Buttery Commissar**

[Quietly creeps out of ball pit room looking rather stunned, with uniform in complete disarray] [Engineseer steps out looking immaculate]

Well that was certainly something new... What the Hell happened to my door?
[Runs outside to inspect the damage]

[Welding montage] [Bows to Engineseer] You ought escape before you end up spending the rest of your life here, mending stupid things people do to my vehicle.
[Engineseer nods and departs with bag of acquired tech, blowing a kiss from the doorway of the room]

[Turns and walks straight into Daemonette] ... ... You saw that, huh. [Daemonette smiles]

[Is patted on top of head] ..? I'm not sure what's happening but I'm either forgiven, or in all manner of trouble come date night.

**Verviedi**

...

Sometimes I think I was the only Mechanicus official to obey my vows.

But then again, there were a lot of vows. And not being allowed to talk to non-augmented people was a bit absurd.

And then I broke them all at once, and jumped off the slippery slope.

**Buttery Commissar**

You have vows pertaining to ball pit fighting and 'wrestling'? [Perplexed]

And it wasn't entirely either of our faults, very curious lass, she found that port you fitted in my neck... I seemed to have a strange influence.
That and I didn't realise giving exotic tech does pass for flirting...

I'm a sucker for anyone not trying to actively kill me. My standards are woefully low. [Straightens hat and uniform]

**Verviedi**

I had vows pertaining to not eating fething fish.

20,000 years of random gak does some weird things to a religion.

**shasolenzabi**

I will have my elf meat dinner one way or the other!

**CREEEEEEEEED**

I'm back! Ok bye. *leaves*

**thenoobbomb**

Bye! *waves*

**KaptinBadrukk**

*claps hands to announce presence*

Hey guys! Was that CREEEEEED I just saw?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Sits in sunshine and paints mended tank section yellow and blue] [Whistles cheerfully]

The mechanicus sound pretty reasonable compared to the Schola Progenium, but then again pretty much anything does.

**2BlackJack1**

Interesting fellow that.

*shrugs*

I've only got two obligations, and that's to not eat tyranids or chaos. It's a bit hypocritical, since the bugs get any meal they want, and I'm pretty sure a chaos follower doesn't care what it eats.

*sighs*

I suppose Shapers have their reasons. They tend to have those.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks at Blackjack] I'm pretty sure eating my organs broke your second obligation, there. I've ingested a Malal artefact and accidentally mutated last week...

[Continues painting and starts distractedly freehanding a bumble bee]

**Verviedi**

Huh. I should really grab an Inquisitor, Stormtrooper or Commissar if one comes along, and drain their memories. The Schola sounds like a morbidly interesting place.

*Looks at 2BJ1*

You do realize that by now your genome is probably one of the single most diverse and generally OP Kroot genomes around, right?

Also, I'm going to have to EMP you just in case that finger you ate had some nanites left in it.

**KaptinBadrukk**

What's EMP?

**Buttery Commissar**

...If you abuse any more commissars I will personally smack you. It was bad enough that you ruined my vacation at the training camp.

[Moves onto painting a rabbit]

**Verviedi**

You considered that a vacation?
They made you eat people meat, and woke you up with a fire hose!

**Buttery Commissar**

...Consider that my job is to stand in front of a regiment of guardsmen who vehemently dislike my very existence, and then run at other armies until one or the other of us is dead.

Yes, that was a vacation for me. They let me drive the tanks and mend the jeeps.

...Where did you get the idea that there was any cannibalism though? [Confused]

**2BlackJack1**

Both of those are fair points. And if I already broke one rule, what's the point of holding the other?

*goes into refrigerator and pulls out the remains of a genestealer*

I kept this in case it was legalized, but what the heck. Oh, and give me a heads up before you EMP me.

**Selym**

You all need Discipline. At this rate you will head down the path that leads to She Who Thirsts.

*starts polishing a shiny button*

**Verviedi**

...Do you not know what Soylens Viridians is?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Finishes the rabbit and begins painting a happy tree] You want me to ignore my discipline and training, Xenos. You would not enjoy the alternative.
[Leans back and looks at mural] Hm. [Adds a cloud]

**2BlackJack1**

Discipline? People don't hire a Kroot because they are disciplined. They pay for a savage to sneak up behind enemy lines, and make a meal out of them. That gets you hired.

**KaptinBadrukk**

Can I be hired too?

**Buttery Commissar**

Verviedi wrote:
...Do you not know what Soylens Viridians is?

[Puzzled expression] That was what they gave me when I said I was a vegetarian... Why, is it bad for you?

**Verviedi**

BC... I think it may be difficult to say this, but...

SOYLENS VIRIDIANS IS PEOPLE!!!!!!!

**Buttery Commissar**

N-no... That's corpse-starch. Corpse starch is people.
Soylens Veridians is vat-grown vegetation.

[Goes back to painting a cloud]

**KaptinBadrukk**

Nice cloud BC.

**2BlackJack1**

I didn't realize humans could avoid eating meat. The concept... confuses me. I could avoid eating plants, but the other way around.. That's something else.

**Buttery Commissar**

Would you like to paint something on the tank, KB? [Passes a paint brush over]

**KaptinBadrukk**

Sure!

*paints Will Riker*

**Verviedi**

Could I?

*Looks around for some paint*