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*yarl*

Temporal stupidity... I am of the Legion... I am of the times of the Primarch.... I seen a galaxy torn in half by war...

*flexs catapracti armour *
This stuff ain't modern... Its alot better...

Agh... Il agree but you do not contain, skulk about or generaly be meddlers in my or my halls affairs. Your free to drink, eat.. Long as you pay in gold... Not that plastic.... Whatever m jog you use.

We will leave your medderling DOA alone if they leave us alone... Any who do... Thunder wolves are expensive to feed....

*Eyebrow raise*
A temporal anomaly... interesting. And a threat... how much gold would you require?

*Rita finishes her MRE, looks at Athena, and frowns.*
Rita: So, just gonna keep giving people weird looks?
*She sits on the couch.*

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*Jake snuggles Denny, already forgetting the nightmare.*
*Oy snuggles as well.*

*yarl removes a massive fur lined book of vellum *

Hmmm
... So... *thinks for abit and checks a list of figures*

2.5 tons should suffice....

I can draw up a propper document shortly... Well have one brought.
You have any preference to furs... Elk... Bear, wolf or such?

Anomaly... Yes... A oath is a oath to the chapter... 10,000 years don t break a service oath...

*Another eyebrow raise*
...Furs? I have never heard of such a thing. We write on datapads, or paper if we really must go back to the stone age.
*Manages to not react to the amount of gold*

*yarl shrugs as serfs lay out a pair of metre by 2 metre agreements on back of bear skin written in neat pair of panals, one in native ferasian and one in universal gothic with ornate and highly detailed runic and wolf themed illuminations *

Just sign here... *points a line marked by a wolfs jaws in gold-leaf *

And promise to deliver inside 7 moons.
Simple...

*ignores small print In 0.5mm text listing non payment means you will be fed to a kraken while covered in barnaque sauce and roasted anchobie flavoured mayonaise*

Just read em.. And sign em.

*Sayfyin reads over the treaty calmly, making sure to memorize it all*
An interesting treaty. I don't believe I've ever seen the phrase "fed to kraken while covered in barbeque sauce and anchovy-flavored mayonnaise" in a legal document before. The treaty has been recorded by my implant, and we are processing your gold.
*Looks at the clock and signs the document*

*yarl nods*

But ya must take the physical copy for filing...
Read sub section claw fang wolf 3....

"copy must be filed in original signed format for validly to be held against space wolf copy for verification of both copies as required"

Fur lasts so much better than paper...



Thankyou...
Just drop the gold off by loading bay 3 next to brewery.

Yes, that will be done, and I have most certainly read it.
*A white-and-green drone picks up the treaty and carries it through the portal, noteably hovering lower due to the weight*

[Benny stomps back out of the butter tank, having remembered he's angry] [Goes back to trying to stab a DoA agent]
[Yarrick watches with mild amusement]

[Perron considers running away, but instead helps Gharn adjust the wheelchair so it has brakes]

*sits up and sees Yarrick*
Sebastian, I've been meaning to talk to you.

[Sebastian turns head] Apologies, I wasn't aware. [Smiles tiredly] Can I help?

*shakes head*
Help? No, I wanted to check up on you, and see how you were feeling.

[Sebastian rubs his eye] ...In all honesty not well, but I'm getting used to it.
I feel exhausted, almost... less material. [Looks confused] When they tried to take the magic from me, I think they damaged something else. My energy?

[Benny is growling and pacing with his sword pointed at an agent]

*The agent snaps to attention and fires a warning shot over Benny's head*

*sighs quietly*
I haven't heard of draining magic from someone. The closest that I know about would be complete separation from the Fade. I'm sorry Sebastian, but if you can think of something that I can help with, I'll gladly do it.
*snaps her head towards Benny and the agent*
What's this about?

[Doesnt even blink, and in a blur, brings an activated power sword around onto the agent's gun] [Curses in a language entirely unfamiliar, and looks oddly focused]

[Sebastian spins] ..!
They hurt his sentient tank, aimed a gun at his child, and called him irrational. I think he may be angry. It's very hard to tell, as there's no point of reference.
...Benny? [Is ignored]

*Maria looks over *

Oh great...
Ok... Ambassador.... You gonna be diplomatic?

*Maria slides a pistol out and checks before holstering again*

Looks like DOA making friends. *hears ahot*
*Maria eyes glow and forms aura armour and walks over*

Ok... Benny.... Agent... What's going on here...

*Rita looks up when she hears the gunshot.*
Rita: Great.. what now.
*She walks towards Benny and the DoA agent.*
Rita: Everything alright?

*reaches for her sword and takes a step towards the agent*
He has every right to be. That's enough to get you hanged, in a lot of places.

*Horus and Iris wake up. Horus goes to the gym while Iris walks into the kitchen for some breakfast*


*Gharn snaps awake on the couch at the sound of gunfire*
Gharn: What was that!?


*Scatty is snuggled up against Leo, still occasionally playing with her tail*

I was threatened with a deadly weapon. My gun has been destroyed. By all rights, my partner should have shot to kill. Do not defend the aggressor in this case.
*Points to Benny*

~

*Distasteful expression*
...Lovely. I'm sure there was a reason. Anomalies doesn't make mistakes.

*rests her hand on the pommel of her sword*
And what about damaging the tank? Threatening his daughter? There is going to be a reaction to your actions, you can't be surprised by that.

*Maria looks over *

Fine.. Il let you guys handle it... There's ernough guns and swords aimed at folks...

*makes armour fade away and joins marilania and both go to kitchen*

*maria*
Hey iris, good morning.

*marinalia*
Hey. Came to avoid the crazy..
*goes to make coffee*
Want a mug?

The Department has apologized for threatening his daughter, and has offered finanical reimbursement for removing the anomaly from his tank.
*The two agents look increasingly uncertain behind their mirrored visors*

~

*Sayfyin stands up and speaks to the agent*
Drop the gun, Novus. These are not people we want as enemies. If this falls apart, your Department gets the blame, not mine. What will Sciences say when their new research area will shoot them on sight?

*Rita leans against a wall, and watches the agents.*
Rita: I don't know what happened, just came over when I heard the gunshot... just want to make sure everything is alright.

You stole something and offered to pay for it afterwards.
*looks over at Sayfyin*
Thank you.

...I don't want fething financial reimbursement! I want someone to explain to a several tonne tank with the mind of a child, why you cut a piece out of it's interior! In words it can understand.
And apologise to it! Have you any idea how dangerous an upset tank is?

...wait, research? This is not. A. Research. Centre.
This is a home! A safe place!

[Yarrick very slowly walks up behind Benny, and lowers Benny's arms to his sides] Indoor voice, Benny. [Keeps hands on his shoulders] [Stares hard at the DoA]

*Iris smiles but shakes her head*
Iris: No thank you, I've got my own all-natural variant
*Pulls out a bag off coffee beans, makes herself some coffee, then grabs some kale a fruit, fresh from the gardens earlier that morning out of the fridge before settling down to eat*


*Gharn stands, winces in pain and takes a few steps towards the agents*
Gharn: This humani is right. We are not here to be observed or experimented on!

*marinalia *

Ok... But these are not recaf... There from costa 2....
There genune beans.... They just require more grinding as size of a apple....

*pours a coffee for her and maria*

*Maria plates up some chockate pancakes she was making*

Mind if we join for a snack?
Not eaten yet and fit a all nighter at med bay....

...

*space wolves look over and go back to a stack of books there working on drinking ale and doing maths on a large stone framed but very modern data slate*