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 thenoobbomb wrote:
This isn't fiction! THIS IS BATTLEFIELD!

Naomi to Voyager! Get me out of here! One to beam up! Get out of this system!

*voyager goes back to the Alpha quadrant.*

*screams at the skies in anger, forgetting he's got a Stinger with him*

[Wakes up] ... ...

[Violently unsettled]Why is everything blurry? What the Hell-

[Sees hand] ...

[Passes out again]

Man down over here! *throws medkit and readies defibrillator*

Get out!
*Sets sentry turret in front of TNB's spawn point*

Respawning is unrealistic!

Now...

*Works quickly to get the shrapnel out of BC's organs*

*Grafts augmetic liver in place of ruined biological one*

*Heat-bonds chest back together*

*Surgical-skull sews lacerations back together*

*Looks at face*

Oh... Your eye...

...that's not how you heal someone!

*Offers a gas mask to thenoobbomb* ''This trooper believes that you are under dressed, unfortunately, this trooper does not have a spare hellgun''

*takes the gasmask and puts it on*

Ohh, I look like one of those Chinese now. Thank you, good man! Finally someone that knows what it is to be a true soldier!

Clear!

*Restarts BC's heart*

All done. Liver and hand replaced with lifelike augmetics, and wounds sealed.

*stray torpedo from the voyager hits me and burns my blanket to cinders, a strange mixture of sadness and hate washes over my face*

-Mortals burned my blanket... damn dog that was my B-

*Black lightning shoots from my arm to the sky... As the crew of the voyager stare in horror as the black lightning gets ever closer most find solace in the idea of putting there phasers in there mouths and ending there own lives... The last thing we from the ground see, is the majestic ship convulse and sputter then with a pop of ozone explodes...*

-Hey all things aside they deserved it... Buttery Commissar my main mortal... you have any other super big blankeys... please... Ill make you immortal!-

Oh hell no.

*Clockwork plague suddenly and violently turns zombiekilla into an iron statue*

Hey guys! It's Badrukk, da freeboota king.

*sees Devestation*

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!?!?

*Easily shifts bodies atoms back to normal state*

-I have self molecular manipulation can you do that tin man?-

*Looks around for blankets*

[Wakes up again] [Screams incoherently and runs] [Slams into doorframe again due to lack of depth perception] [Lies on floor admiring the ceiling]

[Shuddering] ...Thank you Verviedi, for your efforts in making me not-dead. I'll see if I can do something about amending that shortly. When I find my bolt pistol, anyway... I'll try not to make a mess on anything of great importance.

[Sits up slightly] I don't wish to be immortal, but I'll sort your blanket out, Zombiekilla. [Pulls Vox earpiece out from coat pocket] [Converses with guard]

[Chimera transporter rolls up and deposits a very large cosy blanket] [Guardsmen drive off very very quickly upon seeing who it is for]

 zombiekila707 wrote:
*Easily shifts bodies atoms back to normal state*

-I have self molecular manipulation can you do that tin man?-

*Looks around for blankets*

"Huh, That old trick, plus intangibility? anyway, her is a extra big blanket, I carry spares, along with a towel, although I never need to hitchhike being able to traverse space all by my big self!"

Passes Zombiekilla a blue blanket

-You do look like a dragon who knows where his towel is! Thank you! Now I am warm and cozy... You all make a elder god feel so welcome!-

*Takes blankets and goes to sleep as the remaining debris of the voyager rain around us*

*Tightens his great coat around him and takes a nap in his cozy trench*

*Stares at BC*

Are you OK? Do I need to put you on suicide watch? Your new hand is visually identical to a biological hand.

*Continues staring without blinking*

Bob... Do you need a mattress or something? I mean, you don't have to sleep on the dirt...

''This trooper is fine, he slept through worse''

Sleeping? Sleep is for the weak! ENGAAAAGE!

It seems like everything has gone to hell since I left.

Hah. You just try, sunshine.
And what it looks like is irrelevant... [Twitches]
[Stands up] [Shambles over to wreckage, looking for bolt pistol] [Finds it] ... (-:

[Notices Bob] So long as his equipment is not in the mud, so to speak, he can sleep how he wants. The fact he hadn't spotted that half the trench is a pond, is a little more negligent...

[Wanders behind butter tank] [Clicking sounds] ... #$@&%*!
[Emerges grinning] It seems I used up my rounds trying to kill Verviedi's table-spider. Ho hum.
[Puts pistol down on top of tank] [Sits on tank roof and stares at wall] ...! [Dashes off]

 KaptinBadrukk wrote:
It seems like everything has gone to hell since I left.

It has. Fortunately I can fix this.

*starts uses her telekenisis powers to clean up the room, like some kind of Space Elf housewife*

Sing your life! I remember you!

Wow now thats some desturction.

Now kill more things!

More explosions!

More badassery!

More cheese for the chese tank!

Sing Your Life? I am Macha Ulthuan, Daughter of Eldrad Ulthuan, Sister of Taldeer Ulthuan and Sister-in-law of the Colonel Ibram Gaunt of the Tanith Fusiliers.

-Keep it down! Elder god trying to sleep here!.... damn kids and there rock music-

[Stops running] Yeah, Macha, we've all seen the Picts, love. We know who you are. [Foul grin] And what you get up to.

[Remembers what he was doing] [Starts sprinting]

*Looks at Macha*
*-_-*
Can you please get a mind wipe ready? I have no wish to remember what I'm about to do.

*Pulls out taser and runs after BC*

Wait.

*Accesses Adeptus Mechanicus Internet and begins compiling a ton of picts into one folder*

[Reaches kitchen and shuts off oven] Phew!
Ta-dah! One very specialist interest cake, for the large predators out there.

... [Goes back to looking for bolt clips] [Rummages under sink]
... I'm not exactly allowed any Departmento Munitorum funding since I modified my tank without permission. And then Verviedi happened to it, so I can't even part exchange...

[Pulls out ammo box] ... Why is this full of spare keys and fuses?
Close enough. [Heads back to tank]