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*Easily dodges punch, Smashes grukks face with left hook sending him across the continent again*

All in the reflexes...

OOC: see what I did there?

OOC: Yep.

*zombiekilla707's face is eaten by the squig*

*Kicks squig in the face blowing its face off*

That chinese white magic is awesome!

*speaks into radio*

Request moar dakka, over!

*5 stompas and 2 battlewagons roll in, breaking down the door and associated wall*

Zombiekilla707!!! Your death is near!!!

*fires everything at Zombiekilla707*

Jack Burton never runs from a fight!

*Pulls out throwing knife and throws into one of the stompas heads... Its head explodes violently cause its main gun battery to swerve to the left and fire into the other stompa, which then causes it to fall and smash the two battlewagons.*

Like I told my last wife, I says, "Honey, I never drive faster than I can see. Besides that, it's all in the reflexes."

*the remaining 3 stompas fire at zombiekilla707*

Need moar dakka, over!

*9 stompas come in and fire at zombiekilla707*

*Stares distractedly at the daemonette eating a seashell*

I have it here if you want it.

*Passes Commissariat tracker to BC*

*Stands still watching shells fly past and explode all around me. Finally as the smoke clears, I stand unscathed*

You guys suck! *puts up both middle fingers at the 12 stompas*

*sticks C4 on Stompa and blows it up*

*Tide of robots rolls over a stompa and pulverizes it*

*Group of Thanatar with Plasma Mortars explode another Stompa*

So as I was saying, how was the vacation?

 Verviedi wrote:
*Tide of robots rolls over a stompa and pulverizes it*

*Group of Thanatar with Plasma Mortars explode another Stompa*

So as I was saying, how was the vacation?

*Walks over and slaps Verviedi on the back*

Well done my random friend who controls tons of crazy robots! I owe you a beer....

*looks around*

Where is the beer?

Controls the robots?
Nope. They're just following me around since I found them in the hallway. I don't actually have any control over them. I suppose they just like to dance. And fight.

Actually, that's technically the only time I've danced with anybody...

*Bows to a purple Thallax*

*Thallax bows back*

OK, that's a little weird.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Shuffles over] [Offers wall-cake to the dragon]

[Sits quietly]

Takes cake. See? It is the better way, and BC is back to his old self again!

[Takes tracker] Cheers. The vacation was... Unremarkable. Which was probably just what I needed.
They evacuated the resort midweek due to some reactor failure or other, but I slept through that. Meant it was very quiet after that point, which was great.

I think I was supposed to see a doctor when I got back about radiation poisoning. I feel fine though. [Nose starts bleeding] Again? [Stems flow with kitchen roll] But yeah, very relaxing.

[Lays down on sofa with book] I hear there was a temporary commissar replacement sent over.

I have some experience with radiation poisoning. If it starts acting up, you might as well ask for help.

Anyway, she was going absolutely insane while you were gone. Never left the tank though. Pretty weird.

I also found *Whispers in BC's ear*

I think that's where all the dead bodies go to. There were a few items of yours, I put them near the door.
Loads and loads of knives, though, like... 8 of them, all Mordian pattern.

Well, come to think of it, my headache is significantly worse than normal and I keep having nosebleeds... I just assumed it was from coming back in the room.
...I probably shouldn't have handed out seashells from that beach. Maybe that's why the Daemonette was eating hers? Nutritional or something.

...? s/he was acting crazier than normal? That's... puzzling. And worrisome.

Wait, you found where the room tidies things away to? That's both horrifying and intriguing at the same time...
I wonder if Blackjack could make use of that?

*pulls out an apron labeled "kiss the cook" and a spatula*

It wouldn't hurt to take a look.

...There was lots of tech in there too. I really didn't want to break the universe, so I didn't touch it.

Also, lots of spiders.

A lot. A meter tall each.

*Directs Blackjack to the stone door*

...Be good...
*Slides down the wall*

*sits down and starts sharpening the sword*

I always wondered where everything went. I wonder if any of my old tech ended up in there...

*pulls on lab coat and utility belt*

Edit: how labcoat became laptop I will never know.

*beams down*

good morning everybody.

This is no place for civillians, girl.

*activates personal force field*

Now it is, with my force field.

Alright, just don't use yourself as a meatshield for me with that thing on.

SIMON, GET OUT OF THE WATER

THERE'S MEGALODONS

There's no water here, Guardsman. Now go polish your autogun or something.

There's water there!

*points towards Pacific Ocean*

Pointing at the general direction of Holy Terra will not help you win this argument..

IT'S RIGHT OUT OF THE WINDOW!

Gah!

You're delusional, too, I take it? It's a barren wasteland out there, which is why we're all in this bunker.