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**Verviedi**

*Looks through device again*

Is that a floating piercing? Dafuq?

**Co'tor Shas**

*wanders in*

*tosses strange object in air where it starts floating*

<BEGINNING GENOMIC SCANNING>

OOC: I've decided to start using < > whenever one of my devises is talking.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks up from book and stares directly at Selym for a moment, despite conventional invisibility] [Sniggers] [Goes back to reading]
Superior, eh? Not seeing it...

[Yawns and settles down to nap] ...Not a daemonic talent, just one of mine.

**shasolenzabi**

OOC Wakes up

"Oh that scent! Deelishuss, sweet tasty Elf flesh! makes the best casserole everr! I mussst have! Tasty, tasty elf flesh! YUM!!!

**ZergSmasher**

*Runs up with a whole army of Protoss following*

"Kill the Orks! Kill the Daemon! For Tassadar! For Aiur!"

*A mighty battle rages between the Orks and the Protoss forces, but the Protoss soon have the upper hand."

*Enters Butter Tank with eight Zealots*

"Split up. She's here somewhere. We'll do the Eldar a favor, today!"

**Verviedi**

*Begins following ZergSmasher and nonchalantly pokes a Zealot in the gap between armor plates*

*Zealot begins foaming at the mouth and collapses against a wall, suffering a massive aneurism*

I would really advise not doing that. I really would not like to clean blood out of the tank.

**Co'tor Shas**

<SCANNING COMPLETED>

<ANALYZING DATA>

*looks with interest at readout on dataslate*

**Selym**

*becomes visible again, and starts dressing*

Being a warlock is a pain in the ass sometimes. And what is that Tau doing?

**Co'tor Shas**

Just checking the genetic data for the people in the room for..... reasons.

*turns to BC*

Did you know you were part sea urchin? I'm not quite sure why. Or how for that matter.

**Selym**

Well he certainly looks scruffy, and smells salty.

*zips up the trouser-component*

**Buttery Commissar**

Scruffy? [Takes off hat and looks at it] I was going for dapper.

[Looks at Co'tor] I'm not entirely sure that's right...

**shasolenzabi**

Oh Elfy, elfy, elfy! I'm hungry! I want elf pie!

**Co'tor Shas**

Hey, hec hasn't done anything bad yet. You can eat him qfterward.

**2BlackJack1**

Could you use said device to accurately track all of a kroot's DNA from his bloodline?

**Buttery Commissar**

He couldn't accurately track the DNA of one (mostly) unmodified human, so I somehow doubt it.

**Verviedi**

I wonder if I broke the scanner?

Oh, right.

*Fires a tranquilizer dart through a Zealot*

*Dart embeds itself in the opposite wall, covered in blood*

Oh, damn. I need to lower the launch force on those things. Oh well.

*Is hit by a psionic blade that cuts through one of my hands, revealing a complex appararus of retractable needles and a gun barrel embedded in the space between two fingers*

Ow. For a supposably advanced species of alien, you have no manners.

**Co'tor Shas**

No, no, it's says sea urchin. Unless....

*reaches into BC's coat and pulls out a sea urchin*

...it was scanning the wrong thing. Although that begs the question, why do you have a sea urchin in your pocket.

**Buttery Commissar**

Co'tor Shas wrote:
Although that begs the question, why do you have a sea urchin in your pocket.

It does, doesn't it. [Looks at ceiling] Keep it, though you're going to need a saltwater tank.

[Wanders into Butter Tank and starts checking doors for the Engineseer] [Picks up bloody dart on the way past and pockets it] Never know when I may need to eject folk using that sensor system...

[Opens another door] Oh! [Finds the engineseer sitting very serenely in the ball pool room, perfectly balanced on the top layer] Relaxing, huh? I guess I'll leave you to it. [Is bopped in the hat by a thrown ball] ..! Oh, it's on. [Pulls door shut from the inside]

**Selym**

shasolenzabi wrote:
Oh Elfy, elfy, elfy! I'm hungry! I want elf pie!

*continues silently ignoring*

**ZergSmasher**

"Verviedi, this is your only warning: If you attack my Protoss again, I will personally cut off more than just your hand and will trigger a psionic storm up where the sun doesn't shine, as the Terrans put it."

*Relaxes, and continues in a friendlier tone*

"Now, why not help us instead of getting in our way?"

**Verviedi**

Oh, shush.

*Liquid metal flows to fix the cut on my hand*

Why would you seek to murder BC's companion? She has not done anything to harm anyone since she has arrived!

*Gestures for emphasis and accidentally triggers subdermal weapons and blows off own finger*

Damn. I promised no more body horror...

**2BlackJack1**

We've had Tyranid, Zerg, and ork invasions along with Inquisitorial visits, and who knows what else. Why does one daemonette matter?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Backs out of ball-room, grinning and being pelted by balls] I yield! I yield!
...I lost. The lady tech priest can throw six at a time, with surprising accuracy...

[Notices serious conversation ongoing] ..?
[Reverses silently back into ball room, still being pinged by balls] [Closes door]

**Verviedi**

*Walks away disinterestedly, nonchalantly pressing a button on the wall that says EMER LOCK*

Well, I'm sure you won't find her now.

**ZergSmasher**

"Well, when you're right, you're right. I guess I got carried away. Zealots, with me! We shall return to base, regroup, and await the next invasion."

*Notices exit is locked*

"This is not a problem..."

*Cuts hole in door with psionic blade, exiting with Zealots*

*Returns to Protoss base only to see several Zealots playing soccer between two inactive gateways*

"Really?"

**Verviedi**

*Notices the dead Zealot leaning against the wall and begins to remove it's armor*

I'm going to need to haul this thing onto an exam table. I have a feeling latent psychic abilities could be useful.

**2BlackJack1**

Of there's anything left, would you mind if I could have at it? I haven't tasted a Protoss yet

**Verviedi**

Sure thing. I'll only need the brain and armor, anyway.

Also, I think there are some remnants of one of my fingers scattered around due to a... misfire. Do as thou wilt.

**2BlackJack1**

*sharply salutes and starts looking for the finger*

... oh, here it is.

*shoves it into mouth without any hesitation*

Hmm, chewy

**Verviedi**

*Flexes the exposed gun barrel where finger used to be*

I really should have made that a conscious trigger instead of a gesture-based one..

OOC: Ohey! 3000th post!