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I feel like some day Blackjack is going to snap on us, and there'll be nothing we can do due to him having taken on everything useful about the inhabitants of the room.
[Looks at Blackjack] ...Are you Batman?

*Something that was once a finger twitches slightly*

Hey, em, could anyone drill a hole in my face? Like, right between the eyes? That should let the liquid metal projectors start working on me.

...This is a free oppurtunity to stab me with a spinny thing, by the way.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Hey, I never said it was dead, I just restrained it!
...Okay the Kroot may have done a thing there. Holy crap.

[Slow realisation] Hey! You hurt the nice Techpriest lady!
[Takes ZK's gun and bends the barrel to an awkward angle] [Tosses it back]

I'm not very good at revenge! [Middle finger]

*pulls out new plasma rifle*

Fair is fair! Lets just shovel Verviedi into a jar and shake it till hes back to normal!

*Begins shoveling V into a jar*

*rummeges through vervi's remains and picks out storage devises*

*plugs them into mainframe in workshop*

Now you just stay there while I see if I can find you a body. I probably have one around here somewhere...

There's a second brain to retrieve, Co'tor. [Looks at goo heap] Might be a little trickier.

[Drug finally wears off] ...how much of the blood I'm coated in is mine? [Slides off stool]

... If only someone had kindly given me useful nanites to deal with being seriously wounded. [Looks over at mess where Emily used to be] ...I am not a clever commissar.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
I feel like some day Blackjack is going to snap on us, and there'll be nothing we can do due to him having taken on everything useful about the inhabitants of the room.
[Looks at Blackjack] ...Are you Batman?

OOC: Just read this and burst out laughing.

IC: I ate part of BC's body when it was infested with FEV and I'm still standing.

*shrugs and rips the deathclaw's arm off and gives it to the krootizard*

"Hmmmmm, well, I figure the best way to keep all of you close when I travel is to ingest you all and make you part of me! Verviedi metal would be part of my armor/claws, and the res, well all would be there, with you all able to be speaking to when I get lonely."

Eyes all with a odd stare

 shasolenzabi wrote:
"Hmmmmm, well, I figure the best way to keep all of you close when I travel is to ingest you all and make you part of me! Verviedi metal would be part of my armor/claws, and the res, well all would be there, with you all able to be speaking to when I get lonely."

Eyes all with a odd stare

Yeah I am good america needs me alive and well not in some dragons stomach...

*Pulls out a stimpack and stabs in Buttery Commissars neck*

Stimpacks! How did I forget them! Well verviedi is still screwed cause hes mostly a robot... but still! I'm gonna go save my deathclaw!

*Stabs a super stimpack in deathclaw and watches as new limbs grow*

This is quite an odd place...

Just to be warned, I'll die if I perform a wireless transfer. The Noosphere here is satured with a nasty virus.

[Coughs and sits up] Oh God-Emperor, that stings. [Stops bleeding to death after a short while] [Pulls the syringe out] What is in this stuff?

Dragon, I'd honestly prefer to be a free-walking commissar, so I must decline your rather generous offer. Besides, our voices all bickering would drive you to distraction after a while.
Though if I could ask a favour, could you perhaps use your smoke to return the tech priest back from a puddle? It's not really her fault that she wandered into an argument...

*jumps back from healed deathclaw*

ZK, if you could tell this thing off that would be great. It'd be for, erm, America? Is that how you use it in a sentence?

*Walks up to Co'tor Shas*

"I may be able to supply a body, or, well, a construct anyway. Protoss Immortals are basically a badly damaged body inside a robot, much like a Space Marine Dreadnought, so it should work for Verviedi's conciousness too."

"Shall I tell my Robotics Facility to begin construction of an Immortal shell immediately?"

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Coughs and sits up] Oh God-Emperor, that stings. [Stops bleeding to death after a short while] [Pulls the syringe out] What is in this stuff?

Dragon, I'd honestly prefer to be a free-walking commissar, so I must decline your rather generous offer. Besides, our voices all bickering would drive you to distraction after a while.
Though if I could ask a favour, could you perhaps use your smoke to return the tech priest back from a puddle? It's not really her fault that she wandered into an argument...

"Since you asked so nicely, I will not eat you all, and I will revive the tech priest to normalcy" Blows the healing smoke at Tech priest puddle to make him/her whole once more, circuits gleaming and metal shiny! "Plus all of you bickering in my head might drive me mad!"

Buttery Commissar wrote:[Coughs and sits up] Oh God-Emperor, that stings. [Stops bleeding to death after a short while] [Pulls the syringe out] What is in this stuff?

Its american engineering! Amazing stuff right! Watch this! *Rips Buttery commissars arm off from the elbow and stabs a stimpack in the stump of his arm. After awhile a little arm begins to "sprout" from the stump*

How adorable looks like you have a baby arm!

2BlackJack1 wrote:*jumps back from healed deathclaw*

ZK, if you could tell this thing off that would be great. It'd be for, erm, America? Is that how you use it in a sentence?

Sure why not... Cuscus come here boy!

*Cuscus runs over*

Go find the brotherhood boy! Go!

*Cuscus runs off to find the brotherhood*

[Screams and curls up in a ball on the floor] Why...

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Screams and curls up in a ball on the floor] Why...

Oh come on get off the floor your fine.. *looks around and whispers* Come on man your embarrassing me in front of the dragon...

*Lifts bc off the ground and dusts him off*

Hes fine! *Stabs med-x in the back of his neck* That should help with the screaming!

[Mumbles] Screaming at having your arm forcibly removed is a perfectly normal react-

[Hid by Med-x] [Pupils go wide] [Stands very calmly] ...That's the stuff.

 ZergSmasher wrote:
*Walks up to Co'tor Shas*

"I may be able to supply a body, or, well, a construct anyway. Protoss Immortals are basically a badly damaged body inside a robot, much like a Space Marine Dreadnought, so it should work for Verviedi's conciousness too."

"Shall I tell my Robotics Facility to begin construction of an Immortal shell immediately?"

Ooh, that sound perfect. And with your shielding he might not get destroyed.

Again.

I'm amazed that I survived fighting so much ridiculous gak, and then I get destroyed by being run over.

Look, Verviedi, I'm sorry I ran you over.

[Looks up, still clearly spaced] Put him in a toaster. He seems to think that's a perfectly acceptable use of consciousness.

[Looks down at state of uniform, missing both arms and most of the front] I think we can officially call this jacket a tank-top.
Heh. Get it? Because I drive a-

[Wanders off muttering]

"So, Verviedi, would you like to become a Protoss Immortal? It will make you stronger, and with the special shielding on the Immortal chassis, big mean creatures like Frank can't hurt you very much!"

...How easy to modify is the chassis?

[Strides into room and stops next to cartoon BC] I'm here to relieve-
... Why is your uniform shredded? [Facepalms] And why are you caked in blood, with naked Eldar drawn on your hat?
... Is that a caterpillar?
[Sees butter tank] Oh, good-God-Emperor.

[Gently leads cartoon BC to waiting van] I think you just need a break, you know?
[Hands over a hat catalog and a biscuit] [Van pulls away]

[Leans on wall and despairs quietly]

*Looks at the new BC through a camera in the ceiling*

I say, why do you look so seducti-

I mean, hello, how are you?

Am I being insulted by disembodied voices? I'll fething 'ave you mate. You tiny circuity bastard. [Points at camera]

[Walks over to Butter-Tank] I guess I should- [Butter Tank reverses away and matches pace] Oh come on!

[Looks around] ...Is that a Kroot and a... blue xeno? What mess have I been sent to this time? [Notices Frank] ...That is the ugliest Adeptus Custodes I've ever seen.

ooc: Oh dear. I was going for "curious", it's more apparent in the full picture.

Where did you send him to? I'm just wondering because the last time he was sent away it didn't end up well for his, erm, 'hosts'.

Hello there! I'm Fio'O Bork'an Co'tor Shas Ko'vash. How are you? And for that matter, who are you?

OOC: I don't know why but Vimes popped into my head with the second picture.

Err. Wait, that wasn't your van? [Scratches head]

Nah, I'm joking... It'll be fine. He's got a packed lunch and a magazine. [Waves hand]

 Co'tor Shas wrote:
Hello there! I'm Fio'O Bork'an Co'tor Shas Ko'vash. How are you? And for that matter, who are you?

Oh good grief. Please tell me you're some kind of Tau ambassador so that I don't have to.. You know.. get diplomatic. with my bolt pistol.

And I'm an Imperial Commissar! And I have a name! It's.. Uh.. [Mumbles] [Thumbs up and grins]

ooc: The Mordian? Now I'm seeing it and I can't un-see.

Diplomat? Hardly. I'm a builder, a planner, an enginner... and part time mad scientist.