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**Buttery Commissar**

Why uninhabited worlds?

**Selym**

Buttery Commissar wrote:
Why uninhabited worlds?

I don't have a good way of dealing with living creatures yet.
Mostly I just want to harvest all the resources on those planets anyway.

*The Cube starts rattling violently*

**sing your life**

Why are you writing in green? Are you smoking weed? You shouldn't smoke weed, you'll get too damn high!

**Selym**

I'm not writing I'm talking.
If you're hearing my words in green, you need earglasses.

*The Cube starts hovering a few feet off the ground*

**Buttery Commissar**

Yet? You have designs on doing so? [Puts foot on cube]

Ooc: Now that was fething masterful, SYL

**KaptinBadrukk**

*rolls cube like a d6*

I get a 3.

**sing your life**

Let's get back on track. The Rent Is Too Damn High movement, the people I'm here to represent can't afford to pay their rent. They're being laid off right now as i speak.

**Selym**

KaptinBadrukk wrote:
*rolls cube like a d6*

I get a 3.

I'm a D20, stop a applying logic!
Rigging my results and whatnot.

THREE!

*a rectal probe appears, and shoves itself into one of The Cube's facings*

AAAAAAAAAHHHH FETH!
Quick, launch the nanocubes!

*hundreds of nanocubes fly out into space*

**sing your life**

*rolls Selym*

I got an 18, what does that get me?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Hurls remaining melta bomb at the cube] Fething xeno trickery!

**sing your life**

Stop that! you'll make the temperature too damn high!

**thenoobbomb**

I can make the temperature rise, as well, with my sexy man pose.

**Selym**

sing your life wrote:
*rolls Selym*

I got an 18, what does that get me?

*probe still in The Cube*

EIGHTEEN!

I suddenly feel very happy.
AND I'M FETHING ANGRY ABOUT IT!!!

**Buttery Commissar**

... [Sends conscript to remove probe from cube]

...You can keep that. No, really. [Holds up hands]

**sing your life**

As a karate expert, I will not talk about anyone up here.

*karate chops BC and TNB into submission*

Listen! Someone's stomach, a child's stomach just growled! Did you hear it? Did you hear it?

**Co'tor Shas**

*begins amiably chatting with conscripts*

**sing your life**

Well you've got to listen like me. Because our children cannot afford to live anywhere. Nowhere, there's nowhere to go. Once again, why?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Doubles over, coughing] As you are an immeasurably old man, and about the only Terran here, I'll put that down to delightful eccentricity.

[Conscripts attempt to ignore the blue xeno]
[Distant sound of engines] Fething finally.

**2BlackJack1**

May I borrow that vox set to get some reinforcements over? They would hate to miss out on such a promising opportunity.

*takes vox set and sends messages to all nearby warspheres and Pech itself*

I also would like to brag about the genes I've acquired. Might make my life a lot easier when I settle down on Pech.

Oh, and as part of the upfront payment, could I get some battle armor for my krootizard. I feel like it'd help.

**Selym**

*The Cube recovers from its simultaneous emotional and rectal trauma*

Am I back to normal yet?
I think so.
Incoming report from the nanocubes, they have... LANDED!
Yes! Now to phase seven

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks at krootizard] I think we may have some Ogryn plate that can be adapted. There's likely something can be done.

[Whistles to get conscripts' attention] Okay, we need three sets of barracks setting up, fellas. One for you guys, one for the angry jungle guardsmen and one for our visiting mercenaries. If I see you unevenly creating any one of them, I'll personally cut your food rations.

[Takes off hat and coat, and starts assisting makeshift barracks construction]

**2BlackJack1**

*first group of war spheres begin to land, making sizable craters in the earth*

If need be we can settle in those as well. They make nice houses. Oh, and I'll try to minimize how many of your soldiers get stepped on by knarlocs. I take it that would hurt morale as well.

**Verviedi**

*Throughout the Noosphere, a notification arrives*

++MCAFEE FREE TRIAL - 1 DAY REMAINING!++

**Buttery Commissar**

Hey, we have full military funding, may as well make use of it! But whatever helps you feel more at home.
What's a Knarloc?

**2BlackJack1**

Oh you'll love them. They're a bit like my krootizard, but with more teeth.

[To a group of Kroot] Hey, the commisar wants to see some knarlocs!

*The ground shakes as 4 Greater Knarlocs stomp over to BC*

See, we even fashion turrets on top of them.

**Co'tor Shas**

Verviedi wrote:
*Throughout the Noosphere, a notification arrives*

++MCAFEE FREE TRIAL - 1 DAY REMAINING!++

OOC: That's the virus?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Looks up in amazement] Those certainly look very adaptable. I'd wager they cope with rough terrain better than some tanks.
What, err, fuels them? I don't see much space in your transports for that. [Uneasy expression]

[Hab-blocks begin taking shape]

[Single Tauros jeep pulls up] ...? [Goes to talk to the driver]

**Verviedi**

OOC: Yep!

What's going on over here?

*Stumbles over to the developing city*

**Selym**

OOC: Codex: Cubes is a go!

**2BlackJack1**

Fuel? Everything that doesn't run fast enough. We used to raise some around here, but xenomorph attacks and Inquisitorial visits ended that idea.