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**Verviedi**

*Crawls to my feet*

Technically, I've been dead for a few months!

**KaptinBadrukk**

*scans with tricorder*

Still says you're dead...but obviously you're not...maybe the tricorder needs repair?

**Verviedi**

Nope, I think that's a problem that only applies to me, seeing as I'm really inhabiting a corpse.

**KaptinBadrukk**

Oh, I see.

**2BlackJack1**

*grabs BC by the throat and throws him into a wall*

This strange creature's death takes precedence over yours, human.

*drives staff through Zergsmasher's gut, piercing through the weakened shield*

Your resistance was admirable, but futile. I will make sure your technology is destroyed, and removed from history. Take pride in the fact that you are worthy of such an honor, for it will be your last.

**Bobthehero**

*A Grenadier crashes on the Necron*

''This trooper is sorry, his Valkyrie had a malfunction''

*The Grenadier dusts himself and goes off to dig another trench*

**Verviedi**

Horray! It's Bob!!

*Walks over to 2BJ1*

What are you doing?!?

**2BlackJack1**

I offered the humans a fair price for this planet's purchase, which they declined in ignorance. As for the Protoss, as they call themselves, they have attacked my kind on sight. This is simply counter attacking, albeit much more efficiently than their attack ever could have been.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Stands up and dusts self off] [Draws powersword and points at Blackjack] You sir, have no honor! Assaulting me when I was already on the ground!

[Charges Blackjack with sword activated] For Holy Terra and for that fella's Aiur!

**Verviedi**

*Draws Plasma Pistol at belt with inhuman speed*

*Looks at BC, and back at 2BJ1, and then back at BC*

I suppose this is the moment. Redemption and friendship... or power?

**Co'tor Shas**

*Approaches blackjack with a large number of disabled necrons carried by drones*

Not to interrupt anything, but I disabled their ability to phase out, so I was wondering if I could have a couple of these? Your technology is very interesting.

*notices BC*

Somehow I doubt that will work.

**2BlackJack1**

That depends, tau. Will you choose to accept my rule after I claim this planet? If so, I would be willing to trade technology, but not an actual necron. I have given your friend pieces of my technology, and if he chooses to continue his service, more will come.

Now, have at thee, human life!

*shoots a charged bolt of gauss weaponry at BC and charges forwards at him*

**Co'tor Shas**

Well, that was more of a courtesy before I take them anyway...

*heads off to workshop and starts tinkering*

**Verviedi**

*Small twitch as a decision is made, and an impulse is sent to my implanted aim assist*

*Plasma shot fires, burning into the rear of Blackjack's skull, hollowing it out and blasting out the front*

*Second and third shots burn out both of Blackjack's knees, and the last melts Blackjack's memory core*

...I'm sorry, great Machine. But I believe it would be more efficient for him to live.

**2BlackJack1**

*body phases out, going back to monolith for repairs*

*necrons see leader's fall, and make a fighting retreat to monolith to teleport away, leaving behind a great mass of bodies, necron, protoss, and human alike*

*Nightbringer moves in to finish off BC and Verviedi, but a landing Warspheres collides into it, pushing it into an abondoned tesseract labyrinth, which is crushed under the warsphere*

**2BlackJack1**

*emerges from warsphere carrying a map and is arguing with a younger Kroot*

No no no, the room is on the other half of this hemisphere. That gue'la I have been telling you about has more intelligence than you sometimes, I swear.

*looks up, noticing surroundings and drops the map*

Eight Hawks of Pech, what happened? I left this place certain it was in good hands, and now it seems someone's drones *glances towards Co'tor's workshop and Verviedi* have gotten too powerful. Someone has explaining to do.

**Bobthehero**

*pokes his head from underground* ''This trooper has no idea what happened, he landed on some Xeno fabrication and then started digging a trench network''

**Co'tor Shas**

It wasn't me!

*glances around*
*points at BC*

I blame him.

**Verviedi**

*Looks panicky*

Oh god! I just killed that guy!

**2BlackJack1**

Killed who? I came here eager to show that I passed the initiation tests to become a Shaper, and this place is a mess instead.

*sees necron bodies teleport away in a flash of green light*

That isn't normal, even for this place's standards for normal. Can someone please enlighten me with what happened?

**KaptinBadrukk**

Uhhhhhhhhhhh...I dunno?

OOC: this made me laugh.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpxiDJ2NWBA

**Verviedi**

I just killed their Overlord... Shot him in the back...

...FOUR TIMES!

**2BlackJack1**

Ah, a necron invasion, eh? That explains the robots everywhere, and the shock that you killed one of them. I can't really think of much you struggle to kill.

*pauses for a second*

Necrons consist of living metal, which means if it has life, it has DNA. Where do these necrons have their settlement? It's for, erm, the advancement of my species.

**Verviedi**

Honestly, I have no idea. Why are you surprised at my shock from murdering one?

**2BlackJack1**

Because you're probably one of the more terrifying inhabitants of this room, what with you're innovation, massive amounts of tech, and on a personal level, you're willingness to give up a part of who you are, be that physically or mentally. Not many things can pose a challenge, I daresay.

My question is how did you manage to get close enough to shoot it in the back four times before it made you less than a pile of ashes?

**Co'tor Shas**

I must say, he was being surprisingly relaxed for an invading force.

**Verviedi**

-Double post-

**Verviedi**

Well, I thought it was a pretty good person at first, so I give it information and a few thousand Blanks. But then it started killing Protoss for no reason, and then tried to kill BC when he tried to talk it down, so I feigned submissiveness, moved in like I was going to help it, and then, well...

*Mimes firing a gun*

I don't like it when things hurt people I'm attached to.

I suppose my abilitiy to surrender parts of myself without doubt is a result of my current state of existence. When I can reload myself from a backup at any time, and have the tech to turn myself into something unrecognizable in hours, I take certain liberties.

*Sighs*

I should really limit myself.

**ZergSmasher**

*Walks in, shiny new Immortal body gleaming in the sunlight*

"En Taro Tassadar, old friends. Yes, I am still High Templar ZergSmasher, but my body is in temporary stasis for healing inside this construct. Verviedi knows about these very well..."

*Turns to Verviedi*

"Thank you for defeating that Necron for me, I was in no condition to do so myself, being mortally wounded and all."

*Turns and casts a long look over the near-total devastation of the Protoss base. Smoke rises from wreckage and craters, but new buildings can already be seen, as well as the telltale blue glow of more new buildings being warped in*

"Just as during the Zerg invasion in our home universe, we will rebuild and become stronger than ever!"

**Verviedi**

...If I may ask a question, how do you walk in that thing? Is quadrepedal motion a natural part of the Protoss mind? I was still tripping and falling all the time when I was in one.