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Doctor, are you sure this will work?
*readies bolter just in case*

* cloud of smoke envelops the lab*

I *cough* think it will. Probably. Maybe?

*another fit of coughing*

*excretes a mucus layer over skin*

I can't see! Am I dead yet? Well, beyond the previous amount of dead I've been dealing with?

*walks over to table*
*examines 2bj1*
Now, I'm only trained in battlefield first aid, but I think you're alive. You may need augmetics though. Ask co'tor though

I think I can safely say you are not dead. In what state you are alive is another matter entirely.

*starts undoing straps*

If you feel irrational anger or urge to kidnap young girls, do tell me. I've heard it's a possible side effect.

Well, there isn't an urge to do those things. I have a feeling of emptiness. Maybe it's because I need more PDF troops? Or my limbs? The latter would be nice.

Can we save his original limbs? Or do we need augmetics?
*opens crate full of bionics*

Oh yes, I got your legs, but I forgot bout your arms. Here hold this for a second will you.
*thinks about it for a second*
nevermind.

*starts reattaching arms*

But will he ever play the piano again?

Oh, I'll be doing more than playing a piano. Like getting a snack quick, and seeing if I won't fall apart the moment I get into a fight.

[Turns back from being a bat, and falls off the curtain rail]

Ufff. [Scrambles upright] That takes some getting used to. [Spits out a moth]

[Stands between Blackjack and the PDF] Now there's no reason this can't be civil...

...Fething mosquitos.

*Begins looking for a box of tools to search through*

*gives Verviedi the box of tools*

Mosquitos?

[Starts distractedly following KB from a distance]

OOC: Remember Codex: Avatar Room? Here is Shelby's stats
Elizabeth Shelby, HQ Unit.
WS: 4 BS: 4 S: 4 T: 3 W: 2 I: 10 A: 3 Ld: 9 Sv: 5+
Wargear: Personal force field, phaser, commbadge, reinforcements
Personal force field: 4+ invulnerable save
Commbadge: can communicate with other units from Enterprise D once a turn. Units from Enterprise D assume her attacks. (They would have 3 attacks)
Reinforcements: Can call for reinforcements from Enterprise D every turn. Makes a 5 man tactical squad armed with phasers.
Phaser has the following stats
Range: 12" S: 4 AP: 5 Type: Assault 1
Enterprise D Weapons: Can call for Orbital Bombardment from the Enterprise D in orbit.

Photon Torpedoes: Range: Infinite S: 10 AP: 1 Type: Ordnance 1, apocalyptic blast
Phasers: Range: Infinite S: 9 AP: 2 Type: Ordnance 2, massive blast
Deflector Dish Weapon: Range: Infinite S: Destroyer AP: 1 Type: Ordnance 2, one use only, apocalyptic blast

What you think?

Riddle me this, how many of you would've actually helped free my spirit, as opposed to leaving the body there and waiting for it to be cleaned up like the rest of the remains around here? Something tells me that at best I'd get my blood sucked and you'd burn the body to rid yourselves of the sickness.

Now, I think I've earned a little break after that endeavor. Anyone disagree?

*reaches for a hatchet*

I would've probably eaten part of you, in order to gain access to your genetic memory. Your brain is probably full of secrets that would benefit the Imperium
*shrugs*

oh great a Sylvanian! just what we need. *grumbles in dwarven while smoking his pipe* What next one of my kinsmen from the north?

*casually floats into the room/tank/whatever* Huh, a short person. Hope he doesn't do an AMA soon... 'oh look at me, I'm short, so give me gooooooold! Pesky normies... REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

 brochtree wrote:
oh great a Sylvanian! just what we need. *grumbles in dwarven while smoking his pipe* What next one of my kinsmen from the north?

You! You look like Vamos, but with skin! He is a great guy!
He made me this!

[waves Chaos Zweihander +5]

It burns people!

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
Riddle me this, how many of you would've actually helped free my spirit, as opposed to leaving the body there and waiting for it to be cleaned up like the rest of the remains around here? Something tells me that at best I'd get my blood sucked and you'd burn the body to rid yourselves of the sickness.

Now, I think I've earned a little break after that endeavor. Anyone disagree?

*reaches for a hatchet*

I would have, after all, with all the power you have accumulated through devouring other people and with your skill at arms your soul would have created a most mighty weapon.

Oh the short bearded one is back. Don't worry about BC. He's mostly harmless, he just tries to suck people's blood from time to time

H-hey, I don't suck the blood out of dead people. For one there's no point, and for two, I don't want to catch anything.

[Realises and stops stalking Shelby quite so openly]

Ok, so I would've been eaten for personal gain. Good to know. Now, on to that little treat I've earned.

*smiles as he raises his hatchet and turns to face the PDF troopers*

*steps between 2bj1 and pdf*
Don't touch them

 War Kitten wrote:
Oh the short bearded one is back. Don't worry about BC. He's mostly harmless, he just tries to suck people's blood from time to time

Thank you!
*hugs War Kitten*

*Looks uncomfortable, not knowing how to handle being hugged*

It's all right, War Kitten. Nothing to be concerned about.

*bursts out in a very low almost bass laugh.*
The walking steam tanks embarrassed by a hug? Hm and as for blacksmithing and runecrafting I'm a Thane but i can get something made for you. but not a sword Alaric went mad making those blasted Runefangs.

Woah now. [Steps out from closely behind Shelby and runs to stop Blackjack] I'm all for dinner plans, but these guys are on our side! They work to protect the room. Your Kroot fought with them as allies in the past.

[Takes hold of other end of the hatchet handle] You're not yourself...

*to Brochtree*

How can I help you with That?