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*infirmary is now finished, including being freshly cleaned and with mounted guns for future defense*

There. We can now start moving the wounded in as well. Anything else we need done around here?

I don't think that's part of graduation, I didn't do it the first time... Then again they were quite literally using me for target practise, so I'll accept that methods may have changed since I was there.
Either way I was there on a refresher course, not graduation... it was pretty relaxing, all things considered. [Looks wistful]

[Tank beeps] Oh sorry! [Gets back to rewiring]

Perhaps I could help with the tank? I do specialize in engineering, after all.

I just want to say this. I didn't technically blow your arm off. I blew Perron's arm off to prevent him/her/it from running off after he/she/it took complete control of your body. And also, why would you run? You would really hurt Kimmy
*points to where she is giving BC puppy dog eyes*

Blowing peoples arms off? What is this, COD?
*scoffs and looks away*

*stops tripping balls*

Where am I, brothas?

Still in the room

*slightly disappointed*

Oh. Did my Stehl Reihn work?

*points to massive pile of drop pods stacked on top of each other, exploded*
You tell me

*perturbed*

I shall call Captin Dyomidiss, of the Bluhd Rehverns. He shall use defensive deep pies to bring the Beihnblehd!

Huh, a Baneblade? Pay to win!
*casually flies away in attack helicopter*

*pats Selym on the shoulder*
There, there. Have an eagle
*hands Selym an eagle*
*makes sure he has all of his equipment*

*hugs WK, sobbing slightly*

OOC: ...Have we hit a low point? BC is disturbed, Boreale is sobbing...

*is stuck inside Selym's item storage*

OOC: He's just hugging you, lol

BIC:

Brotha, forgive meh. I have been somewhat put out after we BLUHD REHVERNS fehld tha Emprah. As bawld and fewlish spehss mehreens.

*releases WK*

*Places hand on BC's head*

Don't worry, I'm sure he didn't mean it.

OOC: I know, but I noticed I was now in your "storage" so I decided to play it as if he was in your storage.

BIC:
*sighs and goes in the Butter Tank to lie down*

OOC: If Boreale has his hands on it, he has theived it. He could, theoretically, take the planet by hugging it.

*small red dot appears over Verviedi's head*

*Flicks light on and off*

*Continues patting BC's head*

*red dot slowly moves down onto Verviedi's sensor suite, seems to grow slightly in size and intensity*

RED DOTS? HOW DARE YE? I'LL RIP OFF YERV 'EAD AND SPIT DOWB YER NECK!

*flies off into sphess in a shuttle*

...Anyone got a spare plasma rifle? My arm is starting to feel a bit too light.

I've got a spare culverin at hand if you want it.

*red dot grows more in size and intensity, stays locked on Verviedi's head*

MURRAY: Meow. (What happened to your inventory, Selym?)

*goes into loose formation and charges WK*

*turns and shoot SYL in the chest with the fully powered shot, knocking him off his feet, but not breaking through his armor*