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*Vanden falls out of the tube, and is briefly taken away to be re-equipped with new power armor and weapons*
*dreadnought is towed away*
Feel belter now?

*Watches fight between the Marines, facepalms and shakes head resignedly*

"Terrans. They never learn..."

*Finds a nice tree and starts meditating while levitating two feet above the ground*

 ZergSmasher wrote:
*Watches fight between the Marines, facepalms and shakes head resignedly*

"Terrans. They never learn..."

*Finds a nice tree and starts meditating while levitating two feet above the ground*

*Pops up out of a nearby bush*

"GREETINGS HONORABLE DRAENEI!", booms Brother Lanius, "WOULD YOU CARE FOR AN ULTRA-MUFFIN? THEY ARE CHOCKED FULL OF THE MOST GLORIOUS OF BLUEBERRIES! THEY ARE TRULY THE ENVY OF ALL LESSER CHA- I MEAN MUFFINS!"

*Stops meditating, looks slightly irritated*

"Firstly, I am not a Draenei, whatever that is. I am a High Templar of the Protoss. Secondly, Protoss do not take nourishment from food like you Terrans, not even from muffins. We are not even equipped to eat!"

*Teleports away to find a quieter place to meditate*

*Seems confused*

"What a strange man. Who in the right mind would turn down an Ultramuffin?'.

Not me.

*floats obver and hovers as muffin and holds close to eye to eat it*

Hmmm good muffins.

*floats off to look out a window at inquisition raid dyimng from massed death snow. *

*Reads the note ever and over*
It's a catalyst for something. But what? Hmm... Have those Mnestics worn off yet?
*Places the antimemetic box in a biohazard bin with the ten foot pole*
...Is this room still equipped wit-
*Deathsnow IV vanishes*

*looking put window*

So changes.....
Right. Looks like a desert, and I'm a giant eye so I should know.

Few moving cacti, giant sand worms and such. Flesh eating camel pack.

Meh....
Ooh, looks like we have a city to the north, a few chaos sites in east, wester coast line, few hundred flesh eating camals too.

Good news, bipedal bird, you have hunting again.

Where the everliving feth are we now?
*Notices a sandworm*
Oh no... Arrakis? Enrop Beta?

*chatters angrily and draws a rifle*

Bipedal bird? You puffed up oculus, why don't I start hunting by taking this rifle an-

*two Kroot run over and start pulling him towards a gathering hunting party*

So rude.
He is bipedal as uses two legs to move and has a beak and bird like features.

What, I do mot even know which species are which here.

*floats off to watch a living cacti fight a camel*

[Stamps in and kicks sand out of boots] Lot of very dead, frozen corpses out there starting to thaw, Kroot. You're slacking, I fear...

[Looks around for BC] Just here to check on my idiot nephew. I haven't seen or heard anything about him on the Imperial web lately, which either means he's learning discretion or is actually dead.

...? [Notices angry marine stomping around] Now there's a chapter I can get behind. None of that fancy poetry and scripture. Just the Emperor's wrath. [Sighs contentedly]

What da zog? All da deffsnow- where'd it go? Now we'z got sand ta deal wif. Neva liked sand much meself. It's course, it's ruff, irritatin', and it gets everywhere...
OoC: /Anakin

BiC: And how 'bout dat eye fella? Pretty sure he's da boss o' a bunch o' dem feral Boyz somewhere... How's dey all doin, Boss Fieryeye?

Oh feth no. [Pulls out bolt pistol and starts aiming at Kiln] Nobody said there'd be Orks!
You bastards get everywhere! [Bale eye flashes]

[Bale eye flashes]

W-w-wait, y-youz is ol' One Eye Yarrick? F-fer cryin' out loud, I wasn't told ya'd be here! Um, I ain't c-causin' no harm, or WAAAGHin' on yer Armageddon place or nuffink.

*Slowly shuffles behind jhe*

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Stamps in and kicks sand out of boots] Lot of very dead, frozen corpses out there starting to thaw, Kroot. You're slacking, I fear...

[Looks around for BC] Just here to check on my idiot nephew. I haven't seen or heard anything about him on the Imperial web lately, which either means he's learning discretion or is actually dead.

...? [Notices angry marine stomping around] Now there's a chapter I can get behind. None of that fancy poetry and scripture. Just the Emperor's wrath. [Sighs contentedly]

A fine day to you commissar! It's good to see we have reinforcement from the Astra Militarum! Did you by chance bring any Baneblades? Such mighty battle tanks would help us against the enemies sure to show up in this interdimensional freak show!

[Lowers gun and sighs] Yes. And I suppose I'm not strictly here on business. Trying to wipe out every Ork in the galaxy would take a very long time. Tenacious things.

Tell me then, where is Bennett? Sooner I check up on him, sooner I can get back to work. I hear there's chaos amassing nearby.

Ooc: Having realised there's a Dakka member called Commissar Benny, I'm going more formal :O

Bennett? Oh, you mean the serf that launders our Ultrasocks! I believe he is back on Macragge. He is a good man. Though, I have noticed small animals tend to disappear around him...

Or do you mean another Bennett?

...You have ultra socks?

[Shakes image from mind]

...Commissar. Hangs around with the yellow tank and doesn't shoot anybody.

Indeed, Ultrasocks! They are inscribed with passages of the Codex Astartes. This is to inspire our brothers in the darkest hour! They are also quite comfortable.

I have never seen such a Commissar. Well... there was the one in blue who only ever slept in his tent.

What darkest hour would involve... You know what, never mind.

And that does sound like him. [Looks around and finds blanket tent]

[Peers into blanket fort] ... [Exhales tiredly through nose, and steps back again]
At least he isn't causing any bother.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
What darkest hour would involve... You know what, never mind.

And that does sound like him. [Looks around and finds blanket tent]

[Peers into blanket fort] ... [Exhales tiredly through nose, and steps back again]
At least he isn't causing any bother.

Yes, when we are confronted with a situation that the Codex Astartes doesn't cover! Such as how to deal with an ally flirting with you or when a lesser chapter points out perceived flaws with it. In these cases, you should take off your power boots and read your socks fervently for guidance!

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
What darkest hour would involve... You know what, never mind.

And that does sound like him. [Looks around and finds blanket tent]

[Peers into blanket fort] ... [Exhales tiredly through nose, and steps back again]
At least he isn't causing any bother.

Yarrick
*nods*

*Looks around at new environment*

"Looks like we've changed planets again..."

*With a tired sigh, orders a Protoss probe to start warping in buildings for a new base*

"I get very tired of moving all the time, you never realize how many buildings you have until you have to move them."

*Still studying the talisman*
Protoss. Do you recognize this?

[Looks at Veck] Sergeant.
[Points at tent] Do I take it that this means that he did not get therapy after I asked him to find some?

[Sighs] [Lets go of blanket] [Turns and bumps into Kimmy] ...? Who are you, then? [Goes down on one knee to see better]

[Kimmy smiles and pokes the bale eye with a curious finger] Glass. It helps me- [Kimmy pokes remaining eye with a finger]
[Winces and smiles] No, that one's real.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Looks at Veck] Sergeant.
[Points at tent] Do I take it that this means that he did not get therapy after I asked him to find some?

[Sighs] [Lets go of blanket] [Turns and bumps into Kimmy] ...? Who are you, then? [Goes down on one knee to see better]

[Kimmy smiles and pokes the bale eye with a curious finger] Glass. It helps me- [Kimmy pokes remaining eye with a finger]
[Winces and smiles] No, that one's real.

No, he got therapy alright. But the therapist turned out to be an agent of the Dark Gods, and so we had to burn that office to the ground. We're still looking for a suitable replacement.
*Kimmy runs over and climbs on top of my backpack again*
Well hello to you to little one...

OOC: What exactly is Kimmy?

I find the best therapy is a nice bottle of amasec while cuddling up with the Codex Astartes next to a fire. Quite a relaxing evening I would say!

Banished ork, dang hobbits, orc, your oddly familiar. But green not grey and something odd. Hmm did I ever make them green?

No, hmm, Interesting about these orks.... Yes I was a boss, I still am once I make some more of em again.

*floats past yarrick*
Hello, watch out for the sand worms.
*floats past a bemused yarrick*

 TheCustomLime wrote:
OOC: What exactly is Kimmy?

I find the best therapy is a nice bottle of amasec while cuddling up with the Codex Astartes next to a fire. Quite a relaxing evening I would say!

OOC: Kimmy is BC's character's daughter. Don't ask how exactly she came to e, it's a very convoluted process.


BIC:
Brother. You forget yourself. If you are curling up by a fire with the Codex you need a bottle of Macraggian Red Wine or Calthian Whiskey. Not Amasec