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*looks and brand*

Oh, someone claimed ownership?

I branded all my orcs, saroman kept trying to claim mine where his.....

[Sniggers] Yep, he's hot property now. [Aims and loudly spanks WK on his concealed second brand, using the flat of his power sword]

But also under the guard of a Sister, so I'd better not do that again.

[Kneels and pulls BC out from tent, whilst he attempts to wiggle back inside] Go and eat something and shower, before I use my Commissar voice. [BC grumbles and scurries off]

Oh. Someone your scared of.....

Blimey they must be dangerous. I read your book.
If your wary of them.

Not so much scared as mutually aware how difficult harming one another would make life.
If I died, the Imperium would turn on her sisterhood. If she died, I'd have to expend all my day to day energy in avoiding being a fritter.

[BC comes back looking far less like he just slept in a box of newspaper] Good. Now let's talk about getting you a real therapist. Someone who knows about calming the mind and impulses...
[BC raises hand] No, without prescription drugs. [Hand lowers]
I'm thinking someone with monastic temperance, perhaps a retired drill abbot. [Flicks through dataslate]

*floats reading on universe*

Agh, sister of battle, an order of pyromanic zelots who.....
Ok I see your point, there not exactly ones you want to meet angry.... Fritter might be a lucky fate, check chapter 15....

*floats a book over*

Hmm, not broken..calming mind you say.... *floats bennet a nice pot of peppermint tea and a plastic mug*

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Sniggers] Yep, he's hot property now. [Aims and loudly spanks WK on his concealed second brand, using the flat of his power sword]

But also under the guard of a Sister, so I'd better not do that again.

[Kneels and pulls BC out from tent, whilst he attempts to wiggle back inside] Go and eat something and shower, before I use my Commissar voice. [BC grumbles and scurries off]

It could be worse I suppose. She's tame compared to some of her Sisters. I mean, I could've been claimed by a Sister of Silence. Now that would've been interesting...

[Scrolls down list on dataslate] I think I've found someone suitable. Hopefully this ought be simple. [Jots down vox details]

[Listens to WK] Yeah... Don't go there. [Shudders] Too many memories. Remember that the Schola houses children who end up as commissars and sisters.

[Whispers] On an unrelated note, you can get those branding marks removed with laser surgery. Doesn't hurt.

I could. But then Marla would just brand them on again, I don't know if you've met her or not, but I can GUARANTEE that that would not go over well. I rather like being alive Commissar.

"We like you being alive, too, Terran. So don't make Marla angry with you, especially if she really will kill you."

*Turns to Bennett*

"Maybe you would like some Protoss therapy? As powerful telepaths, we might be able to fix whatever's bothering your mind."

*Sits down and waits for therapy to begin*

TAKE YOUR TIME FETHHEAD

[To WK] Met her? I shot her sister, and at least one of them indecently propositioned me. There were a lot of sedatives. I'm not proud.
...Nothing happened. [Sees glare] You think I'd walk back in here if it had? [Rubs neck again]

[Bows to ZS] While I trust your knowledge of psychiatry, and psychic powers, I think that this needs to be something he does himself through therapy... That mind is more patchwork and duct tape than anything else right now.

And she let you live? lucky man yarrick.

*rotates to wall for a second*
Incoming, sand storms.... Rather big one.

Got a hour or so.

Hmm his mind, *eye pops to size of a blood cell and floats round brain*

*Starts shooting sandstorm*

FETHING SANDSTORM!!! GTFO YOU PIECE OF MINI FETHING GAK SCRAPS!!!

*watcha angry marine*

All your doing is making smaller grains if sand that get deeper into armour joints....

*Stops shooting*

*Turns very slowly to face jhe*

*Makes very horrifying face*

I. DONT. GIVE. A. FETH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Continues shooting back with increased zeal*

*shrugs in flaming eye way*

Meh. It's like a angryier orc.... I never made them that angry....

To bc
Ok, so after a quick float through Bennets brain, I believe reconstruction via protiass or eldar techniques might work.

Slow reconstruction, nothing quick. It's a right mix of damage and repairs.

[Considers] As long as it doesn't risk furthering the other damage in there. He'd still need therapy after, to relearn how to be less... Dangerous to himself, if nothing else.

*kroot wrap cloths over their faces, and repeat the action to their krootox, who are turned to face away from the storm*

[Muffled through cloth]
This isn't our first sandstorm. If you like not breathing sand, I suggest you do the same.

[Pulls sash off and copies Blackjack] [BC scuttles back under tent] Suit yourself.

[Ushers Kimmy and puppy to sit inside butter tank, and closes hatches]

*Continues shooting sandstorm*

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-...

I'm a eye. Not a problem.

Just get dry eye.... *grumbles*
You'd think being on fire would do it but its rather pkeasent. ..

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Pulls sash off and copies Blackjack] [BC scuttles back under tent] Suit yourself.

[Ushers Kimmy and puppy to sit inside butter tank, and closes hatches]

*seemingly unaffected by the sand*
*walks up to Vanden*
Might I recommend setting it on fire?

GOOD IDEA!!!

*Pulls Heavy flamer out of thin air*

FUUUUUUUUUUU-...

*Pours gouts of flame into coming storm*

EVERYTHING DIES WITH FIRE!!!

*mutters* not going to work, at most just make more dangerous glass shards.

Floats by slightly being buffeted by waves of sand storm.

I hate sand....volcano,s are ok, sand no....

WAIT A SECOND....

*Pulls out another heavy flamer*

DUO WIELDING MOTHER FETHERS!!!

*Pours more fire into sand*

*still unaffected by the wind*
Lovely day eh?

A NORMAL DAY ON McRage! IM USED TO THIS GAK, WE'VE SCARED OFF ALL THE DUST ON THAT PLANET, I CAN DO IT HERE TOO!!!

*continues flaming*

*puts a hot dog on a stick and puts it near the flame*
Pefect day for a barbecue I say!

*ignores angry marine flaming sand*

So the storm, guess its better than death snow....

*slowly rotating the hot dog on a stick*
Anyone have any ketchup? Mustard? Relish?