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...Ohdear.
*Puts on some mirrored sunglasses and rushes into the basement*
No more deaths on my watch. I'm fething done with these random esoteric threats that can kill you for thinking about them too hard.

*Starts towing out a missle out from the wreckage of the battle barge*

You say something?

*Mumbles about how to fire it...*

*Hits it with wrench*

*Leaves rest to imagination*

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
*Starts towing out a missle out from the wreckage of the battle barge*

You say something?

*Mumbles about how to fire it...*

*Hits it with wrench*

*Leaves rest to imagination*

*dives into Bunker and dodges the missile*

[Daemonette is sitting cross legged in the middle of an almost entirely empty basement looking entirely too cheerful] [She then holds up a single metal box, and a diagram of how to turn the remaining space into a large ball pit]

*Close proximity renders cover really gakky*

*Mutters FETH before the bomb goes off*

*Bomb goes off*

*Small crater where wreckage of battle barge was*

*No sign of chapter master*

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Daemonette is sitting cross legged in the middle of an almost entirely empty basement looking entirely too cheerful] [She then holds up a single metal box, and a diagram of how to turn the remaining space into a large ball pit]

*falls through the basement ceiling in front of the daemonette*
Knew I should've invested in a different flooring material other than cardboard.
*stands up and dusts self off*
Fancy meeting you here.

*Gestures and points at the metal box*
Could I please have that? The thing inside is quite possibly the single most deadly object in the system.

 War Kitten wrote:

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
SAME gak DIFFERENT SMELL FETH OFF

*Mumbling something about finding a vortex warhead and testing WK...*

*laughs*
Good luck finding a vortex warhead near hear. The nearest Deathstrike launcher is 3 systems away

Make dat 5 systems, cuz I looted dat one, remember dat? I came in ridin' on it and we almost all got sucked inta da Warp again! Wot good times. I fancy I'll loot meself another one sometime soon, heheh.

[Daemonette stares at Verviedi meaningfully and holds up ball pit plans, but doesn't retract the box from view] [She instead tosses it gently with one hand and it shrinks in size by a few centimetres before she catches it again]

*floats past to a sub basement*

Nothing ro worry about, only a few experiments on best way to breed Orcs, not orks..... Ok, not orks.

*falls asleep standing up in the basement*

*Sounds of loud hammering and construction from sub basement*

*Flees the basement as fast as possible, and slips over a pile of mail*
Oh, that looks like an official Inquisition seal.
"Due to your refusal to conform with Imperial tax policy, and renew your personal identification papers, an agent of the Inquisition will arrive today to force compliance. Good day.
-Inquisitor Vladimir"
...Get the barricade-building materials.

[Sits up in alarm at the word "Inquisition"]
Not again...
[Daemonette looks disappointed and put box on floor, before wandering back upstairs and sitting next to BC]

You really need to hide.
[Daemonette snuggles into BC's greatcoat defiantly]

[Closes eyes and winces]...I wonder if they keep my hotel room booked in hell.

 Verviedi wrote:
*Flees the basement as fast as possible, and slips over a pile of mail*
Oh, that looks like an official Inquisition seal.
"Due to your refusal to conform with Imperial tax policy, and renew your personal identification papers, an agent of the Inquisition will arrive today to force compliance. Good day.
-Inquisitor Vladimir"
...Get the barricade-building materials.

*an explosion rattles the Room and a burnt Inquisitor corpse flies through the window*
I think your friend found the minefield I had installed...
*sipping coffee and leaning against a wall*

...So you killed an Inquisitor on a scheduled visit. [Stares at WK]
[Stares at ceiling] I hope they make it brief when they nuke us.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
...So you killed an Inquisitor on a scheduled visit. [Stares at WK]
[Stares at ceiling] I hope they make it brief when they nuke us.

*pulls out a slightly charred document from the Inquisitor's pocket*
It wasn't a scheduled visit. That letter was an attempt to throw us into disarray. This young fellow wanted the glory of capturing Verviedi, so he decided to go lone wolf on us. He failed.
*completely unphased*

[Looks nervously at WK] You're sure? I don't want to go back to prison.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Looks nervously at WK] You're sure? I don't want to go back to prison.

*tosses the letter to BC*
Well if I'm wrong you probably won't live to tell me you told me so. I, on the other hand, would probably survive the nuke just fine.

...I think we have the scheduled visitors on our hand.
*All psychic abilities immediately stop working, and a crushing weight is felt on the souls of everyone in the Room*

*kicks the burnt corpse underneath a nearby bed*
*whistles innocently and begins walking towards the PDF Barracks*

[Stares at ceiling] [Daemonette shivers and covers face as her illusion of appearance and allure is disabled]
[Looks down] Don't be silly, now. [Leans and uncovers face] Half of the people here already know you're a daemon, and the other half are barely sentient. Plus, I think you're lovely.

But please, get in the tank. We can't protect you very well if you won't take cover- [Deep thudding of heavy containers colliding with the roof and ground outside]

*Completely horrified and bleeding from one ear due to the null aura*
That was three containers. Judging by that aura, one is already here. Take cover. Get as far underground as you can. All four are coming after us.
*Nondescript PDF Guardsman appears behind WK*

[Daemonettr stumbles into butter tank, and the tank enters siege mode]

...You seem to know a lot about this. What are they dropping on us?
[Reaches into greatcoat and pulls out a small modified drone] [Tosses it into the air, where it starts hovering in slow circles around Verviedi]
Something from Co'tor, it only really does shields.

Assassins, presumably. Emperor knows we have certainly warranted it.
*Turbo-Penetrator round hits the side armor of the Butter-tank, leaving a foot-wide crater*
Yep. Assassins.

We? Hell no, bud. I fake-died already. I'm off the grid. [Backs away from Verviedi] I even stopped all of the live streams and got the videos scrubbed. You have no idea what I had to do to convince her of that...

[Hit in the shoulder by a small dart] [Pulls it out and licks tip] Huh. Good news is, they're using tranqs.

*darts pass through harmlessly*

I feel faint.... Like..... *vanishs into thin air and only manifests as a voice on the wind*

This is odd. What kind of sourcey.....

*Giant object falls through the sky, landing on the vindicare, crushing him to bloody viscera.*

FETH YOU YOU FETHING ASSASSINO'S! HOW ABOUT YOU GO AND SUCK THE HIGH FETHS OF TERRA'S DICKS AGAIN?!?!?!

*Slaps Calidus in face, obliterating it instantly*

TWO FETHED, TWO TO FETH!!!

*Looks around for location of other two*

*slowly begins to reform as negative energy is lessening*

That was a odd feeling. .....

What in the warp was that?

Ah feth, is it a bad time to mention I haven't been paying the registration fees for the knarlocs?