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So you've never dealt with women? Feth... the excuses people of this universe come up with...

*Walks off frustrated*

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
So you've never dealt with women? Feth... the excuses people of this universe come up with...

*Walks off frustrated*

It is the truth. In the grim darkness of this universe, there is only war. There is precious little time for anything else. In a way my relationship is almost a miracle
[looks happy]

Oh really? All that grimdark gak? In my universe us Humans were on the brink of extinction. We still loved, and that is what helped us get through it.

*Walks up to BC*

*Grabs him by the collar*

*Leans in real close*

Think long and hard about what you have done.

*Pushes him back and walks away*

[Follows] It's not an excuse.. I'm a commissar. We're raised in segregated Scholas, then dragged straight off to war. Those of us who aren't chemically deadened simply never see anyone outside their squads. I don't know how to talk to people.
But... Thank you for trying to being nice. [Rubs neck with one hand and slowly backs away]

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Follows] It's not an excuse.. I'm a commissar. We're raised in segregated Scholas, then dragged straight off to war. Those of us who aren't chemically deadened simply never see anyone outside their squads. I don't know how to talk to people.
But... Thank you for trying to being nice. [Rubs neck with one hand and slowly backs away]

[discretely hands BC a book on how to talk to women]

You are a terrible wingman.

I'll go talk to her.
[jogs off after Vanden]

*Sitting on crate*

What do you want?

I came to give you an explanation for my friend back there. You see, he was raised in an environment that was, to put it lightly, hostile towards anything that was not bent towards the glory of the Imperium, and the destruction of it's foes. From the time he was little, he was chem gelded so that he would have no desire for anything other than war. Unbeknownst to him, I've reversed it, so he literally has no idea how to deal with any feelings he might have for you. I'm asking you to have a little patience with him, 20 years of progress can't be overturned in one night.
[hands Vanden a book talking about what the Schola does to it's wards]

Ugh

*Sits back on crate and starts reading book*

*Looks back up*

Thank you...and can you also tell him that im sorry for what i said...

[nods]
I will. Have a good night.
[walks away and passes the message to BC before heading off to the Guard Barracks]

Deploying intervention in 3... 2... 1...
*Romantic smooth jazz begins playing*

[Listens to WK] [Nods and looks a little lost]

... [Stares at Verviedi] What is that music for? [Stretches out on sofa and yawns] It's very soothing. [Yawns again and pulls blanket over, starts napping]

*Increases amps to block out music*

*This war is ours can be heard playing from inside the helmet*

OOC: Serious Avatar Room is serious

OOC Dramatic avatar room is dramatic

OOC: So I messed up quoting BC last page. I called Vanden a Wussy Space Marine

BIC:
*Whispering to Vanden* Wanna buy a love potion? Only 26 Sickles! Or perhaps a book on how to get commissars to come out of their shell? I think we had one over by the self-help books for squid people

 Sgt. Vanden wrote:
OOC Dramatic avatar room is dramatic

OOC: We are slowly but surely turning into a soap opera. Next week we'll play "Whose baby is it?"

*Headbutts Thrakka*

*Continues reading*

OOC Feth...we gotta turn this around...conflict anybody?

Ooc: Already did. You revealed my cartoon commissar avatar had a child without realising.
I'm happy to keep Yarrick politely bewildered by women or anyone being nice to him. I'm not really up for taking it seriously, he's technically not my character.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Ooc: Already did. You revealed my cartoon commissar avatar had a child without realising.

OOC: "Whose Child is it, Round Two"


BIC:
[auto turrets on the Guard Barracks beep and come online, going into defense mode]

Nope. Absolutely nothing I can do is enough to repair your chances there.
*Lays a reassuring hand on BC's shoulder*
At leaat you're still alive, human, and capable of looking moderately threatening in a uniform. The last time I wore formal attire, I was banned from entering a planet.
Yes, the entire planet.

OOC: Conflict is good.

*Puts book down*

*Picks up Battle rifle and scans area*

Multiple hostiles converging on our position. Unknown race.

*Reels back yelling*
OOOOWWWWWW!!! I WAS TRYING TO BE HELPFUL!

Hotstiles? What hostiles?

MORRIGAN! GET DEFENSES ONLINE!

[auto turrets spin up and begin firing on unknown targets]


OOC: Use the auto turrets on the guard barracks if you want. They're NPC, and I'm off to bed

OOC G night, we'll try not to get that far without you

Bic *Begins firing into darkness*

Help would be appreciated...

*Rubs wings together in anticipation*
Ooooh boy! It's been a few years since I had to turn on the guns! This'll be fun!

*ZAPP!! *
*Asher fire everywhere*

OOC: My combat style is more "dronemaster", as I haven't decided exactly what V's weapon loadout actually consists of. Knowing him, it's a nuclear strike beacon attached to a bottle rocket, and a laspistol with several pounds of attachments.

[Sits up] Now this, I understand.
[Sounds siren and alerts guard barracks] [Starts helping organise troops into squads and assigning them defensive locations]

[Drops a call to some of the space wolves still celebrating in the hall to see if their scouts can give any more information on the enemies]

Hm, that's a start...

*Walks up to BC*

Where do you want me?