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"I think that my genetically engineered Astartes physiology is the only thing preventing me from having an aneurysm in reaction to the sheer stupidity, for lack of a better word, of this spectacle."

"Brother-Leiutenant, I am just simply too dumbstruck"

Azumi left the bar... only to return with this.



"Hello dear friends!" She squealed in excitement "Hive Fleet Marshmallows just gave me these wonderful baby Hormagaunts! They're like little puppies!"

The baby tyranids were giving the Astartes in the bar puppy eyes. Azumi was doing the same because she's objectively cuter.

Kiyohime and Ren entered the bar as well.

"Anchin-sama are those...?" Kiyohime stammered

"Yeah, mom's been hangin' around a hive mind. Let's, uh, go somewhere else..."

They left in with terror in their eyes.

He reached down and picked one up still slackjawed. "I......"

It was at this point that the sheer incomprehensibility of this whole situation finally broke Lieutenant Tolmeron, and he proceeded to turn and leave the bar silently.

Drael sighed. "At least they're cute..."

He did agree that Azumi was significantly cuter. "So you have Disco, Mr. Tinkles, Cookies, and these Hormagaunts?"

Andrew picked one of the baby Tyranids up. "How did you domesticate these, Ms. Azumi?"

Andrew had a lot of respect for Azumi regardless of her childlike and innocent antics. Part of him really believed that if Azumi ever got angry (provided she was capable of even getting angry) that she could possibly be a galactic and perhaps even universal-scale threat, but it was unlikely due to them sharing the spirited, kind-hearted, carefree, happy-go-lucky attitude.

Mathius couldn't help but come out and picked one up and cradled it and started cooing and speaking in "baby voice" to the adorable Tyranid. "Such a cute baby boy! Yes he is!"

"…"

He looked at Theo equally as bewildered.

He sat lounging in a chair with his pipe smoking some cherry tobacco. He ordered an Old Fashioned.

"Welcome back, Doctor" He brought the doctor his drink and a Roy Rogers for Luke, his son and gave Luke a coloring book.

Theo tries his best to remain outwardly calm, knowing that Luke would like seeing a superhero like Iron Man.

"Am I a hero, though? Who am I really? No, get it together, Theo. Don't let them see what's going on behind the scenes. They can never know. No one can ever know."

Luke sipped his soda and looked around taling everything on. He set his drink down "we had a spelling test. I hot a 97!"

Dr. Swordson smiled "great job, Little Bear"

He glanced over at Theo and quietly gestured towards Luke, and then at Theo's chest, then at his wrist where his bracelet had the device to deploy a War Machine armor. He then perked a brow with a grin.

Theo tilts his head in confusion, not understanding.

He mouthed the word "suits" as he gestured and pantomimed as if he were getting into his War Machine armor..

Theo nods, and presses a button on the satchel he usually carries, causing the Mark 46 Iron Man armour to fold out from it and attach to him.

Andrew tapped the band around his wiltlrist. Within mere seconds, his Mark 3 War Machine armor flew through the door and he stepped into it