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"Goodie! A bloody mess indeed! I hope her final seconds were agonizing! Don't you?" he said with a similar indifferent look on his face like Verity. "Guess we both on something!"

"Better to not leave them in pieces then." A grim reminder that this man has smashed in people until they were just a red splotch, and even stomped a cockpit in once.

"Dark! Better said by a sadistic boy," he said with a grin on his face.

Xueqing managed to sneak in while remaining invisible.
She then tiptoed to beside the kitchen.

"I hear you, my little dumpling! Maz'Goth! She is not food!" he said with a chuckle.

An audible gasp could be heard.
Well, she got a bit startled and immediately entered the kitchen.

"Hehe. Run, little girl," he said as he had a good laugh. "We will play again later!"

...and just as suddenly would a cyan blur bolt at the exit and completely annihilate it while exiting. Uh okay, she was practicing BLJ and went a little bit excessive.

...and the door respawns.

"Ohh, scary! Blue light. Shiny. Good job destroying the door and bringing it back." He grinned sadistically.

"What can I help you with?"

May the Emperor watch over Arpatia, A formal termination of service was not requested on my end and she was provisionally declared MIA. The guardswoman was a capable soldier doubtless she will do well for herself. I hope she finds her own way to fulfill her duty to the Emperor.

On my part, I must tend to my own duties, the imperial guard is a ceaseless machine and i am charged with ensuring that the inexorable march is sustained. Naturally as the presence of beings within my own universe wanes in this place, I will make myself scarce deferring to a lack of relevance.

A fleeting presence is maintained, mainly on account of Mathius's hospitality but hereforth, the new year shall begin with myself investing my energies wherein there is purpose and reciprocity.

Menial conjecture and irate bickering is best left to the hive scum, I have become averse to that which lacks substance and these mundane cacophonies of passive aggression have become disagreeable with my disposition.

Let it be known that I, Lord General Aleksandr Von Drakenfell, seek amnesty from those whom have been wronged or mocked. My due in coming here was to enrich the setting and find compatriots within my own realm. I have, as of late, detracted from this purpose.

Anywho, that is all from me, dismissed.

He snuck in. He dropped a new plasma launcher behind her to startle her.

Xueqing popped up in the kitchen. It seemed she lagged a bit.
"Well..." She scratched her head, "...here for a look. More that there's someone I don't like out there"

Where did that little girl go? Ah well. And mister major man, Aleksandr. How do you know this Ami went MIA? Do you have solid facts?" he asked with a grin. "Maybe I killed her! Haha!" He gave a good laugh as he stared straight at Aleksandr. "Or perhaps it was Maz'Goth? Who knows. Let your imagination take seed," he said finally as a twisted grin came to his face. "Hail Lilith and Lucifer!"

"Shut up." Verity makes a less than polite hand gesture at Lucien.

"Oh, did I get understand your skin, little soldier girl? Like that other soldier girl? Oh, if it was me, I would have loved her screams," he said laughingly as he looked at her as he was being told to shut up. It was enjoyable to him to get under others skin. "So would you love to hear her screams, too?"

"I'm no soldier. I'm just another person."

"Well you ar..." before he could finish his sentence, a stranger appeared from the dark, a punch to his face which sent him flying across the room. It was none other then Ami Arpatia, but she went by the codename Gravedigger, her purple eyes blankly stared at Variety, her cold and unmoving face showing the war she went through and the troubles she went through to become a Adeptas Sororitas.

She stood there staring up at Maz'Goth as Maz'Goth back away from her form. It was as though she metamorphic into something different, something more cold and distant. She looked at the Lord General and waved her hair in a certain way. "MIA? Hardly, Lord General Aleksandr..." she coldly told him as she took a seat while she kept her eyes on him. "For...the EMPEROR..." she said coldly but with high respects of the Emperor.

"Whoa…nice new look."