"I'll say."
"I may be a doctor, but I can't, erm...fix infertility, after all."
"Something weird will probably happen. That's usually how it goes around here."
Aleksandr issued a nostalgic glance towards a toaster inscribed with the symbol of the Adeptus Mechanicus, issuing a deep sigh.
Where have the times gone... It would be nice to hear that Binharic squawk once more more
Where have the times gone... It would be nice to hear that Binharic squawk once more more
He put down his phone, a bit surprised by the fact multiple people discussing his infertility.
“Geez, you guys are hung up on that. I’m just an alien, maybe there’s like a big mother creature producing a bunch of my species. Maybe I do parthenogenesis, I dunno. Don’t care enough to find out.”
“Geez, you guys are hung up on that. I’m just an alien, maybe there’s like a big mother creature producing a bunch of my species. Maybe I do parthenogenesis, I dunno. Don’t care enough to find out.”
Apollo Meyer wrote:
He glanced up at Aleksandr again, "Aeldari again?... Sir, I told you, I have no clue what I am. And I'm fairly certain Aeldari don't exist in my universe. I'm just a 'genetic salad' as far as I understand, which renders me sterile. No clue how my species will live on." Apollo shrugged
After making such a strange retort, he returned back to his game; frowning as a creeper blew up his house.
After making such a strange retort, he returned back to his game; frowning as a creeper blew up his house.
"Don't be so glum! Whatever a doctor can't help, magic can!" Basil said optimistically, from inside Apollo's game. She was hovering on her broomstick inside the rubble of the destroyed house.
Apollo stared back at his game, letting out a long sigh. “I’m good. Thank you.”
He clenched his jaw and laid down his phone with the screen facing the table.
He clenched his jaw and laid down his phone with the screen facing the table.
Basil warped thru a hole in the ceiling.
"Well that's ok. The meaning of life is about living it! You're doing that just perfectly~"
Basil's eyes gave a smile - as she lacked a jaw - and she sipped a drink mysteriously into her cranium thru a silly straw.
"Well that's ok. The meaning of life is about living it! You're doing that just perfectly~"
Basil's eyes gave a smile - as she lacked a jaw - and she sipped a drink mysteriously into her cranium thru a silly straw.
Narrowed his gaze.
My.. my... what will those Aeldari come up with next, hrmph... parthenogenesis... next you're going to say you build a cocoon to pupate in... direct thine pointed ears hither and listen well lad.
He pointed to his chainsword
I've seen the insides of a fair few Aeldari in my day and the chainsword was not the only weapon I used for such explorations, I think I know an Aeldari when I see one, denial is not just a river on Terra! come now, there's nothing wrong with a bit of ancestral shame, you needn't deny your kinship... you think I'm not agonized every waking moment by the thought that every heretic and traitor was once our own, well I am, but it doesn't mean I go around telling people I'm not human... ohhh... don't be so down
Aleksandr snapped his fingers at one of his guard
" Go bring the boy some gingerbread... ehrm.. candy... whatever it is that Aeldari eat. "
He then turned back to Apollo
" You've merely lost your mirth, your bravado, your vigor, your urge to procreate... I've seen many a guardsman with the same look upon your face... in my day I'd usually strap them to the front of an aquila lander and take them for a spin, it'd fix them right up... barring a few accidents... damned administratum banned the practice afterwards... something about it being unethical... the surviving guards told me it was a surreal experience anyhow, I know precisely what you need.... COMBAT ! yes... WAR !... I'll take you Ork hunting with me next time I go, teach you about the birds and the bees so to speak, the so called talk... and about the responsibilities vested therein, what say you my boy ? "
My.. my... what will those Aeldari come up with next, hrmph... parthenogenesis... next you're going to say you build a cocoon to pupate in... direct thine pointed ears hither and listen well lad.
He pointed to his chainsword
I've seen the insides of a fair few Aeldari in my day and the chainsword was not the only weapon I used for such explorations, I think I know an Aeldari when I see one, denial is not just a river on Terra! come now, there's nothing wrong with a bit of ancestral shame, you needn't deny your kinship... you think I'm not agonized every waking moment by the thought that every heretic and traitor was once our own, well I am, but it doesn't mean I go around telling people I'm not human... ohhh... don't be so down
Aleksandr snapped his fingers at one of his guard
" Go bring the boy some gingerbread... ehrm.. candy... whatever it is that Aeldari eat. "
He then turned back to Apollo
" You've merely lost your mirth, your bravado, your vigor, your urge to procreate... I've seen many a guardsman with the same look upon your face... in my day I'd usually strap them to the front of an aquila lander and take them for a spin, it'd fix them right up... barring a few accidents... damned administratum banned the practice afterwards... something about it being unethical... the surviving guards told me it was a surreal experience anyhow, I know precisely what you need.... COMBAT ! yes... WAR !... I'll take you Ork hunting with me next time I go, teach you about the birds and the bees so to speak, the so called talk... and about the responsibilities vested therein, what say you my boy ? "
"Errm, I think Minecraft has plenty of combat." Basil said, hoping the young one wouldn't be brought into real war.
Basil wrote:
"Errm, I think Minecraft has plenty of combat." Basil said, hoping the young one wouldn't be brought into real war.
Aleksandr issued a loud laugh, slapping his knee
I think it'll take more than laying mines, ba-hah, even the dumbest, most incompetent guardsman can put down some mines, they usually don't see much action, I'm talking about the frontlines!
"I, uh...would think that not everyone is suited for direct combat like that?"
" Well ofcourse not, we've got to get him some fatigues, a helmet, a flak vest and a lasgun... then he'll be suited for combat! "
"Again, he doesn't seem the type for frontline combat..."
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