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I mean she’s a ship, what are chemicals gonna do to her?

Gwen doesn't feel any burning on her skin or on her clothes

just chilling in the mustard gas as it dissipates

Sevatar just blinks as his genetically enhanced body automatically filters the toxins in the air. "This is fine."

The Cloaker attempts to dropkick the mustard gas, apparently mustard gas makes him see heisters.

Insert Purifier being there and unaffected by it because she’s an alien and it doesn’t affect her?

and now she's decapitated and handed to Edinburgh because its funny

"Huh? Did Mutsuki pull another prank?"

“Did you just….?”

"Y E S"

“…Right.” Inset Enterprise sipping on coffee, and looking like shit cause she hasn’t slept for a while…yay PTSD?

"I like this guy." That wasn't good. A compliment from a high ranking officer in a Space Marine Legion infamous for acts of cruel brutality and desecration is a huge red flag, especially when said officer is the Legion's First Captain.

just poking the floor with a knife in boredom

“If you like him now, just give him some rum and let him get drunk.”

"The Night Lords could use a man like you, Shade." Sevatar mused aloud as he picked dried blood from the teeth of his chainglaive. "You might not be Nostraman, but you have the talents that we look for."

“Trust me. He’s going to turn you down.”

"ding ding ding the robo lady is correct i am not interested i'm not a mercenary looking for cash"

"can i even get drunk...ehh what do i know i'm insane crazy and stab things with telephone polls because its funny"

hey shade how much are they paying?

"Suit yourself. But if you ever want some advice on how to leave a lasting impression..." He emphasized his point by running his flensing knife along a strip of human flesh hanging from his belt. "I'm here."