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"Wolf tendons are at high risk in this place, it seems. Your wounds should have healed by now, and the shrapnel has been dissolved and removed. We heal fast, affording little time to loiter around with a compress and a band-aid. I rarely bother with wildlife, but we can investigate if you desire."

"Ultramarines? My least favorite."
((Well, 17 was the least mental of my characters. In fact, most of the time he was gone directing a military force attempting to take control of Tau Ceti. More specifically in a different universe,))

((You've got a knack for making unhinged chars. They're so bent that they jump right through disbelief and out the other side.))
"Why, how can you despise the most devout of Mankind's defenders, to whom even other Space Marines can only consider themselves inferior? Those giants among men who die stupidly in reckless charges, leaving gigantic breaches in defensive lines for enemies to pour through? They who uphold the Codex to such extent that they ignore it, happily reigning over a small empire of their own, saturated in indoctrination?! You traitor. blam."

*The Tyrant chuckles, and offers to give Berkar a lift on its back, saying in amusement:*

"Study? Without the Magos Biologos or the Ordo Xenos? You could be suspected of heresy. Hop on."

"A horrible thing, Chaos. To use man against fellow man like pawns... Regardless... Which one of the aforementioned healers should I take you to? And you have also dodged my question as to the lack of violence towards me."

*The Tyrant senses something slightly off, and also something rather familiar about Berkar.*
"If you don't mind me asking, how and why did you end up here? Also, are you by chance familiar with a Cadian Guardsman named Dariel? You seem alike."

*The Voidblossom buds in the farm start opening up, thick, fleshy spore-filled petals surrounding a soft central spike dripping nectar, exuding a thick, sticky-sweet aroma. The things seem practically designed to be eaten, and the smallest gust of air dislodges the spores, spreading the growth of plant-like shoots. They even seem determined to cling even to bare stone, driving into the tiniest cracks. A pack of flamer-fielding Gargoyles, practically winged Termagants, circle near the Warrior brood, meticulously torching airborne spores that spread outside the area. Other Hormagaunts snip the flower-like bulges and deposit them in a large lump-like thing that cleans them of any spores, then dumps them in a chitin canister.*

((Enjoy a steady crop of overly sweet alien mushroom-flower-fruit things, halfway between plum and apricot as taste.))

*The Tyrant flies in to meet the two new human arrivals.*
"Greetings, please don't shoot me..."

'Several people actually, including myself. But the healing is was all structural.... It still hurts a lot.
Have the shadows been vanquished?'

"I do not know. I was not conscious during the fight, but seeing as they are nowhere to be found, a hazarded answer would be yes. As for the pain, it may simply be a cause of phantom impressions in the pain center; they are not uncommon, even after full structural recovery."
*A pack of Rippers pop up near Iceball, one with a loose sack on its back.*
"Addiction to opiates such as morphine can be quite unpleasant, especially when withdrawl sets in. I would suggest a derivate of a neurotoxin specific to a Catachan plant, common as a pet in many military garrisons. It dampens activity in the pain center of the brain, and leads to gradual normalization of the impression of pain."
*The modified Ripper, sack and all, is waiting on Iceball's foot.*