[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXXXVI

[Rebonack]

The SPESS MEHREENS look about as sharp as a bag of spoons.

But unfortunately they're zealous spoons. Which is the worst kind. Nice laid back spoons are totally okay. But as soon as spoons become zealous then you've got trouble.

Jeany gets a hand up, now glaring rather venomously as the MEHREENS. Huh...

Since when was one of her four arms some kind of weird bony rifle? That must have been a pretty recent development. Hmmm... And it would appear as though her other upper limb has been replaced with a rather unfriendly looking scythe blade.

"That was really rude," the defective genestealer snarls, a rather murderious edge creeping into her voice. "I really think you shou-GUH!"

Guh? She thinks they should Guh? That doesn't make any sen-

Oh.

She just collapsed on the ground in the fetal position, tail wrapped around herself and all four hands clutching her head as she shivers in absolute terror as a bodiless malevolence peers through her bone and flesh and mind and soul.

The Hive Mind is met with one tiny, lone voice muttering over a broken Synapse. Oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods...

As soon as the massive insectoid being shows up a cry of, "FOR DUH EMPRAH!" rises from the four MEHREENS! Three of them level their heavy DERP guns and open fire while the fourth charges up his HUURP cannon!

DERPADERPADERPADERPADERPADERPADERPADERPA!

HUURRRRRRRRRRRP!