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[Phantom]

"They can be much more than simple Targets, Quarian. Also, very well, creature."

The Ravager sprints over there with significant speed, and threatens each Storm Vermin that does not hand it it's weapons.

[Taricus]

"yeah but it more fun lauching a few dozen rockets into a flock"

[Phantom]

"yeah but it more fun lauching a few dozen rockets into a flock"

"And it would be very joyful if I punctured your Envirosuit and poisoned you with Ichor LQ, but do you see me doing that?"

[NewsMuffin]

The Storm Vermin are either unconscious, or very frightened, and hand you their weapons eagerly.
"When we are done talking, my Skaven would like their weapons back. We are soldiers, not lowly cave rats."

[Taricus]

"Point taken, but is "Ichor" explosive?"

[Phantom]

"To me..."
The Ravager viciously nears a Storm Vermin with one of it's legs...
"You are. You simply tried to kill many for being Human, and you place much pride in your species...

And Quarian, the Blue Ichor you have seen is quite explosive, it was a mechanism we engineered to spread it."

[NewsMuffin]

"Of course! The Skaven race will inherit the world once the time of plague comes."

[Phantom]

"Tell me, where is your home..."

The Ravager turns towards them.

"I would like to...
...Share some of the Ichor with them."

[NewsMuffin]

"SkavenBlight, the origin of all Skaven kind."
Grudge glares at the Ravager.
"You shall not."

[Taricus]

"Oohhh, the blue stuff is explosive, Nice"

((Is there any sort of map we could use for reference?))

[Phantom]

"Perhaps if you stop being a Zealot, I won't..."

The Ravager looks upward.

"But the Foreman's are not so merciful..."

[NewsMuffin]

"I am merely acting as a Skaven should. Maybe it is you who needs to be kinder."

[Phantom]

"So a, Skaven..."

The Ravager says it with disgust.

"Should act like a Zealot and a Nationalist?"

[Taricus]

"Ah well, I better check out my quarters."

[NewsMuffin]

"Yes-yes."
Grudge removes the banner pole from his back, plants it in the ground, and leans his weight on it.