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[alwaysruns]

[By now, Kara really ought to know better. She's attempted to throw out the Initiative-provided sniper rifle no less than five times. Trash it, shoot it, an attempt to blow it up, dismantling it, throwing it in the river. It always comes back. And this time when she opens her closet, there it is again.]

Godsdammit!

[This time, she tries reaching out to the community at large for more info. When the feed starts, fury and frustration is written all over face.]

So look, does anyone know how to get rid of the damned toaster weapon? It's like having a stray follow you home. Frak. I've tried shooting it, dismantling it, tossing it in the garbage. Just comes back for more. So what's the secret?

[She pinches the bridge of her nose and looks away, muttering more to herself than anything else:]

Where's an airlock when you need one?

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[alwaysruns]

Try exterminators of the human race.

[What is it with these talking machines around here anyway?]

At least you're not another frakkin' skinjob.

[priad]

Sounds like something I'd be inclined to fight, by both duty and personal preference. [ He reaches up, and the sound of him removing his helm is audible, as the seals on it open, exposing his sealed environment to that of the world. The face revealed is a pale-featured giant, black hair coiled on his head in long braids. ]

I'm hardly an exterminator of humanity. My brotherhood was created as its final line of defense, after all.

[ Priad isn't smiling. He rarely smiles. It was often said he looks like a hero is supposed to, in a sort of larger than life way, and there is some truth in this: He looks like he should be slaying dragons somewhere. Without his helm, without the tinny vox-emitted sound of his voice through a filter, he still sounds too deep voiced to be an entirely normal human, but that impression is in line with his seemingly one scale too big features. ]

And what, pray tell, is a skinjob?

[alwaysruns]

Whoa...

[That wasn't something Kara was expecting and for once she's not immediately even more suspicious. Now she's interested. Mostly because she's trying to figure out how to use whatever that suit was to try to get a one-up on the Cylons.]

Cylons went and dabbled in biology, found a way to make themselves look like humans. Right down to blood. But they're still just a pile of circuits and programming.

[priad]

Urgh.... how revolting. To think the human form is so easily emulated by abominable intelligences. If were to see one, I would slay it without compunction.

[ His face takes on a stern look. ]

You have not seen any in your sojourn here, have you?

[alwaysruns]

Not any that I recognize. Yet.

[Although Max is breaking that up really fast.]

Problem is they can look like anyone. Until you run into a copy or have one of them blow a hole in a someone you care about, you don't really know.

And trust me, kill on sight is the best way to handle them. Except then they just download into a new body and come back fresh as a daisy.

[priad]

They sound very much like the Necrons that the Ultramarines have encountered. Of course, their deception capacities are less developed, but the overall idea is the same. What sort of weaponry do they use?

[alwaysruns]

Themselves for one. Seems their raiders download into new bodies just like the skinjobs do. Typical high artillery, blasters, nukes.

[priad]

Sounds dangerous. What are your countermeasures?

[alwaysruns]

Right now, run. There were a few counter strikes, and we took out one of their resurrection ships. They turned around and found us later. We have one battlestar, a handful of vipers and civvie ships with FTL drives. Some of them have ship-to-ship missile capabilities.

The plan is to find a new home to put down and get on with life.