Editing The Consortium (section)

==Divergence: Bloomraep==
The sobbing filled the small room, reverberating off the tight walls. Like music it stimulated the two observers as they watched their charge with a look not unlike hunger. Despite his ancient machinery and long dead machine brain, Lord Lolcron was touched by the ghostly feeling of arousal. He looked to his left and found The Commissar returning his gaze. They nodded in understanding. The sobbing stopped and Bloomwriter realized that his captors were standing over him.<br>
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He looked first in confusion, then shock and finally horror as the Necron Lord brandished a rusted pole that creaked as it rose to 2 o'clock, little pieces of corroded metal jutting out like splinters. The Commissar, not to be outdone, slipped on a condom with iron studs the size of a thumb, twisting it onto his foot long man hoist with great care. As the rubber band snapped around the end of the meat shaft the red eyed Bloomwriter winced, eyes beginning to moisten.<br>
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"You take the back, Xenos scum?" The Commissar asked, grinning from ear to ear. Lord Lolcron nodded enthusiastically for a centuries old machine.<br>
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The door closed behind them with a resounding thud.<br>