Editing Rape of an Eldar (section)

==Alternative Alternative Ending==

The xeno went limp as life left it's body and it's soul was dragged screaming into the warp. The Guardsmen were halfway back to their APC when they heard the distinctive sound of a bolt pistol being armed. They turned slowly and looked into the piercing eyes of their Commissar. They knew that they were about to die.

"Consorting with xenos," said the Commissar, his voice perfectly level and as hard as adamantium as he listed their heresies. "Abandoning your position, turning your back to an enemy, conduct unbefitting an Imperial Guardsman, Looting, Rape and Idleness."

The Guardsmen said nothing. Nothing they could say would change what was about to happen.

"By the authority invested in me by the Commissariat and the Emperor I hereby sentence you to death."

One of the Guardsmen was crying now, fat salty tears leaving trails in the grime that coated his face.

"Before I kill you however, I must know, to which regiment do you belong?"

The ringleader, his face showing a weary acceptance of his fate replied.

"'''THE ARISTOCRATS'''"

But the remaining Guardsmen expressions seem to changed, they smiled slyly and nodded to each other. Just then, a Guardsman behind the Commissar shoved him very hard, knocking him to the mud. Being attacked in surprise, the Commissar dropped his bolter pistol, the squad Sergeant picked it up and looked at the Commissar and smiled. 

"Well, well... it seems that we have another fun here"

A Guardsman knelt down beside the Commissar and removed his pants and his comrades do the same thing, he touched at the Commissar's ass and his face frowned.

"After that Eldar slut, this is too rough, we need something to make it is smoother"

"I have something, guys" said another Guardsman as he pulled from his coat a can of vegetable oil.

"Shall we enjoy some fun, sir?" The Sergeant grinned in joy.

The Commissar's screams of agony could be heard for miles.