Editing Marcius Flavius (section)

== Story 19 ==

For the first time in the two centuries spent as a Battle Brother Marcius Flavius felt depressed. His will and resolve were strong even when boarding the infamous Khornate cruiser Bronze Axe, when he fought the unending wave of greenskins on Armageddon, and even when he was ambushed by a Lictor with no other weapons than his ceramite-clad fists. This world was strange, alien, and only the intense hypnotic indoctrination held his mind together. 
Captain Picard was not happy. Far from it.

"Marcius, that WAS a Cardassian Ambassador and his troupe."

"I WAS INSTRUCTED THAT WE ARE NOW AT WAR WITH THE XENOS WITH RIDGES ON THEIR FACES."

"That's the Klingons Marcius, not the Cardassians!"

"THEY STILL HAVE RIDGES. I THOUGHT THEY WERE A BOARDING PARTY."

"For God's sake, people were shouting at you to stop!"

"FOR ALL I KNOW THEY COULD HAVE BEEN TAKEN HOSTAGE, MIND CONTROLLED OR STUPID. I ONLY LISTEN TO THE CAPTAIN'S ORDERS."

"*I* was shouting at you too!"

[COUGH]

"Is that how a Space Marine of your universe conducts himself? Imagine how your superiors would react if you shot an alien ambassador in the head, vaporising it, and then kicked the headless corpse into the wall so hard that it left a dent!"

Captain Picard recoiled in a mixture of terror and surprise. Nothing sounds like a giggle amplified by Astartes power armor.

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