Editing Clavessa Secundus (section)

== Writefaggotry ==

'''Split Xeno/Guardsman Penry and the No Good, Very Bad Night'''
''the very first writefaggotry on the very first thread. Without this the thread might've just up and died and the entire Neglecta sector might never have been''

>Be me, Imperial Guardsman Penry

>Just took some temperate world, looks like one of those old colony sorts

>Hear about Orks dying for seemingly no reason on the planet

>Probably just some silly local myths or something

>Hear about monsters inside men from the locals

>Yeah, probably genestealers or minor daemons

>Laugh about it, relax on the first normal Emperor-damned planet we've had the opportunity to stop at for a time

>Week later, exploring the planet, find a gigantic field filled with dead Orks

>Gettheflamers.jpg

>Burn as many of those goddamned xenos carcasses as we can

>Notice some fellow guards hesitating for some strange reason, but don't report it-- Commissar's a huge bitch

>"Hey Penry, these all look like that one time you accidentally tossed a grenade into an Ork's mouth"

>"Yeah, guess they do. Weird. Must've ate something bad."

>Nothing happens for another week aside from someone getting shot for trying to peek at the Commissar while showering

>Get up one night to polish my lasgun and give a prayer, don't want it jamming on me

>Notice shapes in one of the storage rooms, peek through door

>Five, maybe six other guardsmen crouching on the floor

>What the fuck are they doing?

>Squint, try not to use light to show them I'm there

>Looks like they're tearing at something, eating it

>Squint harder

>IsthatafuckingOrk




>Back the fuck off and go to get Commissar

>Wake 'em up by shaking the fuck out of 'em

>Get my shit smacked before being told to explain myself

>"Commissar there are some guards in the storage eating one of the Orks we were supposed to burn"

>We head back over, Commissar in cap and jacket and pajamas beneath, myself in my boxers and undershirt with my lasgun and helmet

>Just a green puddle of blood, a hunk of Ork arm, and green bootprints

>"Penry, I want everyone at this base in the mess hall, NOW."

>"Yes S- Ma'am!"

>Go fire off my lasgun, waking as many guard as I can

>Commissar wants everyone in the damn Mess Hall

>Everyone complies

>Everyone stands at attention while Commissar and I walk down the lines, looking for any signs of Xenos consumption

>Order the suspicious ones- about ten out of the bunch- off to the side to be quarantined

>Some of them begin to freak out and spasm, the rest of the guards scatter while the Commissar and I open fire

>Put down four of the guards, immediately get to burning them

>"Didn't know eating Ork does that to a man."

>"It doesn't, Penry."

>Hear screeching from the bodies as they burn

>One starts moving, standing up

>Burnt, charred flesh falls away like a fucking banana peel from something inside

>Stands just taller than a man, with a warped, quad-hinged maw lined with teeth, covered in feathers and quills

>It screams at me and my head begins to ache until the Commissar shoots it in the mouth

>Wipe my nosebleed and open fire as well

>It finally stops moving after we waste our entire clips, but while we're reloading something else happens

>Two separate creatures burst from its chest, covered in the same feathers, and immediately launch themselves into the nearest ventilation shafts

>Fucking hell

>And there are still one or two others that we missed from the main group





>Two little bastards in the vents

>One or two of the bigger ones probably with the other guards

>"Guess we'll have to search agai-"

>Loud crashes and screams from the barracks

>Commissar and I rush over, weapons loaded

>One of the creatures had begun to burst from its host, basically wearing the poor bastard like a halloween costume three sizes too small

>Sharp quills and spiked feathers jutted out from beneath the skin, the opening of its maw bursting the man's head

>Another scream left it, and all the guardsmen clutched their own heads

>The Commissar didn't take it, pumping a few rounds into its chest

>It stopped, only to kill two guards by punching its claws straight through their chests, straight through the imperial body armor so many had been scrambling to get on

>Emperor fucking preserve us

>Everyone able to pick up their lasgun starts firing at it, and it falls in moments

>People stop to reload, but the Commissar just picks up another nearby loaded gun and keeps firing, killing the two smaller beasts that tried to burst from its chest

>One and the two smaller ones left, we think

>More fucking screams

>We follow the sound outside, weapons at the ready






>Fucking xenos

>Flat plains all around the base

>Best light we have are the base's lamps that barely fucking work and the moonlight

>Tall shapes surrounding the base, we notice, and they begin to walk closer 

>They look like the fucking xenos we've been killing all this time, but a little stockier, a bit greener

>The guard begins firing without question, every man aiming to take one down to avenge their fallen brothers in arms

>Commissar demands they kill the xenos threat, then grabs me and drags me back inside

>"We're getting a smaller one to take to the Ordo Xenos."

>"Is that a good idea?"

>"It is if I say it is, Penry."

>"Yes, ma'am."

>Start hunting through the building for the bastard, focusing as hard as I can to listen for them in the vents

>In a darkened hallway, something launches out of the nearby duct and tries to run down the hall

>The commissar cripples one of its legs, sending it tumbling before she then fell upon it with her own jacket, wrapping it up like a pissed off snake

>The second lunges for her as well, but I manage to throw it off with a shot to the face, sending it screeching down the hall into the dark

>Commissar stands and takes my gun in her other hand before ordering me to carry the wrapped up xeno, which was still writhing and screeching in the jacket

>Try to ignore its screams until we make it outside

>A whole lot of green and red outside, but nothing's moving

>Commissar just ignores it, and leads me to the vessel we're using to get to the nearest other base to contact the Ordo Xenos

>Stash the xeno into a footlocker and lock it up. Dead or alive, it'll be of use

>We blast off, and take a moment to calm down and have breakfast

>Check vital signs on the ship

>4 living beings on board

>"Hell."


'''Commissar Volkovs Report on X4'''

>A random warp-fueled mutation in a creature now extinct, this species of psuedo-arachnid xenos is a strange being to be studied further.

>Its original ancestor is likely either extinct or endangered, having lost the parasitic arms race that makes up this planet's food chain-- or, as the locals say, the food cycle.

>It feeds on what we can only assume to be some form of warp essence or energy, specifically from living organisms. It is dangerous enough on its own, but there are other reasons to avoid them.

>Just being around it puts one at unease, though it is no larger than what one might consider a small pet. No matter how many times you cut it, it eventually grows back unless burned away. It seems to have strangely sophisticated hunting methods, though no 
equivalent to eyes, a nose, or even a mouth.

>Its carapace exoskeleton is not the toughest, but it grows back at an alarming rate, and if one were to cut the creature into multiples it will just grow whatever parts it is missing back, even if only a leg is left. This can be countered by burners, lascannons, and meltas.

>Its reproduction cycle is deadly as well; slashing with its claws, though not the most fatal ability in its repertoire, will leave the victim with the minuscule offspring which will eventually develop into a full grown individual if not removed.

>The host will die from the process, but autopsies of those guardsmen who fell victim to it have no real wounds aside from the bite, and are otherwise fine. Their brain, their body, both seem to be in perfect health, yet it stops functioning altogether.

>We have loaded the functional corpses and shipped them off to the nearest forgeworld for conversion or study. That seemed to please the Magos greatly. 

>After the initial autopsies we realized some of the men that were being hunted had... Psyker potential.

>After they died, there was no discrimination between prey items.

>One last note in my report to the Ordo Xenos, when we were setting up defenses to keep them out- it was practically impossible to hit them with the lascannons due to how well their carapace blends in with the terrain, so we had to wake up some old Mechanicus shield technology- one of the men did manage to get a lucky shot off with a lascannon, destroying one individual of the species entirely.

>After it was gone there was a strange flash, and Guardsman Richards, the man who had killed it, was writhing on the ground.

>He screamed about the fallen guardsmen, about how they were there, how they were angry and hurt and "broken."

>I shot him in the head on the spot, fearing what such warp-induced madness may bring.

>I would like for an Inquisitor to be dispatched for research purposes. The Magos is highly competent in their own way, but I would like someone handier with a weapon around.

>For now, we are just keeping the base protected from the terrors of this planet with the shields we have gotten up and running. I do not plan to allow any of my men to be infected with the heresies of the dead.

>Signed, Commissar Volkov.

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