Editing Marines Immaculate (section)

==Forge World Bubos IX==

The crackling of the vox woke up the heretic lord. Rolling out of his perfectly tailored bedsheets he gestured to his polished servitors and they began to completely clean the entire chamber. He grabbed his orthodontal cleansing rod and ocular liquidrops and began the morning ritual. ten times on all sides. His face, once normal but now raw and red from years of consistent scrubbing gazed back at him from the mirror. He would have the apothicleanery attach more pure skin soon. He simply could not have a face that was as tore apart as that of a nurglite. With his gloves on (as ever) he began to inspect his armor for blemishes, marks that would single him out as unclean. satisfied that the armor was sufficiently pure he slowly donned it, preparing it in bleach and incantations of cleanliness the entire time. he then made his way to the bridge of the shining ship. He arrived on the immaculate bridge as the men were beginning one of their hourly scouring rituals. He breathed in good pure air and turned to his aide. The aide, wordlessly pointed at a viewscreen showing the forge world Bubos IX. 

"Forge worlds," the bright lord growled, "a stain on the galaxy and an abomination to the clean one. Their pollutants and sooty factorums must be cleansed lest they push forth their filth onto the entire galaxy. How soon till arrival?" 

The navbot replied with, "Eta of exactly 10 minutes, sir." 

The lord again took a deep breath of fresh scented air and said, "Good. Prepare the instruments of purification." 

The men scrambled to the lower bays. All around the ship soft jazz sounded, the soothing tones of the cleanest. The vessel emerged from the warp in a jolt of dazzling energy above the forge world. From belowdecks the cry came over the vox. "The weapon is ready my lord... FOR THE BLEACH GOD!" 

"For the bleach god," came the reply. The lord moved his vessel into position. It had to be perfect. Just the right alignment. Just the perfect order. no mistakes could be made. Nary a single blemish could escape. From the commscanners came an alarm, the forge world PDF had seen the glittering vessel and had launched interceptor frigates. The lord laughed a crisp, clean laugh and ordered the gunners "fire lye cannons. Let us clean these scum." 

The cannons blasted forth in a blaze of light and the frigates shuddered at the impact. The report from the cannons came again, and a third time. At the third blast, the PDF cruisers broke apart, their hulls unable to stand the consistent barrage of purity washing over them. The cannons fired twice more. 

Satisfied that the ship was now in prime position, he calmly strode over to the command chair and sat down in its squeaky clean cushion. He got on the vox and said "IMMACULATE MARINES! Once, we were servants to a disgusting, dying emperor and his putrescent filth of an empire, now we serve one greater. One who will not let the rank disease continue. This day, we show our devotion! This day, we rain clean death upon the servants of the maggot king! This day, WE CLEANSE!" And at that, he pressed the button. 

The ship's power dimmed as a concentrated UV beam struck the forge world, purging it of all life, germs, filth and atmosphere. The planet, now evaporated into chunks of pure rock and chrome, flung itself apart as the servants of the great clean one sang in exultation of their service to the bright god. the lord ordered the astro techs to find another target and make all haste to getting there. 

One world cleansed, millions left.