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	No summary here, read the story. It is too complex to reasonably summarize.		No summary here, read the story. It is too complex to reasonably summarize.

	The epic tale ~~is not yet complete~~, but ~~for now~~ love lives.		The epic tale has been incomplete for a decade now, but love still lives.

	==Author Information==		==Author Information==

1d4chan>Theohedd at 15:04, 16 October 2020

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	Commissar-Techpriestess Gelt love story.		Commissar-Techpriestess Gelt love story.

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Chapter 2

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	Rogal was a simple man, some would say just a good old backwater boy from a backwater planet. Hard working, a simple man, doing what needed to be done. That was true. That also meant that Rogal had a very strong sense of right and wrong. That sense had been triggered, he had just been nearly half naked in front of this techpriestess. He quickly tucked his singlet back into his trousers, and coughed. "Thank you kindly again for the drink, Priestess. Is there anything I can do for you?"		Rogal was a simple man, some would say just a good old backwater boy from a backwater planet. Hard working, a simple man, doing what needed to be done. That was true. That also meant that Rogal had a very strong sense of right and wrong. That sense had been triggered, he had just been nearly half naked in front of this techpriestess. He quickly tucked his singlet back into his trousers, and coughed. "Thank you kindly again for the drink, Priestess. Is there anything I can do for you?"
	Octavia just stood ~~their~~, her mind going faster than she had ever thought possible. She managed a quiet "eep"		Octavia just stood there, her mind going faster than she had ever thought possible. She managed a quiet "eep"
	Rogal leaned closer, "Beg pardon, Priestess?"		Rogal leaned closer, "Beg pardon, Priestess?"
	"...eep"		"...eep"

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	=== Chapter 2 ===		=== Chapter 2 ===
	Octavia's mind reeled, the greenskin, its grotesque teeth, the stench of death and unwashed fungus, still played through her head, no matter how many times she tried to delete the memory, how many instances of the replay she closed, it wouldn't leave her alone. She sat on a table, her legs dangling, a mug of hot recaf in her cool metal hands, her mechadendrites, busying themselves with trying to clean her robes, powered by nervous energy. Beside her, leaning on the table, stood Rogal, still covered with dust and thick brackish xeno's blood. He stood, jaw set, as he watched the clean up, work benches righted, damaged tools set aside for repairs, as the work began once more. Rifles were set aside, tools were picked up, and a cold, somber mood set over the to be constructed mess. With an angry grunt, Rogal pushed himself from the table, and returned to the wood pile. In his anger, he didn't notice he was followed. Grabbing an axe, he selected the biggest hardwood log he could find, set it on the block, and began to hack into it.		Octavia's mind reeled, the greenskin, its grotesque teeth, the stench of death and unwashed fungus, still played through her head, no matter how many times she tried to delete the memory, how many instances of the replay she closed, it wouldn't leave her alone. She sat on a table, her legs dangling, a mug of hot [[recaf]] in her cool metal hands, her mechadendrites, busying themselves with trying to clean her robes, powered by nervous energy. Beside her, leaning on the table, stood Rogal, still covered with dust and thick brackish xeno's blood. He stood, jaw set, as he watched the clean up, work benches righted, damaged tools set aside for repairs, as the work began once more. Rifles were set aside, tools were picked up, and a cold, somber mood set over the to be constructed mess. With an angry grunt, Rogal pushed himself from the table, and returned to the wood pile. In his anger, he didn't notice he was followed. Grabbing an axe, he selected the biggest hardwood log he could find, set it on the block, and began to hack into it.

	Octavia followed the hulking commissar, obeying some deep rooted instinct buried in her fleshbrain. She tried to distract herself from the memories of the ork by trying to find out a reason for this, but all that did was push the movies past the ork, and to when she had seen the commissar. Her mind now tried to reconcile what she had seen, how he had moved, such strength, such raw power, used to destroy something so utterly, now, being used to create. She found a stump to sit on, and began watching the commissar once more. Her mind noted how his axe swing was flawless, perfectly done to minimize wasted energy, and maximize chopping power, how the muscles moved in his arms with each swing. She watched as he removed his Armour and his shirt, leaving him clad in a thin white singlet, now wet with perspiration. Her potential coil surged to life, and her mechadendrites began to primp and preen, various unexplained commands being logged to her memnorbanks.		Octavia followed the hulking commissar, obeying some deep rooted instinct buried in her fleshbrain. She tried to distract herself from the memories of the ork by trying to find out a reason for this, but all that did was push the movies past the ork, and to when she had seen the commissar. Her mind now tried to reconcile what she had seen, how he had moved, such strength, such raw power, used to destroy something so utterly, now, being used to create. She found a stump to sit on, and began watching the commissar once more. Her mind noted how his axe swing was flawless, perfectly done to minimize wasted energy, and maximize chopping power, how the muscles moved in his arms with each swing. She watched as he removed his Armour and his shirt, leaving him clad in a thin white singlet, now wet with perspiration. Her potential coil surged to life, and her mechadendrites began to primp and preen, various unexplained commands being logged to her memnorbanks.

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	Scraps of .drm files flitted past, along with the various memnorpicts that had been taken recently. All of them, containing in one way or another, the Commissar. Various notes and addendum showed how she had noticed things, from his efficiency at chopping wood,		Scraps of .drm files flitted past, along with the various memnorpicts that had been taken recently. All of them, containing in one way or another, the Commissar. Various notes and addendum showed how she had noticed things, from his efficiency at chopping wood,
	"To how he appears to be well in proportion," Caelistis said, before giggling, "~~Your~~ infatuated."		"To how he appears to be well in proportion," Caelistis said, before giggling, "You're infatuated."
	Octavia pouted, folding her arms and a set of mechadendrites, "I am not. maybe. We'll run some tests then?"		Octavia pouted, folding her arms and a set of mechadendrites, "I am not. maybe. We'll run some tests then?"
	Caelistis laughed again, "Yes. Tests. Whatever you want to call them. Look, why don't you go and take your report over to him, and test all you want?"		Caelistis laughed again, "Yes. Tests. Whatever you want to call them. Look, why don't you go and take your report over to him, and test all you want?"

1d4chan>Not LongPoster Again: Not LongPoster Again moved page Commissar Techpreistess love story to Commissar Techpriestess love story: Spelling.

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Not LongPoster Again moved page Commissar Techpreistess love story to Commissar Techpriestess love story: Spelling.

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