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	She took his hand, squeezing it.		She took his hand, squeezing it.

	"I am now".		"I am now."

	Good God-Emperor that was way too much proof-reading. I don't even know if I got all the mistakes. Anon 2: I think I fixed most of the remaining mistakes but this was a real slog...		Good God-Emperor that was way too much proof-reading. I don't even know if I got all the mistakes. Anon 2: I think I fixed most of the remaining mistakes but this was a real slog...

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	"I am now".		"I am now".

	Good God-Emperor that was way too much proof-reading. I don't even know if I got all the mistakes.		Good God-Emperor that was way too much proof-reading. I don't even know if I got all the mistakes. Anon 2: I think I fixed most of the remaining mistakes but this was a real slog...

	=== Riders of the Storm ===		=== Riders of the Storm ===

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	Arriving at the road in front of the manor, he saw many car, some with the Imperial Aquila. His friends were probably having an after-funeral celebration. Oh Lord, this is going to be awkward, Pius thought. The insignia with Luna Wolves were crossed with strips of black cloth to mourn his death. The front garden was empty. He looked at the majestic house. The windows were closed, and he couldn't see a thing of what was happening inside. "Oh, this is not good" said Julius, walking down the paved path in the grass. When he was near the steps, he started hearing voices from inside.		Arriving at the road in front of the manor, he saw many car, some with the Imperial Aquila. His friends were probably having an after-funeral celebration. Oh Lord, this is going to be awkward, Pius thought. The insignia with Luna Wolves were crossed with strips of black cloth to mourn his death. The front garden was empty. He looked at the majestic house. The windows were closed, and he couldn't see a thing of what was happening inside. "Oh, this is not good" said Julius, walking down the paved path in the grass. When he was near the steps, he started hearing voices from inside.

	"He was a good man," someone - maybe Jake but Pius couldn't tell with certainty- "...we will all miss him". He rang the bell on the door. As voices picked up, the scarred soldier could hear somebody walking to the door. A girl with metal hands opened the door.		"He was a good man," someone - maybe Jake but Pius couldn't tell with certainty- "...we will all miss him." He rang the bell on the door. As voices picked up, the scarred soldier could hear somebody walking to the door. A girl with metal hands opened the door.

	"Hello Farah," saluted Julius. The daughter of Ferrus Manus stared at him, silenced by what she was seeing.		"Hello Farah," saluted Julius. The daughter of Ferrus Manus stared at him, silenced by what she was seeing.

	"Is this for me?" he said pointing at the glass of wine she was holding in one hand. "Very nice of you". She didn't move a muscle. He grabbed the glass of wine from her hand and emptied it in one go. "Thank you, I'll need it."		"Is this for me?" he said pointing at the glass of wine she was holding in one hand. "Very nice of you." She didn't move a muscle. He grabbed the glass of wine from her hand and emptied it in one go. "Thank you, I'll need it."

	He moved past her and turned left, walking down the corridor to the living room. He looked at the people in the room: Freya and Thangir where sitting in a corner of the room, speaking quietly with Remilia, Miranda and Nate. Venus and Jake were ~~conforting~~ Isis, sitting in the couch, her face buried in his hands. Remilia was with them, standing behind the daughter of Horus. Angela and Micheal had been chatting with Farah, before she left to open the door.		He moved past her and turned left, walking down the corridor to the living room. He looked at the people in the room: Freya and Thangir where sitting in a corner of the room, speaking quietly with Remilia, Miranda and Nate. Venus and Jake were comforting Isis, sitting in the couch, her face buried in his hands. Remilia was with them, standing behind the daughter of Horus. Angela and Micheal had been chatting with Farah, before she left to open the door.

	"Well, I'm glad you missed me so much" Julius started.		"Well, I'm glad you missed me so much," Julius started.

	The room became silent. The eyes of every person turned to him. Isis became white a bed sheet, eyes wide open. She stared at him with those orange eyes. Jake's jaw dropped, Venus simply stared at him, eyes wide, hands over her mouth. The other had similar ~~reaction~~.		The room became silent. The eyes of every person turned to him. Isis became white as a bed sheet, eyes wide open. She stared at him with those orange eyes. Jake's jaw dropped, Venus simply stared at him, eyes wide, hands over her mouth. The other had similar reactions.

	"Guys...come on guys, you are scaring me! Say something," Julius said. Nobody spoke. "It's like you have seen a ghost" he joked. Nobody moved. Leaving the glass on a small table, he walked over to Isis, squeezing her hand. "Hon, come on" he tried. He dragged her on her feet, hugging her in the process. "Isis, come on, say something/"		"Guys... come on guys, you are scaring me! Say something," Julius said. Nobody spoke. "It's like you have seen a ghost" he joked. Nobody moved. Leaving the glass on a small table, he walked over to Isis, squeezing her hand. "Hon, come on," he tried. He dragged her on her feet, hugging her in the process. "Isis, come on, say something."

	The Firstborn touched his cheek with one hand, as to control he wasn't a ghost. "You...you're alive," she whispered, so low that even Freya had trouble hearing her.		The Firstborn touched his cheek with one hand, as to control he wasn't a ghost. "You...you're alive," she whispered, so low that even Freya had trouble hearing her.

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	"What?" said a woman on his left him. The man turned to observe her. A long white tunic with red trims and a blue turban.		"What?" said a woman on his left him. The man turned to observe her. A long white tunic with red trims and a blue turban.

	"Nothing." No more he would leave his house; No more he would leave his loved one.		"Nothing." No more he would leave his house; No more he would leave his loved one. For he had done both of them already too many times.

	For he had done both of them already too many times.

	After another hour, he finally found himself in front of the check-point. Extracted the documents from the pocket in his coat, he handed them with his scarred hand. The arbiter examined the documents with a black expression. When suddenly his jaw dropped. "Citizen, are these your documents?"		After another hour, he finally found himself in front of the check-point. Extracted the documents from the pocket in his coat, he handed them with his scarred hand. The arbiter examined the documents with a black expression. When suddenly his jaw dropped. "Citizen, are these your documents?"

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	"What?" said a woman on his left him. The man turned to observe her. A long white tunic with red trims and a blue turban.		"What?" said a woman on his left him. The man turned to observe her. A long white tunic with red trims and a blue turban.

	"Nothing". No more he would leave his house; No more he would leave his loved one.		"Nothing." No more he would leave his house; No more he would leave his loved one.

	For he had done both of them already too many times.		For he had done both of them already too many times.

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	===Back From The Grave===		===Back From The Grave===
	A man with the tattered coat of a ~~geno~~ regiment disembarked from the transport. Breathing in the recycled air of the terminal, he watched the white spires of ~~terra~~ stretch for miles. From the starport he could see the the wall of the Palace, residence of the Emperor of Mankind, and probably one of the most guarded places in the whole universe. Walking down the ramp, the officer adjusted his duffle bag on his shoulder, smelling the hair of his wife. Moving along with the queue, he watched down where the line spit in smaller ~~stream~~, a stream per every Arbites check point. Waiting with growing impatience as the Arbites controlled the other ~~traveller~~'s documents, he toyed with the laces on his bag. He had been away for years, fighting for a handful of dirt on a god-forsaken Abhuman world somewhere in the galactic anus "No more" he said, to nobody in particular.		A man with the tattered coat of a Geno regiment disembarked from the transport. Breathing in the recycled air of the terminal, he watched the white spires of Terra stretch for miles. From the starport he could see the the wall of the Palace, residence of the Emperor of Mankind, and probably one of the most guarded places in the whole universe. Walking down the ramp, the officer adjusted his duffle bag on his shoulder, smelling the hair of his wife. Moving along with the queue, he watched down where the line spit in smaller streams, a stream per every Arbites check point. Waiting with growing impatience as the Arbites controlled the other travelers' documents, he toyed with the laces on his bag. He had been away for years, fighting for a handful of dirt on a god-forsaken Abhuman world somewhere in the galactic anus. "No more," he said, to nobody in particular.

	"What?" said a woman on his left said to him. The man turned to observe her~~. A~~ long white tunic with red trims and a blue turban.		"What?" said a woman on his left said to him. The man turned to observe her, a woman in a long white tunic with red trims and a blue turban.

	"Nothing." No more he would leave his house; No more he would leave his loved one. For he had done both of them already too many times.		"Nothing." No more he would leave his house; no more he would leave his loved one. For he had done both of them already too many times.

	After another hour, he finally found himself in front of the ~~check-point~~. ~~Extracted~~ the documents from the pocket in his coat, he handed them with his scarred hand. The Arbiter examined the documents with a ~~black~~ expression~~. When~~ suddenly his jaw dropped. "Citizen, are these your documents?"		After another hour, he finally found himself in front of the checkpoint. Extracting the documents from the pocket in his coat, he handed them over with his scarred hand. The Arbiter examined the documents with a blank expression when suddenly his jaw dropped. "Citizen, are these your documents?"

	"Yes they are," responded the man.		"Yes, they are," responded the man. The lawman moved a hand under the table. "Any problem, officer?"

	~~The lawman moved a hand under the table. "Any problem, officer?"~~		"Ah... yes, for you." The sound of boots on the stone floor alerted the man. Turning around, he saw a squad of Arbites and enforcers moving towards him. "Impersonating a dead man, or simply using a false identity during an interrogation is a crime," informed the Arbiter, raising himself up on his feet and placing a hand on his holster.

	"Ah... yes, for you." The sound of boots on the stone floor alerted the man. Turning around, he saw a squad of Arbites and enforcers moving towards him. "Impersonating a dead man, or simply using a false identity during an interrogation is a crime," informed the Arbiter, raising on his feet and placing a hand on ~~the~~ holster.

	"What? I'm not impersonating..."		"What? I'm not impersonating..."

	"Silence, you violated the law!" commanded the Arbiter. "Follow us quietly, or do it a body bag."		"Silence, you've violated the law!" commanded the Arbiter. "Follow us quietly, or do it a body bag."

	"Is this the way to treat a veteran?" asked the soldier, eyes wide in confusion.		"Is this the way to treat a veteran?" asked the ex-soldier, eyes wide in confusion.

	"Make ~~you~~ choice, creep."		"Make your choice, creep."

	"I'll follow you."		"I'll follow you."

	"Good, then" complimented the Arbiter~~. Like~~ he had a choice. "You're smart," he added, voice oozing sarcasm.		"Good, then," complimented the Arbiter like he had a choice. "You're smart," he added, voice oozing sarcasm.

			The ex-soldier stared at the interrogation block he was in. The walls were made of ferrocrete, with micro recorders on the walls. The local was simply decorated: a wooden table, and two wooden chairs. What worried the man were the blood spots on both of them. Not the return he had hoped for.

	The ex-soldier stared at the interrogation block he was in. The walls were made of ferrocrete, with micro recorders on the walls. The local was simply decorated: a wooden table, and two wooden chairs. What worried the man were the blood spots on both of them. Not the return he had hoped for. The hours passed. Eventually, after a long time the door opened and the same Arbiter that had arrested him entered the room. Taking one of the chairs -the other was already occupied- ~~the~~ sat and stared at the man. He was hoping for a confession, the veteran knew that. "So... if you think this will unnerve me, you're wrong".		The hours passed. Eventually, after a long time the door opened and the same Arbiter that had arrested him entered the room. Taking one of the chairs -the other was already occupied- he sat and stared at the man. He was hoping for a confession, the veteran knew that. "So... if you think this will unnerve me, you're wrong."

	The Arbiter ~~open~~ a little paper folder he was holding in his hand. "I'm not trying to unnerve you, I'm just waiting for some information".		The Arbiter opened a little paper folder he was holding in his hand. "I'm not trying to unnerve you, I'm just waiting for some information."

	The soldier seemed confused. Then he understood; yes, the gene verification. "Look, friend, this is a piece of advice you'd better take: let me go, now, and nothing will happen to you".		The soldier seemed confused. Then he understood; yes, the gene verification. "Look, friend, this is a piece of advice you'd better take: let me go now, and nothing will happen to you."

	The Arbiter simply laughed in his face. "And this is a piece of advice for you: you might become a comedian, after your time in jail."		The Arbiter simply laughed in his face. "And this is a piece of advice for you: you might become a comedian, after your time in jail."

	The door pommel moved. An ~~enforcer~~ stepped inside the room. The blood had left his face. The Arbiter, not worried one bit by his colleague's appearance, took the documents from his hands and waved it under the nose of the soldier.		The door pommel moved. An Enforcer stepped inside the room. The blood had left his face. The Arbiter, not worried one bit by his colleague's appearance, took the documents from his hands and waved it under the nose of the ex-soldier. "See you, little punk, this is the proof you've lied to me." He took a seat, staring at him and at the photo in the documents. "So let's see..." the lawman started, while the other one left the room.

	~~"See you, little punk, this is the proof you've lied to me." He took a seat, staring at him and at the photo in the documents. "So let's see..." the lawman started, while the other one left the room.~~ "The man you've been impersonating had short, cropped, black hair," he said, comparing the man to the picture. "Check. Brown eyes...check. 5 feet 9...more or less check." Satisfied with his inspection, the man took the other paper, the one his associate had brought in. "But, even with the physical resemblance, there's no way to cheat this test..." he stated, examining the paper. "And here it says you're... Julius Pius."		"The man you've been impersonating had short, cropped, black hair," he said, comparing the man to the picture. "Check. Brown eyes...check. 5 feet 9...more or less check." Satisfied with his inspection, the man took the other paper, the one his associate had brought in. "But, even with the physical resemblance, there's no way to cheat this test..." he stated, examining the paper. "And here it says you're... Julius Pius."

	The Arbiter's jaw dropped; color ~~run~~ from his face. "Sir, I'm sorry but...".		The Arbiter's jaw dropped, color running from his face. "Sir, I'm sorry but..."

	Julius sprang on his feet, throwing the chair away, "Yes, you fool, I'm Julius Pius, son of Ollanius, and future husband of his majesty, Lady Isis!" he yelled, fuming. "And now tell me: do I look dead to you?"		Julius sprang on his feet, throwing the chair away. "Yes, you fool, I'm Julius Pius, son of Ollanius, and future husband of his majesty, Lady Isis!" he yelled, fuming. "And now tell me: do I look dead to you?"

	If a person could disappear, in that moment the Arbiter would have. Looking at the face of the young Pius, "Well...s-sir, The news of your death by e-e-enemy f-fire..."		If a person could disappear, in that moment the Arbiter would have. Looking at the face of the young Pius, he said, "Well...s-sir, The news of your death by e-e-enemy f-fire..."

	"I can't understand when you stutter!"		"I can't understand when you stutter!"

	"... by enemy fire reached Terra some weeks ago." He looked at the built-in crono in his gauntlet. "You are being buried in this very moment." The lawman was considering ~~to shoot~~ himself.		"... by enemy fire reached Terra some weeks ago." He looked at the built-in crono in his gauntlet. "You are being buried at this very moment." The lawman was considering shooting himself.

	"Now, officer... Oh good god, Isis," he said suddenly, staring at the door. He looked at the Arbiter. "Arbiter, I will forget to punish you, if you give me a car and let me go free," he proposed.		"Now, officer... Oh good god, Isis," he said suddenly, staring at the door. He looked at the Arbiter. "Arbiter, I will forget to punish you, if you give me a car and let me go free," he proposed.
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	The Arbiter stood up. "Yes, sir, yes as you wish," he said, opening and keeping the door open for Julius.		The Arbiter stood up. "Yes, sir, yes as you wish," he said, opening and keeping the door open for Julius.

	Five minutes later, Julius was already travelling towards the city of Starselite, where his loved one lived. He had to reach her as fast as possible; he couldn't imagine ~~was~~ his future wife was going through. Using the code the Arbites had provided him, he accelerated on the ~~air way~~, heading towards the surface.		Five minutes later, Julius was already travelling towards the city of Starselite where his loved one lived. He had to reach her as fast as possible; he couldn't imagine what his future wife was going through. Using the code the Arbites had provided him, he accelerated on the airway, heading towards the surface.

	Dead, how weird, he ~~though~~ in his mind. Starselite was a four hour drive from the spaceport, so he had quite a long time to think. "Autopilot engage." The car machine-spirit took control of the vehicle, leaving Pius free to relax and process what happened. He had always considered himself a man-at-arms, a warrior; how else could it have been? His father was Ollanius Pius,hero of the Imperium, and one of the few non-enhanced human to obtain the glory usually reserved for a Primarch.		Dead, how weird, he thought in his mind. Starselite was a four hour drive from the spaceport, so he had quite a long time to think. "Autopilot engage." The car machine-spirit took control of the vehicle, leaving Pius free to relax and process what happened. He had always considered himself a man-at-arms, a warrior; how else could it have been? His father was Ollanius Pius, hero of the Imperium, and one of the few non-enhanced human to obtain the glory usually reserved for a Primarch.

	And now what? This was his last tour with the genos, he was a simple citizen now. He could re-enlist again, sure. But did he really want to? He had seen enough for not only one life, but for ten. He had fought in the mud of the trenches, in the narrow corridors of the hives, in the boiling hot of the jungles. He had fought terrible enemies, and he remembered them, all of them: from the man-eating giants of Coria, to the sea beast of Scilla, to the ab-human warrior-women on Lesbonius. Did he really want to do this again? Maybe. But killing was all he knew. What else could he do? He enlisted when he was barely out of school. What else could he do, he repeated in his mind. And what would his Isis say?		And now what? This was his last tour with the genos, he was a simple citizen now. He could re-enlist again, sure. But did he really want to? He had seen enough for not only one life, but for ten. He had fought in the mud of the trenches, in the narrow corridors of the hives, in the boiling hot of the jungles. He had fought terrible enemies, and he remembered them, all of them: from the man-eating giants of Coria, to the sea beast of Scilla, to the ab-human warrior-women on Lesbonius. Did he really want to do this again? Maybe. But killing was all he knew. What else could he do? He enlisted when he was barely out of school. What else could he do, he repeated in his mind. And what would his Isis say?

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	A man with the tattered coat of a geno regiment disembarked from the transport. Breathing in the recycled air of the terminal, he watched the white spires of terra stretch for miles. From the starport he could see the the wall of the Palace, residence of the Emperor of Mankind, and probably one of the most guarded places in the whole universe. Walking down the ramp, the officer adjusted his duffle bag on his shoulder, smelling the hair of his wife. Moving along with the queue, he watched down where the line spit in smaller stream, a stream per every ~~arbites~~ check point. Waiting with growing impatience as the ~~arbites~~ controlled the other traveller's documents, he toyed with the laces on his bag. He had been away for years, fighting for a handful of dirt on a god-forsaken ~~abhuman~~ world somewhere in the galactic anus "No more" he said, to nobody in particular.		A man with the tattered coat of a geno regiment disembarked from the transport. Breathing in the recycled air of the terminal, he watched the white spires of terra stretch for miles. From the starport he could see the the wall of the Palace, residence of the Emperor of Mankind, and probably one of the most guarded places in the whole universe. Walking down the ramp, the officer adjusted his duffle bag on his shoulder, smelling the hair of his wife. Moving along with the queue, he watched down where the line spit in smaller stream, a stream per every Arbites check point. Waiting with growing impatience as the Arbites controlled the other traveller's documents, he toyed with the laces on his bag. He had been away for years, fighting for a handful of dirt on a god-forsaken Abhuman world somewhere in the galactic anus "No more" he said, to nobody in particular.

	"What?" said a woman on his left him. The man turned to observe her. A long white tunic with red trims and a blue turban.		"What?" said a woman on his left said to him. The man turned to observe her. A long white tunic with red trims and a blue turban.

	"Nothing." No more he would leave his house; No more he would leave his loved one. For he had done both of them already too many times.		"Nothing." No more he would leave his house; No more he would leave his loved one. For he had done both of them already too many times.

	After another hour, he finally found himself in front of the check-point. Extracted the documents from the pocket in his coat, he handed them with his scarred hand. The ~~arbiter~~ examined the documents with a black expression. When suddenly his jaw dropped. "Citizen, are these your documents?"		After another hour, he finally found himself in front of the check-point. Extracted the documents from the pocket in his coat, he handed them with his scarred hand. The Arbiter examined the documents with a black expression. When suddenly his jaw dropped. "Citizen, are these your documents?"

	"Yes they are," responded the man.		"Yes they are," responded the man.
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	The lawman moved a hand under the table. "Any problem, officer?"		The lawman moved a hand under the table. "Any problem, officer?"

	"Ah... yes, for you." The sound of boots on the stone floor alerted the man. Turning around, he saw a squad of Arbites and enforcers moving towards him. "Impersonating a dead man, or simply using a false identity during an interrogation is a crime," informed the ~~arbiter~~, raising on his feet and placing a hand on the holster.		"Ah... yes, for you." The sound of boots on the stone floor alerted the man. Turning around, he saw a squad of Arbites and enforcers moving towards him. "Impersonating a dead man, or simply using a false identity during an interrogation is a crime," informed the Arbiter, raising on his feet and placing a hand on the holster.

	"What? I'm not impersonating..."		"What? I'm not impersonating..."

	"Silence, you violated the law!" commanded the ~~arbiter~~. "Follow us quietly, or do it a body bag."		"Silence, you violated the law!" commanded the Arbiter. "Follow us quietly, or do it a body bag."

	"Is this the way to treat a veteran?" asked the soldier, eyes wide in confusion.		"Is this the way to treat a veteran?" asked the soldier, eyes wide in confusion.
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	"I'll follow you."		"I'll follow you."

	"Good, then" complimented the ~~arbiter~~. Like he had a choice. "You're smart," he added, voice oozing sarcasm.		"Good, then" complimented the Arbiter. Like he had a choice. "You're smart," he added, voice oozing sarcasm.

	The ex-soldier stared at the interrogation block he was in. The walls were made of ferrocrete, with micro recorders on the walls. The local was simply decorated: a wooden table, and two wooden chairs. What worried the man were the blood spots on both of them. Not the return he had hoped for. The hours passed. Eventually, after a long time the door opened and the same ~~arbiter~~ that had arrested him entered the room. Taking one of the chairs -the other was already occupied- the sat and stared at the man. He was hoping for a confession, the veteran knew that. "So... if you think this will unnerve me, you're wrong".		The ex-soldier stared at the interrogation block he was in. The walls were made of ferrocrete, with micro recorders on the walls. The local was simply decorated: a wooden table, and two wooden chairs. What worried the man were the blood spots on both of them. Not the return he had hoped for. The hours passed. Eventually, after a long time the door opened and the same Arbiter that had arrested him entered the room. Taking one of the chairs -the other was already occupied- the sat and stared at the man. He was hoping for a confession, the veteran knew that. "So... if you think this will unnerve me, you're wrong".

	The ~~arbiter~~ open a little paper folder he was holding in his hand. "I'm not trying to unnerve you, I'm just waiting for some information".		The Arbiter open a little paper folder he was holding in his hand. "I'm not trying to unnerve you, I'm just waiting for some information".

	The soldier seemed confused. Then he understood; yes, the gene verification. "Look, friend, this is a piece of advice you'd better take: let me go, now, and nothing will happen to you".		The soldier seemed confused. Then he understood; yes, the gene verification. "Look, friend, this is a piece of advice you'd better take: let me go, now, and nothing will happen to you".

	The ~~arbiter~~ simply laughed in his face. "And this is a piece of advice for you: you might become a comedian, after your time in jail."		The Arbiter simply laughed in his face. "And this is a piece of advice for you: you might become a comedian, after your time in jail."

	The door pommel moved. An enforcer stepped inside the room. The blood had left his face. The ~~arbiter~~, not worried one bit by his colleague's appearance, took the documents from his hands and waved it under the nose of the soldier.		The door pommel moved. An enforcer stepped inside the room. The blood had left his face. The Arbiter, not worried one bit by his colleague's appearance, took the documents from his hands and waved it under the nose of the soldier.

	"See you, little punk, this is the proof you've lied to me." He took a seat, staring at him and at the photo in the documents. "So let's see..." the lawman started, while the other one left the room. "The man you've been impersonating had short, cropped, black hair," he said, comparing the man to the picture. "Check. Brown eyes...check. 5 feet 9...more or less check." Satisfied with his inspection, the man took the other paper, the one his associate had brought in. "But, even with the physical resemblance, there's no way to cheat this test..." he stated, examining the paper. "And here it says you're... Julius Pius."		"See you, little punk, this is the proof you've lied to me." He took a seat, staring at him and at the photo in the documents. "So let's see..." the lawman started, while the other one left the room. "The man you've been impersonating had short, cropped, black hair," he said, comparing the man to the picture. "Check. Brown eyes...check. 5 feet 9...more or less check." Satisfied with his inspection, the man took the other paper, the one his associate had brought in. "But, even with the physical resemblance, there's no way to cheat this test..." he stated, examining the paper. "And here it says you're... Julius Pius."

	The ~~arbiter~~'s jaw dropped; color run from his face. "Sir, I'm sorry but...".		The Arbiter's jaw dropped; color run from his face. "Sir, I'm sorry but...".

	Julius sprang on his feet, throwing the chair away, "Yes, you fool, I'm Julius Pius, son of Ollanius, and future husband of his majesty, Lady Isis!" he yelled, fuming. "And now tell me: do I look dead to you?"		Julius sprang on his feet, throwing the chair away, "Yes, you fool, I'm Julius Pius, son of Ollanius, and future husband of his majesty, Lady Isis!" he yelled, fuming. "And now tell me: do I look dead to you?"
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	"Now, officer... Oh good god, Isis," he said suddenly, staring at the door. He looked at the Arbiter. "Arbiter, I will forget to punish you, if you give me a car and let me go free," he proposed.		"Now, officer... Oh good god, Isis," he said suddenly, staring at the door. He looked at the Arbiter. "Arbiter, I will forget to punish you, if you give me a car and let me go free," he proposed.

	The ~~arbiter~~ stood up. "Yes, sir, yes as you wish," he said, opening and keeping the door open for Julius.		The Arbiter stood up. "Yes, sir, yes as you wish," he said, opening and keeping the door open for Julius.

	Five minutes later, Julius was already travelling towards the city of Starselite, where his loved one lived. He had to reach her as fast as possible; he couldn't imagine was his future wife was going through. Using the code the Arbites had provided him, he accelerated on the air way, heading towards the surface.		Five minutes later, Julius was already travelling towards the city of Starselite, where his loved one lived. He had to reach her as fast as possible; he couldn't imagine was his future wife was going through. Using the code the Arbites had provided him, he accelerated on the air way, heading towards the surface.
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	Jake was the first to recover. "So... why are you alive?"		Jake was the first to recover. "So... why are you alive?"

	Julius separated himself from his soon-to-be wife. "I honestly don't know". This was too much for Isis; she fainted, falling in his arms.		Julius separated himself from his soon-to-be wife. "I honestly don't know." This was too much for Isis; she fainted, falling in his arms.

	The daughter of Horus woke up half an hour later. All the occupants in the room where staring at her, a worried look on their faces. She groaned, raising herself to sit. A hand was touching hers. A man she thought dead was crouched at her side, alive if a bit worn out.		The daughter of Horus woke up half an hour later. All the occupants in the room where staring at her, a worried look on their faces. She groaned, raising herself to sit. A hand was touching hers. A man she thought dead was crouched at her side, alive if a bit worn out.