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	Depending on how many assassins were waiting for Kyandra at the ambush point, much blood could be spilled this night.		Depending on how many assassins were waiting for Kyandra at the ambush point, much blood could be spilled this night.

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	Angrel gestured for Kyandra to kneel in front of her statue of the Emperor, which she did. Angrel kneeled so that the two of them were facing each other, and spoke:		Angrel gestured for Kyandra to kneel in front of her statue of the Emperor, which she did. Angrel kneeled so that the two of them were facing each other, and spoke:
	“So, sister Kyandra. Tell me what troubles you.” Kyandra ~~hesistated~~ for a moment before responding:		“So, sister Kyandra. Tell me what troubles you.” Kyandra hesitated for a moment before responding:
	“I have been having…feelings for a male cadet, a Commissar named Nayren. I have spoken to him on only a few occasions, but the other day he came into my room while drunk-“, Angrel looked taken aback, and Kyandra rushed to elaborate, “-nothing happened, of course. It’s just that I get the feeling he is attracted to me, and I confess that the feeling is, if ever so slightly, mutual.” Angrel’s expression remained more relaxed than Kyandra had expected.		“I have been having…feelings for a male cadet, a Commissar named Nayren. I have spoken to him on only a few occasions, but the other day he came into my room while drunk-“, Angrel looked taken aback, and Kyandra rushed to elaborate, “-nothing happened, of course. It’s just that I get the feeling he is attracted to me, and I confess that the feeling is, if ever so slightly, mutual.” Angrel’s expression remained more relaxed than Kyandra had expected.
	“Are you seeking specific guidance in this particular matter, or are you more concerned with how a servant of the Emperor should deal with their fleshly urges?”		“Are you seeking specific guidance in this particular matter, or are you more concerned with how a servant of the Emperor should deal with their fleshly urges?”

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	More writefaggotry from the guy who did ''[[Saving Selena]]'', posting under a "Selena" trip. The story is yet to be completed, but the writefag claims he will eventually finish it. It was an attempt to cover the long neglected idea of a high school in the land of [[grimdark]], the original idea featuring Coach Kharn, who did not make it in due to him being [[Kharn\|such a great guy]].		More writefaggotry from the guy who did ''[[Saving Selena]]'', posting under a "Selena" trip. The story is yet to be completed, but the writefag claims he will eventually finish it. It was an attempt to cover the long neglected idea of a high school in the land of [[grimdark]], the original idea featuring Coach Kharn, who did not make it in due to him being [[Kharn\|such a great guy]].

			Not to be confused with [[HS40K]].

	==Introduction==		==Introduction==

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	==Introduction==		==Introduction==
			In the Schola Progenium on Klysus IV a Stormtrooper, Commissar, or aspiring Battle Sister did not leave the academy until the Ecclesiarchy deemed them ready. To avoid any particular Progena (the word for graduates of the Schola) from deeming themselves better than or inferior to their brethren, the age at which a Cadet became a Progena was standardized. It differed from Schola to Schola, but the Schola's that sent their Progena to the battlefield at the age of 18 usually were avoided by any Sororitas order, Stormtrooper unit, or Commissariat that had a choice. In the 41st Millennium, young teenagers were not a rare sight on the battlefield, but they did not make the best soldiers. On Klysus IV, they prided themselves as creating the best soldiers and servants of the Emperor. 21 was the age, and nobody was accepted into the academy after the age of 6.
	In the Schola Progenium on Klysus IV a Stormtrooper, Commissar, or aspiring Battle Sister did not leave the academy until the Ecclesiarchy deemed them ready. To avoid any particular Progena (the word for graduates of the Schola) from deeming themselves better than or inferior to their brethren, the age at which a Cadet became a Progena was standardized. It differed from Schola to Schola, but the ~~Schola’s~~ that sent their Progena to the battlefield at the age of 18 usually were avoided by any Sororitas order, Stormtrooper unit, or Commissariat that had a choice. In the 41st Millennium, young teenagers were not a rare sight on the battlefield, but they did not make the best soldiers. On Klysus IV, they prided themselves as creating the best soldiers and servants of the Emperor. 21 was the age, and nobody was accepted into the academy after the age of 6.

	==Chapter One==		==Chapter One==

	Cadet Nayren was 19. He was a Commissar cadet, and it had been 13 years since his father was sent to Armageddon as a front-line Lieutenant. Apparently he and his unit had blasted through a bunch of Orks with flamers and ran screaming into Ghazghkull Thraka himself. A couple of years later, he got the news and was shipped off to the Schola with a Missionary constantly reminding him that it was his turn to make a difference in the Imperium, before moving off to another mewling orphan and telling him the exact same thing. Nayren was past such childishness by now, however. In a few years he would be a junior Commissar in the glorious armies of the Imperium of-		Cadet Nayren was 19. He was a Commissar cadet, and it had been 13 years since his father was sent to Armageddon as a front-line Lieutenant. Apparently he and his unit had blasted through a bunch of Orks with flamers and ran screaming into Ghazghkull Thraka himself. A couple of years later, he got the news and was shipped off to the Schola with a Missionary constantly reminding him that it was his turn to make a difference in the Imperium, before moving off to another mewling orphan and telling him the exact same thing. Nayren was past such childishness by now, however. In a few years he would be a junior Commissar in the glorious armies of the Imperium of-
	“FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!”		“FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!”
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	“I’d prefer if it stopped her breathing completely, or at least from talking about the Emperor all the time”. Nayren frowned.		“I’d prefer if it stopped her breathing completely, or at least from talking about the Emperor all the time”. Nayren frowned.
	“We are Imperial servants, if she wants to talk about the Emper-“		“We are Imperial servants, if she wants to talk about the Emper-“
	“Not that, you know what I mean. Bla bla bla, swearing is a disgrace to the Emperor’s ears, bla bla bla sexual activity is a distraction to our eternal service, ~~et cetera”~~. Zane growled. He was the kind of man who said what was on his mind, and that didn’t rub well with the Sisters in training. Even Nayren, who in several years would probably be a fanatical no-nonsense Commissar (at least when in front of the men), found their devotion tiresome sometimes.		“Not that, you know what I mean. Bla bla bla, swearing is a disgrace to the Emperor’s ears, bla bla bla sexual activity is a distraction to our eternal service, etcetera”. Zane growled. He was the kind of man who said what was on his mind, and that didn’t rub well with the Sisters in training. Even Nayren, who in several years would probably be a fanatical no-nonsense Commissar (at least when in front of the men), found their devotion tiresome sometimes.
	“Well, what about the scrumball championship? The Sisters are pretty damn fanatical about our Schola’s sports.” Zane rubbed his head in response.		“Well, what about the scrumball championship? The Sisters are pretty damn fanatical about our Schola’s sports.” Zane rubbed his head in response.
	“Pretty fucking fanatical about their sparring sessions as well”		“Pretty fucking fanatical about their sparring sessions as well”
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	==Chapter Two==		==Chapter Two==

	Ten minutes until the big game. The scrumball championships. Zane was more animated now, Grent was shoving everything that moved and punching grav-lockers, Nayren was engaging in some light calisthenics. Zane was giving a pep speech to the nine team members, six of which were Stormtrooper cadets and looked to Zane with a respect that they would give a Commissar cadet:		Ten minutes until the big game. The scrumball championships. Zane was more animated now, Grent was shoving everything that moved and punching grav-lockers, Nayren was engaging in some light calisthenics. Zane was giving a pep speech to the nine team members, six of which were Stormtrooper cadets and looked to Zane with a respect that they would give a Commissar cadet:
	“Two years in a row we’ve beaten these bitches, who spend all day prayin’ and none trainin’. Are you the guys who are going to let them get one up on us?”		“Two years in a row we’ve beaten these bitches, who spend all day prayin’ and none trainin’. Are you the guys who are going to let them get one up on us?”
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	==Chapter Three==		==Chapter Three==

	Zane woke up in the infirmary again, but by the Emperor, he woke up smiling. It would take more than a running reverse punch (and a very good one, he admitted) from a spitting Cyrene to dampen his spirits. They had won the scrumball championship, and they had done it in style. Zane paid no heed the odd glowing-eye trick Cyrene had pulled: they had won fair and square.		Zane woke up in the infirmary again, but by the Emperor, he woke up smiling. It would take more than a running reverse punch (and a very good one, he admitted) from a spitting Cyrene to dampen his spirits. They had won the scrumball championship, and they had done it in style. Zane paid no heed the odd glowing-eye trick Cyrene had pulled: they had won fair and square.

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	Zane grinned and wandered off to join his team for the post-game celebrations.		Zane grinned and wandered off to join his team for the post-game celebrations.

	Cyrene, who had gone from abject terror at what she had seen to blinding rage (hence Zane’s hospitalization) and back to abject terror, was currently in the Arch-Confessor of Klysus IV’s personal chapel. The Arch-Confessor’s name was Morus, and he was a formidable man in many ways. His age was unknown, but he (very) rarely remarked that he used to be a Steel Legion Stormtrooper who had fought in the First War for Armageddon over a century ago. As he appeared to be a man in his early fifty’s, this claim was looked upon with some ~~scepticism~~. However, few brooked the subject with him willingly. Whenever the First War was mentioned in his presence, he reacted badly. Out of respect for the grizzled priest’s position, the issue was avoided.		Cyrene, who had gone from abject terror at what she had seen to blinding rage (hence Zane’s hospitalization) and back to abject terror, was currently in the Arch-Confessor of Klysus IV’s personal chapel. The Arch-Confessor’s name was Morus, and he was a formidable man in many ways. His age was unknown, but he (very) rarely remarked that he used to be a Steel Legion Stormtrooper who had fought in the First War for Armageddon over a century ago. As he appeared to be a man in his early fifty’s, this claim was looked upon with some skepticism. However, few brooked the subject with him willingly. Whenever the First War was mentioned in his presence, he reacted badly. Out of respect for the grizzled priest’s position, the issue was avoided.

	Morus was dressed in a combination of military and Ecclesiarchal dress that looked any good only on him, and his glowing Rosarius completed what was quite an impressive effect. As both the head religious and civil official of the Schola, Cyrene had decided he was the first person she should talk to her about her vision. Morus sat her down, offered her a drink that was politely-but-firmly declined, and then sat at his large desk.		Morus was dressed in a combination of military and Ecclesiarchal dress that looked any good only on him, and his glowing Rosarius completed what was quite an impressive effect. As both the head religious and civil official of the Schola, Cyrene had decided he was the first person she should talk to her about her vision. Morus sat her down, offered her a drink that was politely-but-firmly declined, and then sat at his large desk.
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	Grent was running down the hallway, bellowing for the Sister to stop. She did, and turned.		Grent was running down the hallway, bellowing for the Sister to stop. She did, and turned.
	“Sistuh Angrul! I…uhhh…I was wondering…” Grent seemed to lose some of his confidence under her imperious gaze, but dug deep and summoned the strength he needed.		“Sistuh Angrul! I…uhhh…I was wondering…” Grent seemed to lose some of his confidence under her imperious gaze, but dug deep and summoned the strength he needed.
	“You see ~~Sistuh…the~~ EMPRA needsh children to fill out his armies, and you got legs like them…uhh…Eldar! So ima-gin’ if we could make really TALL AND FAST SOLDIERSH-“		“You see Sistuh...the EMPRA needsh children to fill out his armies, and you got legs like them…uhh…Eldar! So ima-gin’ if we could make really TALL AND FAST SOLDIERSH-“
	The Sister looked as if someone had hit her in the ovaries with a falcon-grade punchhammer. Nayren was worried she was going for her knife, but a Commissar-lecturer intervened.		The Sister looked as if someone had hit her in the ovaries with a falcon-grade punchhammer. Nayren was worried she was going for her knife, but a Commissar-lecturer intervened.
	“SOLDIER, WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR ARE YOU DOING? THIS BEHAVIOR WOULD WARRANT A STIFF FLOGGING BACK IN THE GUARD, AND-“		“SOLDIER, WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR ARE YOU DOING? THIS BEHAVIOR WOULD WARRANT A STIFF FLOGGING BACK IN THE GUARD, AND-“
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	Unfortunately, two sober people were perfectly capable of catching his drift.		Unfortunately, two sober people were perfectly capable of catching his drift.

	Kyandra ~~kneeled~~ silently in meditation, ignoring the pain from her post-game bruising and exhaustion to venerate the Emperor. She was also thinking: what had happened to Cyrene? Kyandra was sure she could have scored, but something seemed to distract her. Speaking of which, where was Cyrene? She had left immediately for the Arch-Confessor’s office a while ago and had not accompanied her dejected team from the field. Whatever it was, it must be important. Kyandra allowed a flash of annoyance to cross her face. It had BETTER be important.		Kyandra knelt silently in meditation, ignoring the pain from her post-game bruising and exhaustion to venerate the Emperor. She was also thinking: what had happened to Cyrene? Kyandra was sure she could have scored, but something seemed to distract her. Speaking of which, where was Cyrene? She had left immediately for the Arch-Confessor’s office a while ago and had not accompanied her dejected team from the field. Whatever it was, it must be important. Kyandra allowed a flash of annoyance to cross her face. It had BETTER be important.
	She allowed another distracting thought to cross her mind. How was Nayren? She shook her head, finished her prayers, and got up to leave the dormitory that she shared with Cyrene. As she did, a group of men that she recognized as the scrumball team she had just played run past the door, yelling and hooting rubbish as they made their way down the Sister’s accommodation along the lines of:		She allowed another distracting thought to cross her mind. How was Nayren? She shook her head, finished her prayers, and got up to leave the dormitory that she shared with Cyrene. As she did, a group of men that she recognized as the scrumball team she had just played run past the door, yelling and hooting rubbish as they made their way down the Sister’s accommodation along the lines of:
	“WE WON, THE EMPEROR FAVORS US, LIFT YOUR GAME SISTERS!”		“WE WON, THE EMPEROR FAVORS US, LIFT YOUR GAME SISTERS!”
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	==Chapter Four==		==Chapter Four==

	Arch-Confessor Morus was not only at the top of the Schola’s Ecclesiarchal hierarchy, he was also the Schola’s administrator. So when word spread that one of the Commissar-Lecturers had executed a student for heresy, he was one of the first to know. With a nagging suspicion that the cause of this incident would be known to him, he briskly made his way to the classroom to question the Commissar and students.		Arch-Confessor Morus was not only at the top of the Schola’s Ecclesiarchal hierarchy, he was also the Schola’s administrator. So when word spread that one of the Commissar-Lecturers had executed a student for heresy, he was one of the first to know. With a nagging suspicion that the cause of this incident would be known to him, he briskly made his way to the classroom to question the Commissar and students.

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			{{Story}}
	More writefaggotry from the guy who did [[Saving Selena]], posting under a 'Selena' trip. The story is yet to be completed, but the writefag claims he will eventually finish it. It was an attempt to cover the long neglected idea of a high school in the land of [[grimdark]], the original idea featuring Coach Kharn, who did not make it in due to him being [[Kharn\|such a great guy]].		More writefaggotry from the guy who did [[Saving Selena]], posting under a 'Selena' trip. The story is yet to be completed, but the writefag claims he will eventually finish it. It was an attempt to cover the long neglected idea of a high school in the land of [[grimdark]], the original idea featuring Coach Kharn, who did not make it in due to him being [[Kharn\|such a great guy]].

1d4chan>NightRapier at 03:53, 17 July 2008

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	More writefaggotry from the guy who did [[Saving Selena]], posting under a 'Selena' trip. The story is yet to be completed, but the writefag claims he will eventually finish it. ~~The story~~ was an attempt to ~~write on~~ the long neglected idea of a high school in the land of [[grimdark]], the original idea featuring Coach Kharn, who did not make it in due to him being [[Kharn\|such a great guy]].		More writefaggotry from the guy who did [[Saving Selena]], posting under a 'Selena' trip. The story is yet to be completed, but the writefag claims he will eventually finish it. It was an attempt to cover the long neglected idea of a high school in the land of [[grimdark]], the original idea featuring Coach Kharn, who did not make it in due to him being [[Kharn\|such a great guy]].

	==Introduction==		==Introduction==

1d4chan>NightRapier at 14:15, 16 July 2008

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	More writefaggotry from the guy who did [[Saving Selena]], posting under a 'Selena' trip. The story is yet to be completed, but the writefag claims he will eventually finish it. The story was an attempt to write on the long neglected idea of a high school in the land of [[grimdark]], the original idea featuring Coach Kharn, who did not make it in due to him being [[Kharn\|such a great guy]].		More writefaggotry from the guy who did [[Saving Selena]], posting under a 'Selena' trip. The story is yet to be completed, but the writefag claims he will eventually finish it. The story was an attempt to write on the long neglected idea of a high school in the land of [[grimdark]], the original idea featuring Coach Kharn, who did not make it in due to him being [[Kharn\|such a great guy]].

	==~~Chapter One~~==		==Introduction==

	In the Schola Progenium on Klysus IV a Stormtrooper, Commissar, or aspiring Battle Sister did not leave the academy until the Ecclesiarchy deemed them ready. To avoid any particular Progena (the word for graduates of the Schola) from deeming themselves better than or inferior to their brethren, the age at which a Cadet became a Progena was standardized. It differed from Schola to Schola, but the Schola’s that sent their Progena to the battlefield at the age of 18 usually were avoided by any Sororitas order, Stormtrooper unit, or Commissariat that had a choice. In the 41st Millenium, young teenagers were not a rare sight on the battlefield, but they did not make the best soldiers. On Klysus IV, they prided themselves as creating the best soldiers and servants of the Emperor. 21 was the age, and nobody was accepted into the academy after the age of 6.		In the Schola Progenium on Klysus IV a Stormtrooper, Commissar, or aspiring Battle Sister did not leave the academy until the Ecclesiarchy deemed them ready. To avoid any particular Progena (the word for graduates of the Schola) from deeming themselves better than or inferior to their brethren, the age at which a Cadet became a Progena was standardized. It differed from Schola to Schola, but the Schola’s that sent their Progena to the battlefield at the age of 18 usually were avoided by any Sororitas order, Stormtrooper unit, or Commissariat that had a choice. In the 41st Millenium, young teenagers were not a rare sight on the battlefield, but they did not make the best soldiers. On Klysus IV, they prided themselves as creating the best soldiers and servants of the Emperor. 21 was the age, and nobody was accepted into the academy after the age of 6.

			==Chapter One==

	Cadet Nayren was 19. He was a Commissar cadet, and it had been 13 years since his father was sent to Armageddon as a front-line Lieutenant. Apparently he and his unit had blasted through a bunch of Orks with flamers and ran screaming into Ghazghkull Thraka himself. A couple of years later, he got the news and was shipped off to the Schola with a Missionary constantly reminding him that it was his turn to make a difference in the Imperium, before moving off to another mewling orphan and telling him the exact same thing. Nayren was past such childishness by now, however. In a few years he would be a junior Commissar in the glorious armies of the Imperiu of-		Cadet Nayren was 19. He was a Commissar cadet, and it had been 13 years since his father was sent to Armageddon as a front-line Lieutenant. Apparently he and his unit had blasted through a bunch of Orks with flamers and ran screaming into Ghazghkull Thraka himself. A couple of years later, he got the news and was shipped off to the Schola with a Missionary constantly reminding him that it was his turn to make a difference in the Imperium, before moving off to another mewling orphan and telling him the exact same thing. Nayren was past such childishness by now, however. In a few years he would be a junior Commissar in the glorious armies of the Imperiu of-