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The Formation of 13th Hua Yuan Penal Regiment

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	One by one the collars were broken, Frenzon drained and gathered to brew vicious poisons to coat their blades. Not every collar was removed without sparing the life of the Orchid within, and they had lost many a warrior. These bodies were secreted away quickly as to not reveal their intent. The Iron Orchids trained in secret under the unforgiving eye of Nara Sumas to fight like soldiers and not like gladiators. They became proficient in the art of battle, and slowly learned the ins and outs of their home, learning every duct, corner and door in and out of the ring. The Razorgirls’ newfound prowess drew in greater and greater crowds, the esoteric and seedy forum becoming quite popular with those that could afford the rising entry fees. Such was the popularity that the Iron Orchids became a crowd favorite, individual Razorgirls praised in some circles like Living Saints. Lord Deheim, ever the shrewd the businessman, sought to increase his profits even more. After seeing his favoured warriors finally meet their match with a Catachan Devil, he announced a grand tournament in which each Orchid was going to be faced off against a ferocious Xeno beast, then the survivors pitted against one another to determine the true lord of the pit. This played right into the Razorgirls' plans.		One by one the collars were broken, Frenzon drained and gathered to brew vicious poisons to coat their blades. Not every collar was removed without sparing the life of the Orchid within, and they had lost many a warrior. These bodies were secreted away quickly as to not reveal their intent. The Iron Orchids trained in secret under the unforgiving eye of Nara Sumas to fight like soldiers and not like gladiators. They became proficient in the art of battle, and slowly learned the ins and outs of their home, learning every duct, corner and door in and out of the ring. The Razorgirls’ newfound prowess drew in greater and greater crowds, the esoteric and seedy forum becoming quite popular with those that could afford the rising entry fees. Such was the popularity that the Iron Orchids became a crowd favorite, individual Razorgirls praised in some circles like Living Saints. Lord Deheim, ever the shrewd the businessman, sought to increase his profits even more. After seeing his favoured warriors finally meet their match with a Catachan Devil, he announced a grand tournament in which each Orchid was going to be faced off against a ferocious Xeno beast, then the survivors pitted against one another to determine the true lord of the pit. This played right into the Razorgirls' plans.

	It was the morning of the tournament and the Razorgirls were all ready to meet their fate in the coliseums. The plan was simple-- and most likely to end in failure-- but either way their enslavers would feel their pain and rage. They were ushered into their rings, the teeming masses gathered above the pits to see their favorite fighters. Nara, The She-Wolf as she had been dubbed (named after the terrifying Pit Wolves that hunted men in the sublevels) was held to the end, but she had trained her warriors well. The beasts were unleashed upon groups of Razorgirls, and they went to work. One Orchid would draw the attention of their beast, then draw it either towards the crowd or towards the gate that ushered it in. Their Frenzon-tipped blades would drive the beasts into a deadly frenzy, and the gladiatrices would turn their attentions to the myriad guards, using the crowds and ensuing chaos for cover. The guards attempted to trigger their collars but when they simply split and fell apart they knew the end of the fighting pits had come. The Razorgirls ~~where~~ unbridled.		It was the morning of the tournament and the Razorgirls were all ready to meet their fate in the coliseums. The plan was simple-- and most likely to end in failure-- but either way their enslavers would feel their pain and rage. They were ushered into their rings, the teeming masses gathered above the pits to see their favorite fighters. Nara, The She-Wolf as she had been dubbed (named after the terrifying Pit Wolves that hunted men in the sublevels) was held to the end, but she had trained her warriors well. The beasts were unleashed upon groups of Razorgirls, and they went to work. One Orchid would draw the attention of their beast, then draw it either towards the crowd or towards the gate that ushered it in. Their Frenzon-tipped blades would drive the beasts into a deadly frenzy, and the gladiatrices would turn their attentions to the myriad guards, using the crowds and ensuing chaos for cover. The guards attempted to trigger their collars but when they simply split and fell apart they knew the end of the fighting pits had come. The Razorgirls were unbridled.

	The Orchids in reserve worked against their bonds, assaulting guards, climbing through ducts, escaping the holding pits in any way possible. There was no assumption everyone would survive. The enraged Devils, Knarlocs, Squiggoths and other beasts were let loose on the crowds, their controlling collars torn off by the Orchids. It did not take long for the Orchids to get their hands on Autoguns from slain spectators, then the Lasguns of the guard. The dwelling pits burst open and they rendezvoused with their armed sisters. Shackles were broken and the Orchids that were little more than beasts were given one last dose of Stimm and let loose upon the fleeing masses, ripping and tearing the civilians before falling victim to the titanic beasts or coordinated efforts by the guards. So feared were they that those who still remained to fight in the coliseum prioritised the gladiatrices over the frothing xenos.		The Orchids in reserve worked against their bonds, assaulting guards, climbing through ducts, escaping the holding pits in any way possible. There was no assumption everyone would survive. The enraged Devils, Knarlocs, Squiggoths and other beasts were let loose on the crowds, their controlling collars torn off by the Orchids. It did not take long for the Orchids to get their hands on Autoguns from slain spectators, then the Lasguns of the guard. The dwelling pits burst open and they rendezvoused with their armed sisters. Shackles were broken and the Orchids that were little more than beasts were given one last dose of Stimm and let loose upon the fleeing masses, ripping and tearing the civilians before falling victim to the titanic beasts or coordinated efforts by the guards. So feared were they that those who still remained to fight in the coliseum prioritised the gladiatrices over the frothing xenos.

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With the Colonel

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	"But you want to someone who will allow your men to operate with their 'cultural' differences permitted." I paused, wondering if he knew of my contacts in the Inquisition. "You would have killed me in an instant if you thought I would inform superiors of your Tyranid Dust."		"But you want to someone who will allow your men to operate with their 'cultural' differences permitted." I paused, wondering if he knew of my contacts in the Inquisition. "You would have killed me in an instant if you thought I would inform superiors of your Tyranid Dust."

	"~~Huan~~ Yuan is a dangerous place for off-worlders," he said, eyeing me through the smoky air. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly handed me one of his cigars.		"Hua Yuan is a dangerous place for off-worlders," he said, eyeing me through the smoky air. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly handed me one of his cigars.

	"Welcome to First of Hua Yong. The Hive fleet will fall here, or nowhere."		"Welcome to First of Hua Yong. The Hive fleet will fall here, or nowhere."

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With the Colonel

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	He looked back at me with a wry grin as he lit a cigar with a vaguely familiar odor. As his face settled back to a more somber expression, he continued. "It's no secret among the brass here that a major bug invasion is imminent in the next ten years, and the 1st will be in the thick of it. When the time comes, they could be possibly the most important regiment involved. The problem with our local Commissars is they are only experienced with dealing with our inferior penal regiments. Conscripted losers of gang wars, dosed to the hilt with 'Nid dust, given trash local lasguns, and poured screaming on the Tyranid fire in hopes of quenching it. The leader of our Schola Commissar-General Fengxian is rumored to want to install one of his commissars in the first to expand his influence. His commissars don't care that the Exterminators are specialists, real soldiers, but explaining to a Commissar who leads little better penal units that charging directly through a tunnel after your enemy in a hive is never a good idea, and you're likely to end up with bolter holes in your head."		He looked back at me with a wry grin as he lit a cigar with a vaguely familiar odor. As his face settled back to a more somber expression, he continued. "It's no secret among the brass here that a major bug invasion is imminent in the next ten years, and the 1st will be in the thick of it. When the time comes, they could be possibly the most important regiment involved. The problem with our local Commissars is they are only experienced with dealing with our inferior penal regiments. Conscripted losers of gang wars, dosed to the hilt with 'Nid dust, given trash local lasguns, and poured screaming on the Tyranid fire in hopes of quenching it. The leader of our Schola Commissar-General Fengxian is rumored to want to install one of his commissars in the first to expand his influence. His commissars don't care that the Exterminators are specialists, real soldiers, but explaining to a Commissar who leads little better penal units that charging directly through a tunnel after your enemy in a hive is never a good idea, and you're likely to end up with bolter holes in your head."

	"I believe a commissar who has survived as long as yourself will realize the need for tactical ~~discression~~. Your presence here keeps one of Mao's lackeys from compromising the First. If Mao has the backing of The First he could demand theater command from the Praetorians, the ambitious bastard."		"I believe a commissar who has survived as long as yourself will realize the need for tactical discretion. Your presence here keeps one of Mao's lackeys from compromising the First. If Mao has the backing of The First he could demand theater command from the Praetorians, the ambitious bastard."
	"But you want to someone who will allow your men to operate with their 'cultural' differences permitted." I paused, wondering if he knew of my contacts in the Inquisition. "You would have killed me in an instant if you thought I would inform superiors of your Tyranid Dust."		"But you want to someone who will allow your men to operate with their 'cultural' differences permitted." I paused, wondering if he knew of my contacts in the Inquisition. "You would have killed me in an instant if you thought I would inform superiors of your Tyranid Dust."

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2021-04-28T09:44:04Z

The Formation of 13th Hua Yuan Penal Regiment: The longest piece needed the most refining.

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104.220.162.108: /* 深红恶魔的传说。 */ yeah, so I'm a bit picky on grammar and spelling.

2021-04-28T09:28:03Z

深红恶魔的传说。: yeah, so I'm a bit picky on grammar and spelling.

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	==深红恶魔的传说。==		==深红恶魔的传说。==

	Hua Yuan is a place all about tales~~. From~~ the mundane to the magical. Etched into cathedral walls, whispered amongst social circles, spray painted on hab-block walls, sung about in song and synth. There are few stories that Gardeners will refuse to gossip about ~~out~~. The Crimson Demon is one of these stories. Where he came from, who he was before he put on the mask and jacket, what caused him to fight, no one knows. Some say he was the legendary racer Cho Chung that reigned supreme in the Diamond's Edge before his disappearance in the great Sek-Kip Min Fires. Others say he was a just a worker in a manufactorum, and that his steed came to him as the Emperor did to Mandan the Wise, and gave him his mission. Others say it was always The Ride, and the Demon was simply ~~it's~~ will made human. What is known is the Mask, the Jacket, and The Ride. He appeared first with The Ride, a custom racer as red as blood and built like a weapon of war, angled sheets of armour and a sleek design turned the car into a knife that cut through the cramped spaces of Hua Yuan, letting the devilish speedster gouge through ~~alley ways~~ and plow through crowds. He appeared first in a gang war in the middle of the low hive, a borderline revolt to claim a Lift Spire for themselves. When the gates of the Lift opened and the gangs scrambled to claim it~~. The~~ crowds rushed out, attempting to avoid the gunfire, but a single figure remained ~~in the~~ a racer in a red hood and black leather jumper atop the wheeled beast known only as The Ride. With an inhuman screech he hopped into the machine and barreled into the firefight. It took the driver taking out a heavy gun team in a single u-turn for the gangs to realize that firing at each other wasn't going to get them anywhere.		Hua Yuan is a place all about tales, from the mundane to the magical. Etched into cathedral walls, whispered amongst social circles, spray painted on hab-block walls, sung about in song and synth. There are few stories that Gardeners will refuse to gossip about. The Crimson Demon is one of these stories. Where he came from, who he was before he put on the mask and jacket, what caused him to fight, no one knows. Some say he was the legendary racer Cho Chung that reigned supreme in the Diamond's Edge before his disappearance in the great Sek-Kip Min Fires. Others say he was a just a worker in a manufactorum, and that his steed came to him as the Emperor did to Mandan the Wise, and gave him his mission. Others say it was always The Ride, and the Demon was simply its will made human. What is known is the Mask, the Jacket, and The Ride. He appeared first with The Ride, a custom racer as red as blood and built like a weapon of war; angled sheets of armour and a sleek design turned the car into a knife that cut through the cramped spaces of Hua Yuan, letting the devilish speedster gouge through alleyways and plow through crowds. He appeared first in a gang war in the middle of the low hive, a borderline revolt to claim a Lift Spire for themselves. When the gates of the Lift opened and the gangs scrambled to claim it, the crowds rushed out, attempting to avoid the gunfire, but a single figure remained-- a racer in a red hood and black leather jumper atop the wheeled beast known only as The Ride. With an inhuman screech he hopped into the machine and barreled into the firefight. It took the driver taking out a heavy gun team in a single U-turn for the gangs to realize that firing at each other wasn't going to get them anywhere.

	==Cadences==		==Cadences==

104.220.162.108: /* On Xenon or 'Nid Dust */ tweaking away.

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On Xenon or 'Nid Dust: tweaking away.

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	Commissar Phisk's Report on Xeno Corruption [unsubmitted at request of the Ordo Xenos][Practice is Probationary Sanctioned for research purposes]		Commissar Phisk's Report on Xeno Corruption [unsubmitted at request of the Ordo Xenos][Practice is Probationary Sanctioned for research purposes]

	If one is to inspect the Tyranid trophies of an Exterminator, a rare thing as they tend to be quite protective of them, they would find that every single one has a uniform hole near the base. This ~~whole~~ is generally used for mounting, but is actually created for an entirely different purpose~~. The~~ extraction of the Tyranids adrenal glands. The Exterminators are known to produce a wide variety of combat and leisure drugs from the chemicals that can be found therein. Usually taking the form of an iridescent and fine powder, every Exterminator has a unique ritual involving their consumption. Some smoke it, others snort it, a good number inject it, some eat it or mix it with recaf like a ~~sweetner~~, and some ~~still~~ have figured how to huff it as an aerosol. In any form of administration the combat ~~variet~~ of the Tyranid sourced drugs ~~invariablely increase~~ reaction time, aggression, and even ~~enhanced~~ unit cohesion among those Exterminators who do it as a group. ~~It's~~ withdrawal symptoms are, unfortunately, punishing. ~~Ranging from violent~~ seizures, severe narcolepsy, or even hallucinations of being a Tyranid part of the Hivemind have been reported. This, combined with ~~it's~~ unusual sourcing and the insular nature of the Exterminators has meant the glittering Tyranid Dust has not spread beyond the Exterminators.		If one is to inspect the Tyranid trophies of an Exterminator-- a rare thing as they tend to be quite protective of them-- they would find that every single one has a uniform hole near the base. This hole is generally used for mounting, but is actually created for an entirely different purpose: the extraction of the Tyranids adrenal glands. The Exterminators are known to produce a wide variety of combat and leisure drugs from the chemicals that can be found therein. Usually taking the form of an iridescent and fine powder, every Exterminator has a unique ritual involving their consumption. Some smoke it, others snort it, a good number inject it, some eat it or mix it with recaf like a sweetener, and some have figured how to huff it as an aerosol. In any form of administration the combat variant of the Tyranid sourced drugs invariably increases reaction time, aggression, and even enhances unit cohesion among those Exterminators who do it as a group. Its withdrawal symptoms are, unfortunately, punishing. Violent seizures, severe narcolepsy, or even hallucinations of being a Tyranid part of the Hivemind have been reported. This, combined with its unusual sourcing and the insular nature of the Exterminators, has meant the glittering Tyranid Dust has not spread beyond the Exterminators.

	==With the Colonel==		==With the Colonel==

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I Have Lead Them: punctuation and spelling tweaks plus the odd word added or removed.

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	I saw Boss Toad flee in the crossfire to his captured chimera. These blazing blurs of pink and green didn't even pursue the Boss, and detonating more of their sound and fury disappeared as soon as they arrived. The haze cleared just soon enough that I managed to watch Boss Toad start the armored vehicle and I could see it explode in flare of pink. Our might brought low by a car bomb the rebellion faltered without leadership or our source of green ones.		I saw Boss Toad flee in the crossfire to his captured chimera. These blazing blurs of pink and green didn't even pursue the Boss, and detonating more of their sound and fury disappeared as soon as they arrived. The haze cleared just soon enough that I managed to watch Boss Toad start the armored vehicle and I could see it explode in flare of pink. Our might brought low by a car bomb the rebellion faltered without leadership or our source of green ones.

	==I Have ~~Lead~~ Them==		==I Have Led Them==
	Personal Journal of Commissar Phisk		Personal Journal of Commissar Phisk
	entry 167		entry 167

	I have been assigned to the Hua Yuan Exterminators after reports of possible xenos corruption among the Veteran members. I linked up with the Exterminators Vets during one of their many recruiting trips home. I've met the Exterminators Vets briefly before they went ~~throughout~~ the hive recruiting, and their armour is very impressively reinforced with 'Nid carapace. I noticed however an abundance of 'guant skulls on some of the troopers as well small ~~hole~~ drilled in the base of 'guant ~~skull~~ that has been the source of these rumors of xeno corruption and worship. After dismissing the men to their recruiting duties I ~~choose~~ to follow an Exterminator officer covered in many xeno skulls including one that was yet drilled and seemed to be sealed in wax. I assumed tailing him would be easy due to his distinctive neon armour, however in the neon flashing light of the hive he was a challenge to track down. Through diligence or luck I followed him and witnessed their method of recruiting officer's first hand. The officer went to upper hive and collected his highborn volunteers and lead the young men deep into the lower hive.		I have been assigned to the Hua Yuan Exterminators after reports of possible xenos corruption among the Veteran members. I linked up with the Exterminators Vets during one of their many recruiting trips at home. I've met the Exterminators Vets briefly before they went through the hive recruiting, and their armour is very impressively reinforced with 'Nid carapace. I noticed however an abundance of 'guant skulls on some of the troopers as well as small holes drilled in the base of 'guant skulls that has been the source of these rumors of xeno corruption and worship. After dismissing the men to their recruiting duties, I chose to follow an Exterminator officer covered in many xeno skulls, including one that was not yet drilled and seemed to be sealed in wax. I assumed tailing him would be easy due to his distinctive neon armour, however in the neon flashing light of the hive he was a challenge to track down. Through diligence or luck I followed him and witnessed their method of recruiting officer's first hand. The officer went to upper hive and collected his highborn volunteers and lead the young men deep into the lower hive.

	The officer candidates were ~~lead~~ into an empty warehouse facing 10 enlisted Exterminator regulars and told to kill them. Those who did not immediately charge were dismissed. Hive War requires speed and aggression. The 5 brave souls who did charge were beaten nearly to death by waiting exterminators The officer, who I had begun to assume was a medical officer, stitched their major bleeding and then choked them unconscious. He then drilled that small hole in the 'Nid skull and mixed it a grey powder with the juice he extracted from the skull. To my misfortune I was then grabbed by two carapaced veterans who had discovered my vantage point. I firmly told them to unhand me or face death, but was ignored as they choked me to unconsciousness in a similar way as their recruits.		The officer candidates were led into an empty warehouse facing 10 enlisted Exterminator regulars and told to kill them. Those who did not immediately charge were dismissed. Hive War requires speed and aggression. The 5 brave souls who did charge were beaten nearly to death by waiting exterminators. The officer, who I had begun to assume was a medical officer, stitched their major bleeding and then choked them unconscious. He then drilled that small hole in the 'Nid skull and mixed a grey powder with the juice he extracted from the skull. To my misfortune I was then grabbed by two carapaced veterans who had discovered my vantage point. I firmly told them to unhand me or face death, but was ignored as they choked me to unconsciousness in a similar way as their recruits.

	I was roused roughly outside of a small hab-block. With my five compatriots I was asked if I wanted to lead Exterminators and handed me two neon orange knives. Before I could voice my indignation, a rebreather was strapped to my head and I began to inhale the Tyranid compound. As I was pushed into the hab-block as the color faded from the world and I desired only its return. The drabness of the world enraged me as I charged into the block. Then I ~~was~~ saw the source of the drabness, xeno cultists in the hab, and charged them with my knives ~~to which~~ color returned as I killed and purged, the deception of human appearance faded as I saw the truth of these genestealer cults, I saw my allies gain color as they killed alongside me, then when we seemed overwhelmed and prepared to fall in this hell~~. The~~ Exterminators crashed into the hab-block through the windows killing like neon angels. I awoke in their barracks feeling more ill than I have felt in my entire life, but reassured in purpose to fight alongside the Exterminators, although I felt the world still lacking somewhat in color until I donned my new commissar coat with comfortingly glowing pink and green before my eyes.		I was roused roughly outside of a small hab-block. With my five compatriots I was asked if I wanted to lead Exterminators and handed me two neon orange knives. Before I could voice my indignation, a rebreather was strapped to my head and I began to inhale the Tyranid compound. As I was pushed into the hab-block the color faded from the world and I desired only its return. The drabness of the world enraged me as I charged into the block. Then I saw the source of the drabness-- xeno cultists in the hab-- and charged them with my knives; color returned as I killed and purged, the deception of human appearance faded as I saw the truth of these genestealer cults. I saw my allies gain color as they killed alongside me, then when we seemed overwhelmed and prepared to fall in this hell, the Exterminators crashed into the hab-block through the windows killing like neon angels. I awoke in their barracks feeling more ill than I have felt in my entire life, but reassured in purpose to fight alongside the Exterminators, although I felt the world still lacking somewhat in color until I donned my new commissar coat with comfortingly glowing pink and green before my eyes.

	==On Xenon or 'Nid Dust==		==On Xenon or 'Nid Dust==

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With the Colonel: tweaking some spelling and punctuation

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	Smug bastard, right though he may be.		Smug bastard, right though he may be.

	“I understand you came here suspicious of our eccentricities," he said, gesturing to a chair before his desk. As I eased myself into the chair, he continued talking. "You may be wondering why I requested a commissar from outside the local Schola as opposed to one who would be better familiarized with our dance on the razor's edge of corruption.” I found the Colonel's self-assuredness stunning - he would risk a report of heresy to Munitorum and the Commissariat? I could but trust the Colonel had a good reason.		"I understand you came here suspicious of our eccentricities," he said, gesturing to a chair before his desk. As I eased myself into the chair, he continued talking. "You may be wondering why I requested a commissar from outside the local Schola as opposed to one who would be better familiarized with our dance on the razor's edge of corruption." I found the Colonel's self-assuredness stunning - he would risk a report of heresy to Munitorum and the Commissariat? I could but trust the Colonel had a good reason.

	He looked back at me with a wry grin as he lit a cigar with a vaguely familiar odor. As his face settled back to a more somber expression, he continued. ~~“It~~'s no secret among the brass here that a major bug invasion is imminent in the next ten years, and the 1st will be in the thick of it. When the time comes, they could be possibly the most important regiment involved. The problem with our local Commissars is they are only experienced with dealing with our inferior penal regiments. Conscripted losers of gang wars, dosed to the hilt with 'Nid dust, given trash local ~~las guns~~, and poured screaming on the Tyranid fire in hopes of quenching it. The ~~lead~~ of our Schola Commissar-General Fengxian is rumored to want to install one of his commissars in the first to expand his influence. His commissars don't care that the Exterminators are specialists, real soldiers, but explaining to a Commissar who leads little better penal units that charging directly through a tunnel after your enemy in a hive is never a good idea, and you're likely to end up with bolter holes in your head."		He looked back at me with a wry grin as he lit a cigar with a vaguely familiar odor. As his face settled back to a more somber expression, he continued. "It's no secret among the brass here that a major bug invasion is imminent in the next ten years, and the 1st will be in the thick of it. When the time comes, they could be possibly the most important regiment involved. The problem with our local Commissars is they are only experienced with dealing with our inferior penal regiments. Conscripted losers of gang wars, dosed to the hilt with 'Nid dust, given trash local lasguns, and poured screaming on the Tyranid fire in hopes of quenching it. The leader of our Schola Commissar-General Fengxian is rumored to want to install one of his commissars in the first to expand his influence. His commissars don't care that the Exterminators are specialists, real soldiers, but explaining to a Commissar who leads little better penal units that charging directly through a tunnel after your enemy in a hive is never a good idea, and you're likely to end up with bolter holes in your head."

	"I believe a commissar who has survived as long as yourself will realize the need for tactical discression. Your presence here keeps one of Mao's lackeys from compromising the First. If Mao has the backing of The First he could demand theater command from the Praetorians, the ambitious bastard.”		"I believe a commissar who has survived as long as yourself will realize the need for tactical discression. Your presence here keeps one of Mao's lackeys from compromising the First. If Mao has the backing of The First he could demand theater command from the Praetorians, the ambitious bastard."
	~~“But~~ you want to someone who will allow your men to operate with their 'cultural' differences permitted." I paused, wondering if he knew of my contacts in the Inquisition. "You would have killed me in an instant if you thought I would inform superiors of your Tyranid Dust.”		"But you want to someone who will allow your men to operate with their 'cultural' differences permitted." I paused, wondering if he knew of my contacts in the Inquisition. "You would have killed me in an instant if you thought I would inform superiors of your Tyranid Dust."

	~~“Huan~~ Yuan is a dangerous place for off-worlders,” he said, eyeing me through the ~~smokey~~ air. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly handed me one of his cigars.		"Huan Yuan is a dangerous place for off-worlders," he said, eyeing me through the smoky air. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly handed me one of his cigars.

	~~“Welcome~~ to First of Hua Yong. The Hive fleet will fall here, or ~~no where~~"		"Welcome to First of Hua Yong. The Hive fleet will fall here, or nowhere."

	==Alone in Glory==		==Alone in Glory==