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	"What's the enemy cube doing?" Picard asked.		"What's the enemy cube doing?" Picard asked.

	"They appear to be... hailing us, sir. Shall I respond with a torpedo?		"They appear to be... hailing us, sir. Shall I respond with a torpedo?"

	"I wonder what they're going to say. Maybe that we should resist them" Worf mused sarcastically. A smirk appeared on Troi's face; apparently there was some joke here Flavius wasn't in on. Only the emotionless Iron Man and Picard, too busy for humor, said nothing. "Put it on screen." he said, facing the viewscreen.		"I wonder what they're going to say. Maybe that we should resist them" Worf mused sarcastically. A smirk appeared on Troi's face; apparently there was some joke here Flavius wasn't in on. Only the emotionless Iron Man and Picard, too busy for humor, said nothing. "Put it on screen." he said, facing the viewscreen.

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	"What's the enemy cube doing?" Picard asked.		"What's the enemy cube doing?" Picard asked.

	"They appear to be... hailing us, sir. Shall I respond with a torpedo?"		"They appear to be... hailing us, sir. Shall I respond with a torpedo?

	"I wonder what they're going to say. Maybe that we should resist them" Worf mused sarcastically. A smirk appeared on Troi's face; apparently there was some joke here Flavius wasn't in on. Only the emotionless Iron Man and Picard, too busy for humor, said nothing. "Put it on screen." he said, facing the viewscreen.		"I wonder what they're going to say. Maybe that we should resist them" Worf mused sarcastically. A smirk appeared on Troi's face; apparently there was some joke here Flavius wasn't in on. Only the emotionless Iron Man and Picard, too busy for humor, said nothing. "Put it on screen." he said, facing the viewscreen.

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=Story 1

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	Battle-broth... COMMANDER Marcius Flavius looked at the terminal in front of him in disgust. A thousand flashing touch-screen buttons, all of which had a different function, and apparently the same man was expected to deal with the ship's weaponry AND its communications. What nonsense was this? Admittedly, the lack of a chair for the weapons officer, to encourage constant attention, was an admirable detail, and he would bring it back as a suggestion when the transfer ended.		Battle-broth... COMMANDER Marcius Flavius looked at the terminal in front of him in disgust. A thousand flashing touch-screen buttons, all of which had a different function, and apparently the same man was expected to deal with the ship's weaponry AND its communications. What nonsense was this? Admittedly, the lack of a chair for the weapons officer, to encourage constant attention, was an admirable detail, and he would bring it back as a suggestion when the transfer ended.

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	Battle-broth... COMMANDER Marcius Flavius looked at the terminal in front of him in disgust. A thousand flashing touch-screen buttons, all of which had a different function, and apparently the same man was expected to deal with the ship's weaponry AND its communications. What nonsense was this? Admittedly, the lack of a chair for the weapons officer, to encourage constant attention, was an admirable detail, and he would bring it back as a suggestion when the transfer ended.		Battle-broth... COMMANDER Marcius Flavius looked at the terminal in front of him in disgust. A thousand flashing touch-screen buttons, all of which had a different function, and apparently the same man was expected to deal with the ship's weaponry AND its communications. What nonsense was this? Admittedly, the lack of a chair for the weapons officer, to encourage constant attention, was an admirable detail, and he would bring it back as a suggestion when the transfer ended.

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	[[Image:Marcius Flavius Color.jpg\|thumb\|right\|Commander Flavius and Brother-Captain Picard on the bridge.]]		[[Image:Marcius Flavius Color.jpg\|thumb\|right\|Commander Flavius and Brother-Captain Picard on the bridge.]]
	~~{{awesome}}~~
	~~{{Stories}}~~
	Marcius Flavius, Battle-Brother of the Imperial Fists, was the first space marine assigned to a Federation starship in the historic Federation-Imperium officer exchange program. In his place went Commander Riker of the Enterprise to the Imperial Fists' fortress-ship, the Phalanx.

	Marcius Flavius is remembered for his stern dedication to the basic values of the ~~space marines~~, such as eternal battle readiness, and being willing to bend the rules to accommodate Captain Picard's odd preferences for not shooting xenos on sight, including Lieutenant Worf and Counselor Troi, and, most annoyingly, not destroying the heretical Iron Man Data.		'''Marcius Flavius''', Battle-Brother of the Imperial Fists, was the first Space Marine assigned to a Federation starship in the historic Federation-Imperium officer exchange program. In his place went Commander Riker of the Enterprise to the Imperial Fists' fortress-ship, the Phalanx.

			Marcius Flavius is remembered for his stern dedication to the basic values of the Space Marines, such as eternal battle readiness, and being willing to bend the rules to accommodate Captain Picard's odd preferences for not shooting xenos on sight, including Lieutenant Worf and Counselor Troi, and, most annoyingly, not destroying the heretical Iron Man Data.

	=Famous Quotes=		=Famous Quotes=
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	Battle-broth... COMMANDER Marcius Flavius looked at the terminal in front of him in disgust. A thousand flashing touch-screen buttons, all of which had a different function, and apparently the same man was expected to deal with the ship's weaponry AND its communications. What nonsense was this? Admittedly, the lack of a chair for the weapons officer, to encourage constant attention, was an admirable detail, and he would bring it back as a suggestion when the transfer ended.		Battle-broth... COMMANDER Marcius Flavius looked at the terminal in front of him in disgust. A thousand flashing touch-screen buttons, all of which had a different function, and apparently the same man was expected to deal with the ship's weaponry AND its communications. What nonsense was this? Admittedly, the lack of a chair for the weapons officer, to encourage constant attention, was an admirable detail, and he would bring it back as a suggestion when the transfer ended.

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	"And if I can slay five hundred Slaaneshi cultists in two days," he thought. "With nothing but a nonfunctional chainsword, I can bring this ship to Imperial standards."		"And if I can slay five hundred Slaaneshi cultists in two days," he thought. "With nothing but a nonfunctional chainsword, I can bring this ship to Imperial standards."

			==Story 2==
	==Story 2:==



	"Brother-Captain, sensors are finally able to scan the ship. They indicate it is a corvette-sized minor ship, probably a scout of some kind."		"Brother-Captain, sensors are finally able to scan the ship. They indicate it is a corvette-sized minor ship, probably a scout of some kind."
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	“Yes, Brother-Captain!” the Marine answered, quickly bringing up the communications screen and preparing a message. When he had finished, he would be the first out the airlock, scrubbing corpses off the Enterprise's saucer section and finishing off whatever might still be alive. It would be just like old times.		“Yes, Brother-Captain!” the Marine answered, quickly bringing up the communications screen and preparing a message. When he had finished, he would be the first out the airlock, scrubbing corpses off the Enterprise's saucer section and finishing off whatever might still be alive. It would be just like old times.

			==Story 3==
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	“Sister Apothecary.”		“Sister Apothecary.”
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	Riker's beard caught the wind as he bounded through the training course, doing his best to dodge the incoming fire. Never again would he complain about Captain Picard's insistence on playing opera in the background during those long, boring briefings. Never again.		Riker's beard caught the wind as he bounded through the training course, doing his best to dodge the incoming fire. Never again would he complain about Captain Picard's insistence on playing opera in the background during those long, boring briefings. Never again.

			==Story 4==
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	Commander Flavius pulled out the tiny chisel he'd taken to mark on his armor as of late and wrote down the newest order from the Brother-Captain.		Commander Flavius pulled out the tiny chisel he'd taken to mark on his armor as of late and wrote down the newest order from the Brother-Captain.
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	"Khorne." said Flavius grimly, as Picard turned around, shocked at the aggressiveness of the now-turned Klingons. "I suspect you may be the only Klingon not of his ilk, simply because you are among humans so much. Your species' warrior culture would leave them vulnerable to his influence." said the commander plainly. "The Rachna must be destroyed, Brother-Captain. It is too far gone."		"Khorne." said Flavius grimly, as Picard turned around, shocked at the aggressiveness of the now-turned Klingons. "I suspect you may be the only Klingon not of his ilk, simply because you are among humans so much. Your species' warrior culture would leave them vulnerable to his influence." said the commander plainly. "The Rachna must be destroyed, Brother-Captain. It is too far gone."

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	'Captain, there's... something....'		'Captain, there's... something....'
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	Meanwhile, on the Phalanx, Commander Riker sat in the captain's chair, while the Chapter Master strode on the bridge. Servitors, the presence of which Riker was still having difficulties with, staffed most of the positions, but a few augmented but mostly normal humans staffed the rest. He knew the Chapter-Master had given him command to gauge his ability. He didn't intend to disappoint.		Meanwhile, on the Phalanx, Commander Riker sat in the captain's chair, while the Chapter Master strode on the bridge. Servitors, the presence of which Riker was still having difficulties with, staffed most of the positions, but a few augmented but mostly normal humans staffed the rest. He knew the Chapter-Master had given him command to gauge his ability. He didn't intend to disappoint.

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	"We'll make a proper Battle-Brother of him yet." he thought.		"We'll make a proper Battle-Brother of him yet." he thought.


	==Story 9==		==Story 9==


	The second officer meeting on board the Phalanx wasn't going well. The room itself was big enough to double as a football field, and yet the four hulking figures clad in power armor seemed to fill it all. The Fists have concluded their second battle training just half an hour earlier, there was no time, nor no need to take off armor. Riker discovered he was sweating. A lot.		The second officer meeting on board the Phalanx wasn't going well. The room itself was big enough to double as a football field, and yet the four hulking figures clad in power armor seemed to fill it all. The Fists have concluded their second battle training just half an hour earlier, there was no time, nor no need to take off armor. Riker discovered he was sweating. A lot.

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	"Dukat, what is the meaning of this?"		"Dukat, what is the meaning of this?"

	"I'm sorry Aun, it seems i forgot to mention when we joined with you exactly whose Greater Good this Alliance would serve....."		"I'm sorry Aun, it seems i forgot to mention when we joined with you exactly whose Greater Good this Alliance would serve....."



	"The Empire will not stand for this Dukat, it is not for the Good of one that we act but for the Good of all..." Dukat cut off the Ethereal with a raised hand, his second Damar snickering and then coughing as he blew a portion of his glass of Kanar up his nose.		"The Empire will not stand for this Dukat, it is not for the Good of one that we act but for the Good of all..." Dukat cut off the Ethereal with a raised hand, his second Damar snickering and then coughing as he blew a portion of his glass of Kanar up his nose.
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1d4chan>Washington001 at 16:09, 6 April 2019

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	{{~~Writefaggotry~~}}		{{Stories}}
	Marcius Flavius, Battle-Brother of the Imperial Fists, was the first space marine assigned to a Federation starship in the historic Federation-Imperium officer exchange program. In his place went Commander Riker of the Enterprise to the Imperial Fists' fortress-ship, the Phalanx.		Marcius Flavius, Battle-Brother of the Imperial Fists, was the first space marine assigned to a Federation starship in the historic Federation-Imperium officer exchange program. In his place went Commander Riker of the Enterprise to the Imperial Fists' fortress-ship, the Phalanx.

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	"Dukat, what is the meaning of this?"		"Dukat, what is the meaning of this?"

	"I'm sorry Aun, it seems i forgot to mention when we joined with you exactly whose Greater Good this Alliance would serve....."		"I'm sorry Aun, it seems I forgot to mention when we joined with you exactly whose Greater Good this Alliance would serve....."

	"The Empire will not stand for this Dukat~~, it is~~ not for the ~~Good~~ of ~~one that we act but~~ for the ~~Good~~ of ~~all...~~" Dukat cut off the Ethereal with a raised hand, his second Damar snickering and then coughing as he blew a portion of his glass of Kanar up his nose.		"The Empire will not stand for this, Dukat! We do not fight for the good of a single man, or a hundred, or a thousand! We fight for the good of al-" Dukat cut off the Ethereal with a raised hand, his second Damar snickering and then coughing as he blew a portion of his glass of Kanar up his nose.

	"Aun, i don't think you understand the situation. As you are well aware your Kroot allies were MOST impressed with the Jem' Hadar they encountered when we first met. Indeed, i seriously doubt there is a single Kroot left in your force that has not fought with the Jem' Hadar." The Ethereal shifted slightly, noticing the slimy Vorta adviser gesture to Dukat.		"Aun, I don't think you understand the situation. As you are well aware your, Kroot allies were MOST impressed with the Jem' Hadar they encountered when we first met. Indeed, I seriously doubt there is a single Kroot left in your force that has not fought with the Jem' Hadar." The Ethereal shifted slightly, noticing the slimy Vorta adviser gesture to Dukat.

	"Perhaps ~~i can~~ put this in a more..~~Friendly~~ manner than Dukat. Cardassians can be so blunt when perhaps a more....~~Gentle~~ approach is called for."		"Perhaps I might put this in a more...congenial manner than Dukat. Cardassians can be so blunt when perhaps a more....diplomatic approach is called for."

	"If you have upset the ~~founders~~ in some way, we meant no offense~~, we~~ all serve for the ~~Greater~~ go.."		"If you have upset the Founders in some way, we meant no offense. We all serve for the greater go.."

	"EXACTLY! Which is why we are trying to help you. See, your Kroot absorb genetic traits from those they defeat in battle yes?"		"EXACTLY! Which is why we are trying to help you. See, your Kroot absorb genetic traits from those they defeat in battle yes?"

	"Indeed, but what does this have to do with these demands that the Tau Empire join the Dominion instead of ~~being~~ allies?' Damar laughed again.		"Indeed, but what does this have to do with these demands that the Tau Empire join the Dominion instead of remaining allies?' Damar laughed again.

	"So your troops eat your enemies then absorb their traits? Oh this is rich..." he intoned while rolling his eyes ~~as well as particular~~ double spined neck.		"So your troops eat your enemies then absorb their traits? Oh this is rich..." he intoned while rolling his eyes and double spined neck.

	The Vorta (Weyoun if the Ethereal recalled correctly) glared at the Cardassian cutting him off. "I'm getting to that Damar, a fact you would notice if you could put down that bottle for once."		The Vorta (Weyoun, if the Ethereal recalled correctly) glared at the Cardassian cutting him off. "I'm getting to that Damar, a fact you would notice if you could put down that bottle for once."

	"Please, go on. Tell him Vorta" The Aun was getting sick of all this artifice. "Tell me what? he demanded.		"Please, go on. Tell him, Vorta." The Aun was getting sick of all this artifice. "Tell me what? he demanded.

	The Vorta opened his palms towards the Aun in a gesture of peace that conveyed anything but.		The Vorta opened his palms towards the Aun in a gesture of "peace" that conveyed anything but.

	"You see Aun, the Jem'Hadar require a substance called Ketracel White to live. Apparently now, so do the Kroot.The ~~founders~~ are willing to renegotiate the terms of our alliance in exchange for giving you a supply of this substance. "The foul creature smiled at the Aun before continuing.		"You see Aun, the Jem'Hadar require a substance called Ketracel White to live. Apparently now, so do the Kroot. The Founders are willing to renegotiate the terms of our alliance in exchange for giving you a supply of this substance. "The foul creature smiled at the Aun before continuing. The Aun was shocked with alarm, stuttering something in his native language.

	"Unless of course you wish us to negotiate with the Kroot directly without your involvement?'		"Unless of course you wish us to negotiate with the Kroot directly without your involvement?"

	==Story 11==		==Story 11==