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	Note from the writer: This was just a random idea I began ages ago, and ended up stopping from various reasons. This wasn't from the /tg/ board, but i just wrote it directly here on the site, so apologies for not posting something actually from the board itself. Anyways, its very unlikely I'll come back to this, so anyones welcome to continue/edit/add on different things if they feel like it.		Note from the writer: This was just a random idea I began ages ago, and ended up stopping from various reasons. This wasn't from the /tg/ board, but i just wrote it directly here on the site, so apologies for not posting something actually from the board itself. Anyways, its very unlikely I'll come back to this, so anyones welcome to continue/edit/add on different things if they feel like it.

			So how was it going to end?

	== Chapter 1 ==		== Chapter 1 ==

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			Note from the writer: This was just a random idea I began ages ago, and ended up stopping from various reasons. This wasn't from the /tg/ board, but i just wrote it directly here on the site, so apologies for not posting something actually from the board itself. Anyways, its very unlikely I'll come back to this, so anyones welcome to continue/edit/add on different things if they feel like it.

	== Chapter 1 ==		== Chapter 1 ==

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	== Chapter 1 ==		== Chapter 1 ==

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	The book so openly stating the fact that Quintus and lost his faith in the Imperium was bittersweet - it made him feel terrible to believe what he did, but it felt good for it to be out in the open, to have been said.		The book so openly stating the fact that Quintus and lost his faith in the Imperium was bittersweet - it made him feel terrible to believe what he did, but it felt good for it to be out in the open, to have been said.

	''The truth is,'' continued the book '' He has too.''		''The truth is,'' continued the book ''He has too.''

	"What?" said Quintus, questioning and contemplating the books statement just then.		"What?" said Quintus, questioning and contemplating the books statement just then.

			"Nothing," replied the book, and he felt as if it's otherworldly gaze was turned away from him, avoiding his attention. "Nothing important. Nada. Zilch. Useless information that is not important in any way whatsoever. Seriously, it's nothing important at all. Don't believe me? Well, then you Can fuck off." With that, the book snapped shut, and the eerie light from it ended, though Quintus could feel a sentience inside that seemed to be raging quietly inside, flipping over mind-constructed tables and smashing non-existent pottery.

			That was when the heavy door to his was opened, and he looked to see two Space Marines: a Knight, and an Angry Marine.

			"Inquisitor Quintus, please follow-" said the Knight before he was interrupted by the Angry Marine. "YOU, FAGGOT, FOLLOW US YOU CUM-DRIBBLING DICKFUCK."

	== To be continued... ==		== To be continued... ==

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-Quintus's eyes snapped open
+Quintus's eyes snapped open and he jumped off the bed, landing on the balls of his feet in a stance that would allow him to pounce like a large feline predator. When he landed he took in his surroundings, and soon fell flat onto his rear. He was in a cell in some ship, probably the battle barge. There was a bed, and the heavy cell door, and that was it. His equipment was gone and he was dressed in plain pale fatigues, and he could feel his vulnerability.
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	He would have if the figure hadn't gently tapped him with a shock-maul, sending a fresh wave of electricity through Quintus, who clenched his teeth and then fell to the floor, unconscious like the rest of the crew aboard the ''Vox Luna'', now completely at the mercy of those who had been seeking them for several weeks for some unknown purpose.		He would have if the figure hadn't gently tapped him with a shock-maul, sending a fresh wave of electricity through Quintus, who clenched his teeth and then fell to the floor, unconscious like the rest of the crew aboard the ''Vox Luna'', now completely at the mercy of those who had been seeking them for several weeks for some unknown purpose.

			== Chapter 4 ==

			Quintus's eyes snapped open
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	"I know that," Quintus responded, slamming home a new cartridge. Veryn looked at him, and then grinned. "Right! Come on lads, lets give these rat-bastards a show!" With that, his men cheered, and then roughly half of the remaining troopers holstered their guns on their backs and drew long, thin and very sharp knives, and some also carried laspistols. Those men then counter charged, screaming obscenities at the foe in maybe their final act of defiance.		"I know that," Quintus responded, slamming home a new cartridge. Veryn looked at him, and then grinned. "Right! Come on lads, lets give these rat-bastards a show!" With that, his men cheered, and then roughly half of the remaining troopers holstered their guns on their backs and drew long, thin and very sharp knives, and some also carried laspistols. Those men then counter charged, screaming obscenities at the foe in maybe their final act of defiance.

			"Jannos," Quintus barked, getting the attention of the woman with her chainblade. "Prepare for close quarters. And Good Luck."

			"You too, Inquisitor." She responded with a smile, and then she revved ''His Teeth'' so that it growled in anticipation of the combat to be had. Quintus then unsheathed his sword, and called up on his powers, feeling the faint whispers of the Warp in his mind. He ignored them, and using the witch-powers he had been cursed with, he summoned up power and sent it through his blade. Crackling lightning arced across its surface, and the scrollwork on the blade faintly glowed as the warp energy coursed through it.

			Quintus was a Psyker, an Epsilon level. He wasn't the strongest Psyker, not by half, but he had significant control over his powers, which had been drilled into him by the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, and then by his superiors and peers in the Inquisition. His powers were quite strange in that they were not the most subtle, but he also lacked the sheer raw power that other unsubtle Psykers usually possessed. No, his powers were quite strange in that rather than confuse the foe or tear them apart, he could create ''things'' to fight with.

			For example, at that moment he used his powers to summon up a pool of black ichor, which fell to the floor and pooled in front of him. Then, it began to writhe and twist, until finally a dozen or so ropy tentacles burst from the pool towards those charging at them, lancing forward while twisting around the troopers in front and around Quintus, whose eyes were blazing with Psychic fire. The tentacles slammed into the colossal forms charging at them, knocking them to their feet. The tentacles coiled around the bodies and dragged them about the place, using them as wrecking balls against their own.

			More tentacles were bursting from the fluid, when the Space Marines were among them, jabbing and lashing out with fizzing weaponry which sent troopers to the ground in short spasms. The tentacles retracted and started doing a wispy but savage dance, smacking and slashing at the Astartes around Quintus. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jannos go down, her chainsword cutting out as her fingers fell away from the trigger. Fury filling him, he summoned up more power, creating more tentacles to lash out at the intruders on his ship, while he simultaneously cut and parried with his force sword, and firing point blank with his modified laspistol. He would go down fighting if it was the last thing he did.

			Then he noticed something which confused him. The Space Marines he could see were not Angry Marines - they wore camouflage instead of the bold yellow and red, a fact which made him reach the conclusion that these were Knights Inductor, a fact which gave him one, blaring question - why had they not given negotiations and had instead immediately attacked at their first chance, and why the hell were they using an Angry Marine battle-barge.

			However, the questions and thoughts racign around in his mind caused him to lose focus, and suddenly an extreme shock went racking through his body from his lower back. Grimacing, Quintus fell onto all fours, dropping his weaponry around him while his nerves fired spasmodically with the electric charge that raced through him. Looking up, he saw a figure in obviously well-made power armour, the quality of its craft obvious despite the camouflaged paint. The figure carried two shock-mauls, and was looking down at him, a helmet with dark eye lenses staring at him directly in the eyes. Quintus felt his powers retreating as he lost consciousness, and he fought on, trying to carve a foothold against the blackness trying to consume him, trying to stay awake.

			He would have if the figure hadn't gently tapped him with a shock-maul, sending a fresh wave of electricity through Quintus, who clenched his teeth and then fell to the floor, unconscious like the rest of the crew aboard the ''Vox Luna'', now completely at the mercy of those who had been seeking them for several weeks for some unknown purpose.

	== To be continued... ==		== To be continued... ==

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			"Fire!"yelled Veryn, a pointless order as his men were already letting fly with their hot-shot lasguns, sending scorching lasers towards the enemy charging through the blast door breach.

			The blast doors had melted away a few seconds earlier, and the enemy Space Marines had poured out of the breach just after, roaring battle cries. They fired strange rounds which went off in the midst of the soldiers in great bright flashes and cracks, sending the troopers reeling and hitting the floor as the world swirled around them. Quintus, Veryn, Jannos and Stronti were currently behing the barricade around Stronti's command seat, watching the first few rows of soldiers disappear amidst the flashes of light. They were firing their own weapons at the intruders, all except for Jannos, who waited patiently with her chainsword, named by her as ''His Teeth''.

			Quintus fired off the entire cartridge in his modified pistol, sending pinpoint lasers towards the enemy charging at them. The lasers pierced their armour and went deep into them, but they kept on charging, firing off salvoes of their blinding ammunition.

			"Boss, we can't win this!" Veryn said, sending off a few more blasts towards the foe.

			"I know that," Quintus responded, slamming home a new cartridge. Veryn looked at him, and then grinned. "Right! Come on lads, lets give these rat-bastards a show!" With that, his men cheered, and then roughly half of the remaining troopers holstered their guns on their backs and drew long, thin and very sharp knives, and some also carried laspistols. Those men then counter charged, screaming obscenities at the foe in maybe their final act of defiance.

	== To be continued... ==		== To be continued... ==