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	~~A piece of writefaggotry posted on here for posterity's sake. And so the writefag in question doesn't have to repost the whole goddamn thing when he updates.~~		{{Story}}

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	Commissar Dan also stalked through the base camp of the Imperial Guard. They too had crashed, also because of a drunken pilot who had subsequently been executed for the ~~her<!---->esy~~ of a DUI. Dan held up his custom Bolt Pistol, Rage Against The Heretics, and the Guardsmen quailed into compliance. He had so far executed a half dozen heretics, and two waiters and people had so far gotten the message: he wanted his frappucino now and not later.		Commissar Dan also stalked through the base camp of the Imperial Guard. They too had crashed, also because of a drunken pilot who had subsequently been executed for the heresy of a DUI. Dan held up his custom Bolt Pistol, Rage Against The Heretics, and the Guardsmen quailed into compliance. He had so far executed a half dozen heretics, and two waiters and people had so far gotten the message: he wanted his frappucino now and not later.

	"Hhhhexcuuze ahss," came a long, drawn-out nasally annoying voice. Dan turned to see a young purple haired woman in a business suit. Properly some Administratum official, although for the life of him, Dan couldn't figure out how or why one was here, "Er.... yes?"		"Hhhhexcuuze ahss," came a long, drawn-out nasally annoying voice. Dan turned to see a young purple haired woman in a business suit. Properly some Administratum official, although for the life of him, Dan couldn't figure out how or why one was here, "Er.... yes?"
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	"THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOME ~~HE<!---->RESY~~!!!"		"THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOME HERESY!!!"

	BLAM!		BLAM!

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	Draknor picked his way across the crowd of half-mad Warp Spiders. Occasionally, one would make a Jump from one spot to another for no apparent reason. Draknor was well used to stopping and picking a different route when one of them Jumped in front of him. Once past the crazed Aspect Warrior, he entered the domain of Farseer Gismel.		Draknor picked his way across the crowd of half-mad Warp Spiders. Occasionally, one would make a Jump from one spot to another for no apparent reason. Draknor was well used to stopping and picking a different route when one of them Jumped in front of him. Once past the crazed Aspect Warrior, he entered the domain of Farseer Gismel.


	"Draknor, dear!"		"Draknor, dear!"

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	"Well, it was about those naughty boys we sometimes see," Gismel whispered conspiratorially, as if afraid of anyone hearing her call someone anything as heinous as 'naughty.' Obviously, this told him next to nothing as 'those naughty boys' can range from anything to Chaos Space Marines or the childlings who threw eggs at her Warp Spiders (Who no longer did so either. Even in their maddened state, they didn't care to put up with that indignity. So they dressed up as Dark Eldar, Jumped into the offending childlings' rooms and woke them up whooping and screaming like Howling Banshees. The childlings could not sleep for nine years, huddling and crying "Can't sleep, Warp Spiders will eat me, can't sleep, Warp Spiders will eat me...").		"Well, it was about those naughty boys we sometimes see," Gismel whispered conspiratorially, as if afraid of anyone hearing her call someone anything as heinous as 'naughty.' Obviously, this told him next to nothing as 'those naughty boys' can range from anything to Chaos Space Marines or the childlings who threw eggs at her Warp Spiders (Who no longer did so either. Even in their maddened state, they didn't care to put up with that indignity. So they dressed up as Dark Eldar, Jumped into the offending childlings' rooms and woke them up whooping and screaming like Howling Banshees. The childlings could not sleep for nine years, huddling and crying "Can't sleep, Warp Spiders will eat me, can't sleep, Warp Spiders will eat me...").

	In fact, 'Naughty Boys' could only mean one of those two. Considering the circumstances, probably the former. Chaos Space Marines, Traitor Guardsman, Dark ~~Cultists~~, mon-keigh who threw their lot in with the Ruinous Powers, including She Who Thirsts, "What about them, Farseer Gismel?"		In fact, 'Naughty Boys' could only mean one of those two. Considering the circumstances, probably the former. Chaos Space Marines, Traitor Guardsman, Dark, mon-keigh who threw their lot in with the Ruinous Powers, including She Who Thirsts, "What about them, Farseer Gismel?"

	"Oh, they are going to find themselves a Blackstone Fortress."		"Oh, they are going to find themselves a Blackstone Fortress."
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	Pusbeard returned with his own laugh, though this one was humorless and empty, "I didn't join up with Nurgle for the philosophy."		Pusbeard returned with his own laugh, though this one was humorless and empty, "I didn't join up with Nurgle for the philosophy."

	"Indeed," Melvun nodded, "Tell me, have you heard the reports from our ~~cultist~~ and Khornate allies?"		"Indeed," Melvun nodded, "Tell me, have you heard the reports from our and Khornate allies?"

	"Oh yeah. Them Chaos Angry Marines and Kharn are ripping shit right up. That Kharn, swell guy and all, I wish he'd stop bein' ah..."		"Oh yeah. Them Chaos Angry Marines and Kharn are ripping shit right up. That Kharn, swell guy and all, I wish he'd stop bein' ah..."
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	Commissar Dan also stalked through the base camp of the Imperial Guard. They too had crashed, also because of a drunken pilot who had subsequently been executed for the ~~heresy~~ of a DUI. Dan held up his custom Bolt Pistol, Rage Against The Heretics, and the Guardsmen quailed into compliance. He had so far executed a half dozen heretics, and two waiters and people had so far gotten the message: he wanted his frappucino now and not later.		Commissar Dan also stalked through the base camp of the Imperial Guard. They too had crashed, also because of a drunken pilot who had subsequently been executed for the her<!---->esy of a DUI. Dan held up his custom Bolt Pistol, Rage Against The Heretics, and the Guardsmen quailed into compliance. He had so far executed a half dozen heretics, and two waiters and people had so far gotten the message: he wanted his frappucino now and not later.

	"Hhhhexcuuze ahss," came a long, drawn-out nasally annoying voice. Dan turned to see a young purple haired woman in a business suit. Properly some Administratum official, although for the life of him, Dan couldn't figure out how or why one was here, "Er.... yes?"		"Hhhhexcuuze ahss," came a long, drawn-out nasally annoying voice. Dan turned to see a young purple haired woman in a business suit. Properly some Administratum official, although for the life of him, Dan couldn't figure out how or why one was here, "Er.... yes?"
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	"What a nice, loyal, non-heretical Imperial citizen," Dan remarked as he watched her disappear. Suddenly, an Inquisitor trotted around the corner, looking panicky.		"What a nice, loyal, non-heretical Imperial citizen," Dan remarked as he watched her disappear. Suddenly, an Inquisitor trotted around the corner, looking panicky.

	"Commissar! This base may have been infiltrated by Chaos ~~Cultists~~! We must-"		"Commissar! This base may have been infiltrated by Chaos! We must-"

	"CHAOS ~~CULTISTS~~!?"		"CHAOS!?"

	"Yes-"		"Yes-"

	"THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOME ~~HERESY~~!!!"		"THAT SOUNDS LIKE SOME HE<!---->RESY!!!"

	BLAM!		BLAM!

	Meanwhile, ~~Cultist-chan~~ made her way to the command center, the demolition super melta bomb hidden between her breasts. When she made it there, she reached into her cleavage for the bomb but only pulled a humongous Baneblade, ridden by what could only be a tactical geniu-		Meanwhile, made her way to the command center, the demolition super melta bomb hidden between her breasts. When she made it there, she reached into her cleavage for the bomb but only pulled a humongous Baneblade, ridden by what could only be a tactical geniu-

	"CRHEEEEEEEEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"		"CRHEEEEEEEEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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	Gismel blushed and fanned herself, "Oh, its just some silly little warp-induced daydream."		Gismel blushed and fanned herself, "Oh, its just some silly little warp-induced daydream."

	Draknor vowed to murder Elswich (~~Preferably~~ the way she was born - naked and screaming) before pressing on, "No, do go on."		Draknor vowed to murder Elswich (preferably the way she was born - naked and screaming) before pressing on, "No, do go on."

	"Well, it was about those naughty boys we sometimes see," Gismel whispered conspiratorially, as if afraid of anyone hearing her call someone anything as heinous as 'naughty.' Obviously, this told him next to nothing as 'those naughty boys' can range from anything to Chaos Space Marines or the childlings who threw eggs at her Warp Spiders (Who no longer did so either. Even in their maddened state, they didn't care to put up with that indignity. So they dressed up as Dark Eldar, Jumped into the offending childlings' rooms and woke them up whooping and screaming like Howling Banshees. The childlings could not sleep for nine years, huddling and crying "Can't sleep, Warp Spiders will eat me, can't sleep, Warp Spiders will eat me...").		"Well, it was about those naughty boys we sometimes see," Gismel whispered conspiratorially, as if afraid of anyone hearing her call someone anything as heinous as 'naughty.' Obviously, this told him next to nothing as 'those naughty boys' can range from anything to Chaos Space Marines or the childlings who threw eggs at her Warp Spiders (Who no longer did so either. Even in their maddened state, they didn't care to put up with that indignity. So they dressed up as Dark Eldar, Jumped into the offending childlings' rooms and woke them up whooping and screaming like Howling Banshees. The childlings could not sleep for nine years, huddling and crying "Can't sleep, Warp Spiders will eat me, can't sleep, Warp Spiders will eat me...").
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	Calidius turned his head as much as the Terminator Armor would allow. What he saw bolstered his spirits, if only a little. It was not one of his, as he had hoped, but a Pretty Marine. A Chaplain by the looks of the black armor. Usually you could tell by the skull helmet, but most Pretty Marines disdained covering their faces, especially with hideous skull helmets.		Calidius turned his head as much as the Terminator Armor would allow. What he saw bolstered his spirits, if only a little. It was not one of his, as he had hoped, but a Pretty Marine. A Chaplain by the looks of the black armor. Usually you could tell by the skull helmet, but most Pretty Marines disdained covering their faces, especially with hideous skull helmets.

	"Yes! Over here, Chaplain!" Calidius called out. The chaplain took his sweet old time turning his head to Calidius. First he swished his head the other way, cascading his long white hair unique to Pretty Marine Chaplains and Sisters of Battle, and then the other, settling his big brilliant blue eyes on Calidius. Then his eyes widened as he saw the predicament ~~Callidius~~ was in. A smirk splayed across his face and a snicker escaped his lips. He began giggling like a little girl , pointing at the fallen Terminator.		"Yes! Over here, Chaplain!" Calidius called out. The chaplain took his sweet old time turning his head to Calidius. First he swished his head the other way, cascading his long white hair unique to Pretty Marine Chaplains and Sisters of Battle, and then the other, settling his big brilliant blue eyes on Calidius. Then his eyes widened as he saw the predicament Calidius was in. A smirk splayed across his face and a snicker escaped his lips. He began giggling like a little girl, pointing at the fallen Terminator.

	Calidius was reasonable about this, letting the chaplain laugh it up. Finally, the giggle subsided and the chaplain had the dignity to look embarrassed, "I am sorry, Reasonable Marine. Allow me to help you." He held out one hand which Calidius took, "I am Chaplain-Brother Kishu of the Pretty Marine's 9th Company."		Calidius was reasonable about this, letting the chaplain laugh it up. Finally, the giggle subsided and the chaplain had the dignity to look embarrassed, "I am sorry, Reasonable Marine. Allow me to help you." He held out one hand which Calidius took, "I am Chaplain-Brother Kishu of the Pretty Marine's 9th Company."
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	Commissar Cain looked over the reports. It ~~occured~~ to him that this entire situation was steadily spiralling out of control. Thus, by that logic, the Commissariat saw fit to assign the Hero of the Imperium. Namely him.		Commissar Cain looked over the reports. It occurred to him that this entire situation was steadily spiralling out of control. Thus, by that logic, the Commissariat saw fit to assign the Hero of the Imperium. Namely him.

	Emperor's bowels...		Emperor's bowels...

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	"A spot of tea does wonders before a battle, Draknor," Gismel trotted through the wreckage, unbuckling the many living Eldar occupants from their superior-to-stupid-mon-keigh safety harnesses. Jittery Warp Spiders had already Jumped out and were scouting / loitering the surrounding area. Other then the Warp Spiders, the forces of Craftworld Tharldin had only two other special units besides their one Farseer, Warlock and Autarch. They were a small Craftworld but one that encourage not only creative but unorthodox thinking.		"A spot of tea does wonders before a battle, Draknor," Gismel trotted through the wreckage, unbuckling the many living Eldar occupants from their superior-to-stupid-mon-keigh safety harnesses. Jittery Warp Spiders had already Jumped out and were scouting / loitering the surrounding area. Other then the Warp Spiders, the forces of Craftworld Tharldin had only two other special units besides their one Farseer, Warlock and Autarch. They were a small Craftworld but one that encourage not only creative but unorthodox thinking.

	Out of the wreckage ripped out skinny arms of wraithbone. Not that of the living dead ~~Wraithgaurd~~, but the first examples of Tharldin's unorthodoxy, the Wraithwarrior and the Wraithseers. Eldar that had walked down the Path of the Bonesinger and then either the Path of the Warrior or the Path of the Seer. The Wraithwarrior had replaced pieces of their body with wraithbone constructs, their own inherent psychic powers allowing them to control them like they were their actually limb, except loaded with a Wraithcannon, shuriken cannons and the Laughing God knew what else. Wraithseers built whole wraithbone constructs, not unlike that of the Wraithguard, but controlled them with their practiced psychic powers rather then the souls of fallen Eldar. The disturbingly Necron-looking automatons were often armed with shuriken catapults, and could become portable, a dozen of them folded up and carried in the Wraithseer's long coats.		Out of the wreckage ripped out skinny arms of wraithbone. Not that of the living dead Wraithguard, but the first examples of Tharldin's unorthodoxy, the Wraithwarrior and the Wraithseers. Eldar that had walked down the Path of the Bonesinger and then either the Path of the Warrior or the Path of the Seer. The Wraithwarrior had replaced pieces of their body with wraithbone constructs, their own inherent psychic powers allowing them to control them like they were their actually limb, except loaded with a Wraithcannon, shuriken cannons and the Laughing God knew what else. Wraithseers built whole wraithbone constructs, not unlike that of the Wraithguard, but controlled them with their practiced psychic powers rather then the souls of fallen Eldar. The disturbingly Necron-looking automatons were often armed with shuriken catapults, and could become portable, a dozen of them folded up and carried in the Wraithseer's long coats.

	Once Draknor confirmed their status amongst the mostly livings, alongside the troops of ~~Gaurdians~~ carried along, he ordered the whole lot of them to gather out the pods that carried the sedated forms of Tharldin's third example of near heretical (If Eldar held to such things) unorthodoxy, the Warmongers. A cult of Eldar that tried to combine the Path of the Warrior and the Path of the Seer in an effort to become closer to the enemy of She Who Thirsts For Souls, that is He Who Thirsts For Blood, the one the mon-keigh called Khorne, with ultimate goal of freeing their souls from her clutches. Now they were made into berserker psyker warriors who had to be sedated at all time for the safety of those around them until released into battle.		Once Draknor confirmed their status amongst the mostly livings, alongside the troops of Guardians carried along, he ordered the whole lot of them to gather out the pods that carried the sedated forms of Tharldin's third example of near heretical (If Eldar held to such things) unorthodoxy, the Warmongers. A cult of Eldar that tried to combine the Path of the Warrior and the Path of the Seer in an effort to become closer to the enemy of She Who Thirsts For Souls, that is He Who Thirsts For Blood, the one the mon-keigh called Khorne, with ultimate goal of freeing their souls from her clutches. Now they were made into berserker psyker warriors who had to be sedated at all time for the safety of those around them until released into battle.

	Draknor nodded to all this. It seemed that despite Elswich's ~~incompetency~~, everything was going smoothly, "Have any of the other Craftworlds responded to our called?"		Draknor nodded to all this. It seemed that despite Elswich's incompetence, everything was going smoothly, "Have any of the other Craftworlds responded to our called?"

	The communication officer Guardian thing whatever the fuck the Eldar used look from his com unit thing whatever that apparently survived the crash too because it's Eldar tech and better then you stupid Mon-keigh (This message brought you by Farseer Idranel), "Yes, sir, Ulthwe, sir."		The communication officer Guardian thing whatever the fuck the Eldar used look from his com unit thing whatever that apparently survived the crash too because it's Eldar tech and better then you stupid Mon-keigh (This message brought you by Farseer Idranel), "Yes, sir, Ulthwe, sir."
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	"What a nice, loyal, non-heretical Imperial citizen," Dan remarked as he watched her disappear. Suddenly, an Inquisitor trotted around the corner, looking panicky.		"What a nice, loyal, non-heretical Imperial citizen," Dan remarked as he watched her disappear. Suddenly, an Inquisitor trotted around the corner, looking panicky.

	"~~Commisar~~! This base may have been ~~infiltrate~~ by Chaos Cultists! We must-"		"Commissar! This base may have been infiltrated by Chaos Cultists! We must-"

	"CHAOS CULTISTS!?"		"CHAOS CULTISTS!?"
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	"Alright, bye," Bard Jovey watched Leroy get caught in the clutches of an Unyuufex. Leroy was in Terminator Armor, however, and was not imediatley crushed. However, he'd propably still be put inside a Dreadnaught after this.		"Alright, bye," Bard Jovey watched Leroy get caught in the clutches of an Unyuufex. Leroy was in Terminator Armor, however, and was not imediatley crushed. However, he'd propably still be put inside a Dreadnaught after this.

	"Um, shouldn't we help him?" Asked Awesome ~~Commisar~~ Conrad Raege. She was just put with the Awesome Marines and she thought she would like it. They weren't Space Wolves or Pretty Marines, so they wouldn't hit on her. Then she found out she had to baby sit the "ADHD" Marines, "Captain" Leroy being a prime example.		"Um, shouldn't we help him?" Asked Awesome Commissar Conrad Raege. She was just put with the Awesome Marines and she thought she would like it. They weren't Space Wolves or Pretty Marines, so they wouldn't hit on her. Then she found out she had to baby sit the "ADHD" Marines, "Captain" Leroy being a prime example.

	"Naw," Jovey assured, hefting his Force Guitar (Once the Chain Axe of a Khorne Berzerker), "I'm gonna go to the ~~Gaurd~~ regiment next door."		"Naw," Jovey assured, hefting his Force Guitar (Once the Chain Axe of a Khorne Berzerker), "I'm gonna go to the Guard regiment next door."

	"Er... what for?"		"Er... what for?"
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	Jovey turned to the rest of his small squad, which included another Bard with a Force Piano (Also once the Sound Blaster of a Slaaneshi Noise Marine), "Kay guys, we're gonna do a Tower of Power, who's with me!?"		Jovey turned to the rest of his small squad, which included another Bard with a Force Piano (Also once the Sound Blaster of a Slaaneshi Noise Marine), "Kay guys, we're gonna do a Tower of Power, who's with me!?"

	The Awesome Marines and one Awesome Dreadnaught cheered and followed Jovey's charge to the Imperial ~~Gaurd~~ camp, leaving a confused and dour Raege (That I likely didn't write correctly. Look, I never seen her role played, I have no idea how to write her character, okay?).		The Awesome Marines and one Awesome Dreadnaught cheered and followed Jovey's charge to the Imperial Guard camp, leaving a confused and dour Raege (That I likely didn't write correctly. Look, I never seen her role played, I have no idea how to write her character, okay?).

	Meanwhile, the Imperial ~~Gaurd~~ watched the battle between the Necron and Tyranid with keen interest.		Meanwhile, the Imperial Guard watched the battle between the Necron and Tyranid with keen interest.

	"Sir?" Asked Private Peter Parts.		"Sir?" Asked Private Peter Parts.
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	Peter's view was interupted as the Dreadnaught stepped up unto the Hellhound, the huge vehicle ground under the weight but holding. The crew even experimently moved forward and found they were only minor inconvenienced.		Peter's view was interupted as the Dreadnaught stepped up unto the Hellhound, the huge vehicle ground under the weight but holding. The crew even experimently moved forward and found they were only minor inconvenienced.

	~~Commisar~~ Dan saw that the Guardsmen under his watch had hugely bolster morale by the Astartes not only eagerly fighting side-by-side with them, but top-to-bottom (Which is totally not sexual, stop snickering guys). He leaped aboard his Bassilisk, Fluffy, leash in hands and revving chainsword in the other, pointing to the battle in front of them.		Commissar Dan saw that the Guardsmen under his watch had hugely bolster morale by the Astartes not only eagerly fighting side-by-side with them, but top-to-bottom (Which is totally not sexual, stop snickering guys). He leaped aboard his Bassilisk, Fluffy, leash in hands and revving chainsword in the other, pointing to the battle in front of them.

	"CHARGE YOU PIG FUCKERS!!!"		"CHARGE YOU PIG FUCKERS!!!"
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	Autarch Draknor marched through the Eldar's make-shift camp up to Farseer Gismel's own ornate tent. It was pink, had lace trims with paintings baby gyrinx dancing and playing above the lace and had no place in a war camp (But no one questions a woman who can make your head explode) and was quite obviously hand made my Gismel. When he entered, he would see Gismel sitting in her chair, one or two Warp Spider honor ~~gaurd jitterly~~ disappearing and reappearing or being replaced in a rapid flash of warp energy. Warlock Elswich sat inebriated in a neighboring chair, look forworn at the smaller teacup she was forced to use.		Autarch Draknor marched through the Eldar's make-shift camp up to Farseer Gismel's own ornate tent. It was pink, had lace trims with paintings baby gyrinx dancing and playing above the lace and had no place in a war camp (But no one questions a woman who can make your head explode) and was quite obviously hand made my Gismel. When he entered, he would see Gismel sitting in her chair, one or two Warp Spider honor guard disappearing and reappearing or being replaced in a rapid flash of warp energy. Warlock Elswich sat inebriated in a neighboring chair, look forworn at the smaller teacup she was forced to use.

	But Draknor's eyes were drawn to the creature in her lap. This was the cutesy baby gyrinx seen chasing ancient Eldarian insects on Gismel's tent. Draknor was convinced that this one eyed creature, its left socket empty blackness and its good right eyes a swirling vortex of purple and yellow, reminding Draknor disturbingly of the Eye of Terror, was in fact a daemon spawn. Some Slaaneshi or Tzeenchtian daemon, to be precise, or Chaos Undivided. Something, something EVIL. They stared each other in the eye, daring the other to blink and not backing down until Draknor could bear no more and looked to Gismel.		But Draknor's eyes were drawn to the creature in her lap. This was the cutesy baby gyrinx seen chasing ancient Eldarian insects on Gismel's tent. Draknor was convinced that this one eyed creature, its left socket empty blackness and its good right eyes a swirling vortex of purple and yellow, reminding Draknor disturbingly of the Eye of Terror, was in fact a daemon spawn. Some Slaaneshi or Tzeenchtian daemon, to be precise, or Chaos Undivided. Something, something EVIL. They stared each other in the eye, daring the other to blink and not backing down until Draknor could bear no more and looked to Gismel.
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	~~Commisar~~ Cain looked over the reports. It occured to him that this entire situation was steadily spiralling out of control. Thus, by that logic, the Commissariat saw fit to assign the Hero of the Imperium. Namely him.		Commissar Cain looked over the reports. It occured to him that this entire situation was steadily spiralling out of control. Thus, by that logic, the Commissariat saw fit to assign the Hero of the Imperium. Namely him.

	Emperor's bowels...		Emperor's bowels...
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	Cain wondered where the hell was the Machine Cult and the dark eldar? Maybe they killed each other on the way here.		Cain wondered where the hell was the Machine Cult and the dark eldar? Maybe they killed each other on the way here.

	"~~Commisar~~."		"Commissar."

	Cain turned around suddenly, brandishing his chainsword at the deep booming voice. Then he lowered it when he saw what it was.		Cain turned around suddenly, brandishing his chainsword at the deep booming voice. Then he lowered it when he saw what it was.
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	Cain nodded cautiously, "Of course, Astartes."		Cain nodded cautiously, "Of course, Astartes."

	"I was told to give you a status report, ~~Commisar~~."		"I was told to give you a status report, Commissar."

	"Status report?"		"Status report?"

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	"Yeah, that's it," Pusbeard agreed, "Swell guy though."		"Yeah, that's it," Pusbeard agreed, "Swell guy though."

	"Of course," ~~Agreed~~ Melvun reasonably.		"Of course," agreed Melvun reasonably.

	"Even when he'd be killing ya."		"Even when he'd be killing ya."
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	"-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"		"-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

	The whole pile of rocks exploded in massive explosion of warp energy, pulverizing it into dust. From the out of the rubble came the form of an Angry Marine Librarian, his yellow and red armor ~~drapped~~ in the traditional white robes. Despite wearing a helmet, his visage achieved being visibly enraged. Crawling out behind him was the red armor form of a Tech Marine, one shoulder pad was orange with the yellow smiling symbol of the Awesome Marines and the other was white with a red helix of an Apothecary, crossed with a staff and scythe.		The whole pile of rocks exploded in massive explosion of warp energy, pulverizing it into dust. From the out of the rubble came the form of an Angry Marine Librarian, his yellow and red armor draped in the traditional white robes. Despite wearing a helmet, his visage achieved being visibly enraged. Crawling out behind him was the red armor form of a Tech Marine, one shoulder pad was orange with the yellow smiling symbol of the Awesome Marines and the other was white with a red helix of an Apothecary, crossed with a staff and scythe.

	The knowledgeable Reasonable Marine knew the Awesome Marine combined the rank of Tech Marine and Apothecary into the cybernetic-happy Doctor. The Doctor was raised aloft the ground by a pair of thick tentacle-like servo-arms with two smaller ones dancing around above him, sporting wicked looking meltaguns. In each of his hands were a staff and scythe, the symbol of his office, pried from the hands of Sorcerer Adepts and Plague Marines respectively, cleansed and reforged under the watchful gaze of the Inquisition and Ecclesiarchy and retooled for the express of healing without turning the patient into a cyborg.		The knowledgeable Reasonable Marine knew the Awesome Marine combined the rank of Tech Marine and Apothecary into the cybernetic-happy Doctor. The Doctor was raised aloft the ground by a pair of thick tentacle-like servo-arms with two smaller ones dancing around above him, sporting wicked looking meltaguns. In each of his hands were a staff and scythe, the symbol of his office, pried from the hands of Sorcerer Adepts and Plague Marines respectively, cleansed and reforged under the watchful gaze of the Inquisition and Ecclesiarchy and retooled for the express of healing without turning the patient into a cyborg.
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	"Sum'in' big gonna happin 'ere," Jalik remarked to himself, "Sum'in' reeeeeeel big." Then he threw back his head and drew upon the innate Waugh power that lingered in his boyz, that always linger about the highly psychic Eldratch Fiah Clan, breathing out a gout of green fire. This drew all their attention of the surrounding Orks and Gretchin, "All right, ya gitz! We'z gonna 'ave ourselves ah propah Waugh!"		"Sum'in' big gonna happin 'ere," Jalik remarked to himself, "Sum'in' reeeeeeel big." Then he threw back his head and drew upon the innate Waugh power that lingered in his boyz, that always linger about the highly psychic Eldratch Fiah Clan, breathing out a gout of green fire. This drew all their attention of the surrounding Orks and Gretchin, "All right, ya gitz! We'z gonna 'ave ourselves ah propah Waugh!"

	A great cheering and weapon banging ensued. The ~~waugh~~ rose up and Jalik drank it up like a sponge. He figured he could take in more then regular Wyrdboyz on account of being bigger. Then, one brave boy stepped forward, "But... uh, boss," They still called their superiors boss, having no better word, "Who we gonna fight then?"		A great cheering and weapon banging ensued. The waaagh rose up and Jalik drank it up like a sponge. He figured he could take in more then regular Wyrdboyz on account of being bigger. Then, one brave boy stepped forward, "But... uh, boss," They still called their superiors boss, having no better word, "Who we gonna fight then?"

	The other Orks fell silent. In all honesty, Orks didn't care who they fought in particular, you know that, but it was still a good question. The Dragin Breff chuckled darkly, "Eeeeevaryboday."		The other Orks fell silent. In all honesty, Orks didn't care who they fought in particular, you know that, but it was still a good question. The Dragin Breff chuckled darkly, "Eeeeevaryboday."
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	He wasn't really a Captain, if the quotations didn't tip you off. The Awesome Marines had no Captains, being more or less led by the psyker Bards, but Leroy had the Cigar on him all the time so no one questioned his authority. No one precisely followed either.		He wasn't really a Captain, if the quotations didn't tip you off. The Awesome Marines had no Captains, being more or less led by the psyker Bards, but Leroy had the Cigar on him all the time so no one questioned his authority. No one precisely followed either.

	"Alright chums, let's do this!" Captain Leroy jumped over the barricade ~~the seperated~~ the Awesome Marines from the battle between the Tyranids and the Necron, "LEEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEENKIIIIIIINS!!!"		"Alright chums, let's do this!" Captain Leroy jumped over the barricade that separated the Awesome Marines from the battle between the Tyranids and the Necron, "LEEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEENKIIIIIIINS!!!"

	"Alright, bye," Bard Jovey watched Leroy get caught in the clutches of an Unyuufex. Leroy was in Terminator Armor, however, and was not imediatley crushed. However, he'd propably still be put inside a Dreadnaught after this.		"Alright, bye," Bard Jovey watched Leroy get caught in the clutches of an Unyuufex. Leroy was in Terminator Armor, however, and was not imediatley crushed. However, he'd propably still be put inside a Dreadnaught after this.
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	Calidius brought up the front. This was the reasonable formation as they stomped through the jungle. Calidius was painted camouflage for forest battle, though he knew that anyone could see the big bright red-and-yellow-and-white Angry Marine trampcing in the back, so it was kinda pointless. Calidius's terminator armor afforded him the position as best meatshield. Angry Librarian Malk stomped in the back, often silent, not speaking unless spoken too but often rough and swearing when such conversations took place. Pretty Chaplain Kishu and Awesome Doctor Ziaphas walked shoulder to shoulder. This was Calidius's idea of an ideal four man formation. They were not grouped together so much to be taken out by a single attack, but they couldn't be completely ~~seperated~~ either. At least, Kishu and Ziaphas would be together and potentially capable of saving the rest (Malk, on his part, thought this idea was hilarious or would have had he not been filled with a seething endless RAEG).		Calidius brought up the front. This was the reasonable formation as they stomped through the jungle. Calidius was painted camouflage for forest battle, though he knew that anyone could see the big bright red-and-yellow-and-white Angry Marine trampcing in the back, so it was kinda pointless. Calidius's terminator armor afforded him the position as best meatshield. Angry Librarian Malk stomped in the back, often silent, not speaking unless spoken too but often rough and swearing when such conversations took place. Pretty Chaplain Kishu and Awesome Doctor Ziaphas walked shoulder to shoulder. This was Calidius's idea of an ideal four man formation. They were not grouped together so much to be taken out by a single attack, but they couldn't be completely separated either. At least, Kishu and Ziaphas would be together and potentially capable of saving the rest (Malk, on his part, thought this idea was hilarious or would have had he not been filled with a seething endless RAEG).

	Ziaphas was about the only one talking, mostly about inconsistencies in Imperial history. Malk had declared Squats an off-limit subject on pain of death so the good Doctor was forced to move on to the legendary sacrifice made against Horus in defense of the Emperor.		Ziaphas was about the only one talking, mostly about inconsistencies in Imperial history. Malk had declared Squats an off-limit subject on pain of death so the good Doctor was forced to move on to the legendary sacrifice made against Horus in defense of the Emperor.