Editing Disco Marines (section)

==The Disco Marines -- Part One==
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It was about a month into the latest push - I think our frontline had moved about three, maybe four feet forward. Day after day we spent staring into the fog, waiting for another wave of the Necrons. We all knew the line was buckling, and there was still no news of reinforcements. Then, a week after their last attack exactly, we heard the Necrons preparing. Monoliths were barely visible through the fog, probing the Imperial lines for weak points. So there we are, shitting ourselves, watching for glimpses of those fucking robots, when help finally arrives!

I know what you’re thinking - when you’re told you aren’t getting reinforcements in this army, there’s no way in hell you’re getting any help. And still, there they were! Four or five squads of Space Marines, complete with a Whirlwind tank and a Dreadnought! We were so surprised to see them that Corporal Sutton actually shot himself, thinking the robot scum finally had us surrounded.

Anyway, we approach the Marines with the Major, and those guys were a sight - they weren’t wearing any kind of uniform colors - it looked like they’d just painted themselves whatever they liked. I shit you not when I say I saw one wearing bright purple with pink polka dots. They pulled up just behind our trenches, and their leader waved to us. I’ll never forget that helmet - first time I ever saw a silver Tau helmet on a Space Marine. That guy gave off an aura of easy style, I’m telling you. The men visibly relaxed when he got close.
“''Alright gang, D Marines, here to help!''” the figure bellowed when it reached us, giving the Major a heavy pat on the shoulder. A “<3” symbol flashed across the viewing slit. “''You guys relax, we’ve got this sorted!''” we gaped in awe as “STAY COOL” flashed across his visor.

So they mobilized right away, jumped our trench and fanned out all professional style in front of the lines. The Dreadnought lumbered up behind them, and the whirlwind parked behind us. By now the Necrons were visible, slowly stalking towards us, rank upon rank of skeletal figures. The Major nudged me in the ribs and grinned.
“''See now? They’re locking targets with their missile launchers!''” He shouted, pointing towards the Whirlwind. I looked, and saw that the missile launchers were indeed prepping themselves. Except they didn’t look like missile launchers. They looked like amps. “''And now they’re tossing out grenades! This is the might of the Imperium, my boy!''” The Major went on.

Then the grenades went off, in a blinding flash of white light. I squinted out ahead of us, and saw that each Marine had struck a pose. I gotta say, they looked fucking great. Behind us, the Whirlwind amps began thumping out a beat, and the Dreadnought’s floodlights blazed on and off, creating a dazzling strobe effect. I found the Marine Commander in the line. He had his Power Fist in the air. The amps behind me muttered
“''Time has come to...''”, and one finger went up. The beat went on.
“''Time has come to...''”
Two fingers.
“''World...the time has come to...''”
Three fingers.
“''GALVANIZE''” And fuck me, they put on one hell of a show. They had the whole damn regiment dancing, right up until the part where the Necrons burst over the parapet and tore everyone apart. Me and a few of the lads got away, and looking back at the struggling mass as we fled I saw a banner waving defiantly from the heart of the Necron horde, proclaiming “''HARDER, BETTER, FASTER, STRONGER''” into the night, and a voice shouting "''One more time!''"

I'm telling you, it was the Disco Marines. Always dancing, all the time.
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