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'loes all. This is a sequel to a fic I wrote a while back, 409. It was well received and I thought I'd tack on a bit more about the prestigious 409th Orbital Drop Jet. If you didn't catch it, there is a link Here

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Dramatis Personae

ZULU SQUAD, 409th Orbital Drop Jet Jumpers

Cpt. Erica Grey- Commander, Active
Lt. Robert Daniels- ASL, Active
Sgt. Maj. Holden Rostock, Active
Sgt. Sarah Lorien, Spotter .50, Active
Cpl. Leonard Richards, Special Weapon- RPG-24, Active
Spc. Rachel Jackson, Special Weapon- Sniper .50, Active
Pfc. David Flint, Active
Pvt. Ryan "Shine" Wolff, Active

AQUILA SQUAD, 409th Orbital Drop Jet Jumpers

Cmo. James Riley, Medicae, Active

ECHO WING 409TH DROP JET SUPPORT

Valkyrie A-0227 "Angel"

Eich "Ike" Samuels, Pilot, A-0227

Ferik Thatcher, Gunner, A-0227

INQUISITION

Inquisitor Pontius Estelle

Scribenor Gregor Harks

???
Zeke

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Chapters

1. LZ HOT
2. BREAKING THROUGH
3. DIGGING IN
4. REBELS
5. THE GREY GHOST
6. ABILITY
7. THE HUNT
8. INCURSION
9. REVENGE
10. 13 NIGHTS
11. LAST OUT
12. NO WAY HOME?

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PREFACE
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INQUISITORIAL REPORT
Subject- Inspection (Storm Trooper Regiment)

Regiment- 409th ODJJ

World- N/A

Operational Strength- 224Active Duty, 2,709 KIA, 48 MIA

Regiment Type: Drop Troopers, HALO Ops

Grade (P/F): P (Override F grade, Inquisitorial Clearance)

Any Improvments- N/A

-Munitorum Marshal Steven Dahw, Inquisitor Pontius Estelle

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OVERRIDE CODE MAGENTA
Vox transcript intercept 001882-19437(A)

Playing.

ZL409G- What the hell?

ZL409D- I kept telling him about that.

ZL409F- Just help me down!

ZL409D- Nah. I like it better like this. Funnier. More humiliating for you.

ZL409G- How did you manage to-

ZL409D- I lent him my rappelling gear. Genius didn't figure out he had to anchor it.

ZL409F- Damn it, Daniels! Get up here!

ZL409J- What's going on? Oh, shit. That's great. Richards, go get a pic caster. I want that for the 409 scrapbook.

ZL409D- Maybe put your little friend in there too?

ZL409J- The Inquisitor told you not to whine about that.

ZL409D- Not whining...just...observing. Come on, we gotta get him down now.

ZL409G- I suppose. Hang on, Fish. We gotcha.

ZL409F- Finally. Been up here for an hour.

(Transcript received from Engineering section, ISNF Imperical, en route to Jorian IV)

You'll forgive me, but you must be mistaken. I've met your makers, and they don't even know your name...

GIVING CHASE- ORDO HERETICUS FIC
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Gotta love the fish, looking forward the 409th's exploits

WE HAVE COME FOR YOUR.....*necron warrior turns around to the necron behind him* Hey Bob? what did we come for?!

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WOOHOOO!!!... 409ers are back!!!... Go Dirge!...
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Thanks guys. I love to see the 409th has lost none of it's... charm. lol.
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LZ HOT
"It's small arms. One in a million shot."
- Last words of Valkyrie A-0224's pilot.
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Daniels sat on a folding chair in the hallway leading to the squad's dorms. A young man with a fresh-faced look and immaculate armor stared down at him. Daniels set the holozine he was reading down and stared at him.

"What do you want, Shine?" he asked calmly.

"Um. Private Ryan Wolff, reporting. Sir." said the trooper. He curled his lip at the black checks decorating the heavy drop armor Daniels wore.

"Isn't that against regs, sir?" he asked, indicating his own set of grey camo armor.

"Shut up, Shine. And stop calling me "sir". I'm a Sergeant. Not the goddamned president."

Wolff swallowed and entered the small atrium that led into the six rooms issued to Zulu Squad of the 409th Drop Jet. Richards sat on an ammo crate, playing a game of tarot with Rostock while Rachel sipped a glass of purified fyceline alcohol. Flint and Lorien were gone. Erica Grey leaned out from her cabin and gestured at Wolff, who was followed in by Flint. Flint sat at the crate with Richards and tapped his shoulder, pointing at the recruit.

Grey sat behind a desk in front of a menacing suit of red-splotched drop armor.

"What do you want, Shine?" she asked. Wolff dropped his bag on the floor.

"Well, I want to fight, sir. Ma'am." he said.

"The 409th has the highest casualty rate in the Guard, Shine. That guy out there, Flint? He's been here four months and already has three Medallion Crimsons. He's a crazy frakker, but he's good. Are you on form, Shine?"

"Ma'am?"

Grey rubbed her fingers on the bridge of her nose, sighing.

"Wolff, can you frakking take a bullet?" she said calmly.

"I think so, ma'am."

"Then grab a bunk." she gestured out.

Wolff nodded and carefully exited, scooting around a young woman cradling a heavy sniper and a cleaning rag. He set his gear down in a room with STORAGE printed over the door. An army cot was set up next to a stack of five hundred grade detonite.

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Flint helped him strap into his armor, and clapped him on the shoulder. The man's own suit was covered in crazed runes and tribal swirls in black ink. His visor was cracked on the edge, and a large knife was holstered on his back.

"Why do people keep calling me Shine?" asked Wolff. Flint smiled.

"They called me "Fish", Shine. New Fish. You're "Shine", because your armor is shiny and new, just like you." he said. He prodded Wolff's chestplate for emphasis and walked down the Valkyrie's ramp.

Rostock walked up to him and clapped him on the shoulder, and just stared into his visor for a second. His armor was covered in chipped blue stripes. A Sergeant's chevrons were painted on his brow.

"I'm Rostock." he said. "You can call me Ross, or Sarge."

Wolff nodded, checking his Hellgun. "Gotcha, Sarge."

"Ladies, this is your captain speaking. ETA to Jorian four minutes. We know you don't have a choice for flying but thank you for choosing Ike Airlines." said Eich, the pilot, over the comms.

A strong wind buffeted the ship as it slipped into the atmosphere. Grey leaned forward and activated a holoslate.

"Jorian IV, guys. Pretty boring assed place, really. We're here for six days to chill out and protect a delegate from the Administratum. Got it, brickheads? Alright. Let's make it happen, Zulu."

The squad nodded affirmations and the two women across from Wolff tapped their helmets' brows together. One was clad in horrifically red splattered armor. The other had a red ring drawn over her heart with the words SHOOT ME HERE stenciled below it. The red-splattered one held out a hand, the other gripping a massive .50 sniper rifle.

"Rachel Jackson. Here you've got two choices, Shine. Shut up, or get snuffed." she said.

"Excuse me?" asked Wolff. Rachel shook her head.

"We've got things, Mr. Wolff, that we'd rather not speak about in front of the Commissariat. Now, shut up, or take a swim."

She gestured at the airlock at the Valkyrie's rear.

Wolff swallowed and shook her hand.

"Great." she said calmly, and took a bar of candied fruit from her pocket, giving half to the spotter sitting next to her.

"LZ is not hot, Zulu." said Eich, sounding bored. "This place sucks."

Zulu laughed with one voice and then cocked their weapons. Wolff looked around. The Valkyrie bumped slightly as it kissed the pavement of Jorian Spaceport. Zulu bailed out with a speed that came from months of hard deployments and bitter wars.

"Welcome to the 409th, Shine. Carry this." said Daniels. He handed Wolff a massive rocket launcher, and Richards tossed a satchel of ammunition on top of it.

You'll forgive me, but you must be mistaken. I've met your makers, and they don't even know your name...

GIVING CHASE- ORDO HERETICUS FIC
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Yahoo!!!... A new recruit!.... Hope he stays alive til the end!...
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Thanks! It took me a while to come up with "Wolff". I'm trying not to repeat names and it's getting harder >.<
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BREAKING THROUGH
"What do I think about it? I don't know, really. No one's asked me before."
-Cpl. Jack Taylor, 409th ODJJ
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The Administratum official met them in the terminal, cradling a fat tome and a quill. Chins rolled down his frame and a dozen medals were pinned to a straining set of robes. He smiled smugly as Zulu approached. A small retinue of wide-eyed neophytes stared at them from behind the man.

"Ah, you must be Captain Grey." he said, holding a hand out to Daniels. He coughed back a laugh and gestured to the power sword at Grey's hip.

"Captain Erica Grey." she said smoothly. She held out a hand and the man stared at it with distaste.

"Really, now? I was under the impression my entourage would be led by a man." he said with undisguised steel in his voice.

"Men are all idiots." said Rachel quietly, over the comm. Lorien snickered. Grey didn't give any indication she'd heard. Wolff lagged behind, carting the heavy rocket launcher.

"And why did you bring that?" asked the adept. "My naysayers are not driving Predators, you know."

Grey lowered her hand to the butt of her hellpistol. "Yeah, but it'll make a mighty fine mess of this waste of space."

"I beg your pardon!?"

"I gotta say, gov, looks like a pile of rubble from my angle. Richards, how much detonite you think it'd take to put that palace into orbit?"

She pointed to the Imperial Palace looming over the city.

"Eh, maybe one hundred kilos, ma'am." said Richards smoothly. He pulled an unactivated det from his pocket and squeezed it.

"Boom. That'd make their eyes water."

Grey smiled coldly at the man, now sweating a pale sheen across his face.

"Perhaps I may have misjudged you, Captain." he said.

"Perhaps you have." said Grey. "Zulu, can the Adept offer you a ride?"

Rostock nodded, and a black Arbites Rhino rolled up, the entire party crouching inside. The adept smacked his lips.

"I am Scribenor Pelenius, Senior Writer of Billing and Parchments First Class." said the man, holding a pale hand out. Grey shook it. Flint nudged Wolff and pointed out the firing slits in the Rhino's sides. The Palace grew larger and larger in their vision, until it swallowed them through a massive blast door at it's base. They stepped off the Rhino and into a cargo elevator, Pelenius stepping around the sparse patches of oil and soot on the ground. The party exited onto the main floor and the squad spread out instinctively, Grey looked back and forth for the best defensive spots.

"What are you worried about, Captain?" asked Pelenius, dismissing the rest of the squad with a wave. "This planet is perfectly safe. I made sure before I came here."

Grey's lip curled in distaste behind her rebreather. "Adept, one day I would love to tell you the story of an old recruit of mine- guy named Loskins. And then you would realize there's no such thing as "safe."

Pelenius nodded slowly, making his chins wobble. "I see, Captain. Perhaps your troops would like a rest? It's been a long flight for you."

Sixteen minutes, a long flight? Civvies. thought Grey.

"I suppose. Where are we bunking?" she asked.

"Oh, you have the residential quarters on the first floor." said Pelenius, and walke dback to the elevator.

The residential units were the most decadent lodgings Zulu had ever seen. Velvet covered everything, and massive four-poster beds stood in the rooms. The central atrium was polished marble with dusty statues and a small fountain.

Grey looked around in distaste. Richards threw his field bag down in the atrium and set up a small nest of sorts, before laying down prone with his rifle aimed at the door.

"I like it here, cappie." said Rostock. "They know how to treat a guy."

"Not a girl, sorry." Grey chuckled. "Just like back home?"

Rostock smiled. "Yeah. Old dad back in the Royal Imeru Navy. Power sword three centuries old and a uniform like a bordello's drapes. More money then you could shake a stick at."

Grey looked at the sergeant. "And you gave it up?"

Rostock nodded slowly. "I suppose I did. Money's not everything. I basically gave up being a rich asshole to be an armed asshole."

Richards sat up and rolled over, looking up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"I bet I could knock that down with one shot." said Richards.

"Nah. Two shots." replied Flint conversationally. The young trooper handed Richards an antipersonnel pine and the man threw it into a planted topiary in the hall, wiring the detonator in his pocket.

"Two shots? A grot could get it in two."

"No way you'd knock that sucker down in one, Rich. Sorry."

Richards gave Flint a light shove and the pair laughed. Rachel and Lorien walked down the hall with Daniels, Rachel throwing a quizzical look at the booby-trapped topiary before nodding to Grey.

"We've got nothing to do for two days, boss." she said. She had her helmet hugged against her chest, and oddly girlish pose for the veteran sniper.

"Gonna be a long one." added Lorien. "Fat Man's not going anywhere until he makes an inspection of the Guard garrison two miles away."

Rostock stopped dead and turned, his gear half-disassembled.

"He needs an armed escort to go two miles?"

Rachel shrugged. "I guess. He's fat and pompous, Sarge. Probably has an armed escort take him to the 'freshers."

Grey sighed as Wolff leaned the rocket launcher against the wall, and began to walk away. The launcher fell and the trooper whipped around to catch it, mouthing sorry and propping it up with the ammo satchel.

You'll forgive me, but you must be mistaken. I've met your makers, and they don't even know your name...

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409 HOO-RAH!! Hell yea Dirge, the 409th is back and badder than ever!
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Nice, one of these days you should sneak Anya into a 409 mission.

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That would be awesome!...
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I thought about it for some time, actually, but I didn't figure her into this particular one. There is another ridiculously proficient killer in this story, and that's all I'm going to say. Think long and hard about the title, take a look at the Dramatis Personae, and you'll get it.

You'll forgive me, but you must be mistaken. I've met your makers, and they don't even know your name...

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