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Right this update will be all about emotion and interaction, i want you guys to get into the mind of your charactors

Broguts in particular,the sight of an inquisitor may indeed cause some strange emotions in you that I'd like you to explore

These first updates will be for all of you, in future i'll be giving individual updates
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The emperor's mercy bustles with activity waiting for the inquisitor to arrive. Servitors rush around, preparing the 4th hold, a small sanctum for high profile prisoners, those that need to be restrained and guarded with the utmost care. There is only one way in and one way out. Many have tried to escape yet, one does not walk out of a black ship there defences are tough, elite stormtroopers and sisters guarding the blast doors that lead to the sobbing forms of tzeentchian gold.

Now the black ship prepares to receive its newest candidate and the squads of the ship have been lined up to great the inquisitor.

20 squads of storm troopers, led by 12 Adepta Sororitas, and 8 storm trooper sergeants, all overseen by a Canoness (and her aide), an ancient woman, never seen with her helm off, yet it is rumoured she has been watching the black ships for years and years, that she is a member of a once powerful order now in ruins, now a warriors lodge amongst the sisters.

All of these squads are present, the might of the black ship displayed to the inquisitor.

You stand in two rows of 6, Selene in front of you, her blond her turning as she studies the other squads that stand chatting casually behind their storm trooper squads. Those of you that stand with the sisters are not permitted so much luxury, Selene in particular is harsher than most and rules with an iron fist, her back stiffening at the slightest of whispers.

As you look round the other squads do you envy them or do you approve of Selene's hard attitude?

The hangers doors stretched wide opening like a great maw to the blackness of space. The inquisitors valkyrie turns to land easily upon the alotted point and the Canoness's aide a younger Palatine calls you all to attention. You stand straighter your hellguns pulled across your chest till it almost touches the inquistorial logo over your heart.

Are you proud to bear that symbol or in the case of Davis is it merely a reminder of your burning need for vengeance?

The valkyrie opens the hatch lowering with a hiss of pistons and framing a figure in a long black leather coat. He sweeps down the ramp his eyes seem to flit over you all and you see his hand is upon the ornate bolt pistol at his hip. You can tell he is wary, like a cat that has just been sprayed with water and he seems to slink down the ramp. He is black haired, and looks suprisingly youthful for an inquisitor of such prestige, his back straight and upright his gaze powerful and demanding, though the more observant among you may notice the lines of age around his eyes and the flecks of silver in his hair. He bears a long powersword at his hip and the gold inlay upon his black power armour glints as his cloak sways in motion.

Behind him come two men flanking a third figure you cannot quite see. Their walk tells you ex military, but guard of inquisitorial you cannot tell, they bear their carapace as if they live and intend to die in it. One is tall yet slender and has his long flowing brown hair tied in a pony tail. A sniper rifle is slung over his back and his hands are on the autopistol and knife at his waist. The other is a bear of a man, huge muscles obscuring the third figure from view. The huge man has cropped black hair his eyes darker and more menacing he bears two knives, both long in his hand and they are close to the side of the third who takes a step and comes into the light.

You half lean forward to study the prisoner more, to study this chaotic fiend. It is a women, she is smaller than most, her features cute rather than striking, yet she holds herself in a regal manner despite the ragged and bloodstained robes she wears, the chains around her wrists and the knives in her side. She still holds herself like a queen and she surveys you with a mixture of amusement and disgust as they stride forward towards the canoness.

How do you react to this woman, a heretic thrice damned, yet is there a little awe that someone could have undergone torture and still come out undoubtedly unbroken?

Yet the inquistors retinue is far from over. A slight woman appears straight after the prisoner and as she closes in the woman you see a small knife that she presses into the womans back, leaning in to talk to the prisoner in a sneering whisper you cannot here. The prisoner doesn't reply yet you may notice for the first time her regal manner flickers and she gives a slight shudder.

What power does this woman have to unsettle the prisoner?

A second man in a long trench coat, younger, blonde and handsome yet the beauty does not reach his eyes which are hard and merciless. Undobutledly an interrogator, he bears a case as he moves down the ramp

Last down the ramp come two images of walking death. if you thought the bear of a man was huge, the astartes that walks behind him is beyond huge, he is mindblowing. A giant, a god, a boltgun and ornate sword clamped to his side. He bears the blue and white of the ultramarines and strides foward, helm clipped to his side. His face is attentive his head cocked as he listens to the smaller figure at his side and the massive face breaks into a grin and he gives a bark like laugh clapping the smaller figure upon the shoulder.

The smaller figure regains his poise almost immediately and continues to walk. His very movements are laced with the feline grace of a predator, a man designed for murder, though he is totally enveloped in a long black cloak.


How do you feel about seeing an astartes for the first time in your lives? Also these two killers,do they make you nervous or apprehensive. or do you now feel your mission cannot fail.


The Inquisitor reaches the canoness and her aide speaks for her.

"Greeting Inquisitor we welcome you.." yet the inquisitor cuts across her

"There is no time for for formalities. We were sniped once more as we embarked."

"I apologise..."

"Don't twas not your fault. However it means our enemy is more persistent than I expected, plus more ruthless. They intend to recover or kill her before we glean information from her."

"They will not kill me" the prisoners voice is soft and lilting yet it too holds the regal weight of a ruler amongst men

"Silence" the inquisitor spits the words "The bullet would have hit her in the head had the sergeant not been moving up to talk to me."

He pointed to the astartes pauldron ,which every can now see has a bullet lodged in the ceramite.

The astartes gives a snarl and there is a thunderous rumble in his voice

"This prisoner will need maximum security. This cult stinks of the treachery of traitorous astartes, the robes of blue and gold, the..." he spat upon the ground "sorcery"

"I smell the work of the sons of mag...' the inquisitor silenced him with a look and the astartes nodded before succumbing to silence.

The palatine looks shocked yet the canoness merely nodded her eyes thoughtful and you notice that her hands flash in a series of complicated hand signals.

"The canoness says we should take the prisoner to sector d, where we can work on additional security. If you would follow her please"

She turns to the sisters and adds

"Sisters we are on a code 6 here."

Once they dissappear from the room the hall erupts with mutters and selene merely snaps
"Wait here" before sprinting to join her sisters and the squad leaders that are rushing to the middle of the hall to talk to the palatine.

Well it looks like you have 10 minutes to yourself to process the information received and maybe converse about it. You might wish to discuss the prisoner the inquisitor, the astartes or merely just have a smoke and grumble about code 6. Whatever it is, it doesn't sound like you will be getting a break anytime soon...

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Hope its ok, any questions by pm or in the recruitment thread.
 

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Isaac stood at attention, trying to cool his nerves. He started doubling numbers in his head to attempt to calm himself down, as he often did when he was uncomfortable. 1, 2, 4, 8, 16.... Isaac had reached 65,536, or was it 65,538, he had lost track, when he saw the valkyrie land.

He snapped his heel with the others as the palatine brought them to full attention, the powersword bumping lightly against his thigh, It's reassuring weight making him feel better. He watched with interest as he saw the inquisitor and his retinue disembark. The lady in the schackle caught his attention, and Isaac immediately recognised her as the heretic filth they were there to guard. He could not understand why she was still alive, she should have been destroyed long ago, before the bile that shee preached continued to spread.

Isaac gaped a little at the Astartes as he walked down the ramp, but his attention shifted to the smaller man at his side, his stance and clothing identifying him as someone who shouldn't be messed with, perhaps even Officio Assassinorum.

Isaac's mind continued to wander as the party chatted, he continued to double numbers. He was suddenly brought out of his reverie when the hall erupted with the muttering and cursing of the troopers around him. He shifted his gaze akwardly, unsure what to do.
 

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Jill stood as still as a statue, at the end of one of the two lines the squad stood in. They were as straight as a ruler and as still as stone. Selene was a superb battle sister and squad leader. She kept an eye on her squad, like the rest of the battle sisters on board of the Emperor's Mercy. She was harsh however and cold to her squad. She wouldn't let them stand around and chat too each other like the stormtroopers sergeants allowed, and Jill could only feel envy to the other squads. They had to just stand still whilst they waited for the Inquisitor and her important cargo. It was hard for Jill to stand completely still and she wished she could flick the hair away that was flowing over her eyes. However if she moved she would most probably incur the wrath of Selene and Jill wasn't willing to endure more iron fisted punishment.

Jill felt a chill run down her spine as the hanger doors parted, allowing a Inquisitorial Valkyrie to pass on in. The doors then closed as if it was swallowing the small ship. Jill hated being on this ship, the ever constant screams from the prisoners on board was another to give the hardest soul nightmares. It was dank, dark and incredibly spooky. However she was a servant of the Emperor and she would do what she was told. As the ships ramp started to descend she stood even straighter. Jill in motion with the rest of her squad pulled their hellguns across their chests, until the weapons almost touched the holy sign of the Inquisition. Jill slowed her breathing, taking deeper breaths slowly, hoping that no-one would notice. Jill was nervous. She like everyone else living under the eye of Emperor had heard the stories of the Inquisitors and meeting one was sure to be an experience.

There was a clang of boots, and Jill couldn't help but raise her eyes a bit, darting upwards towards the figure that was now descending down the ramp. The Inquisitor looked incredibly youthful and his eyes seemed to scan over everyone standing in the bay. The Inquisitor seemed to stare straight into Jill's eyes and she felt a lump building up in her throat. She slowly lowered her eyes again and waited for the clanging of the boots to stop as the Inquisitor descended down the ramp. She raised her head again as more figures appeared at the top of the ramp. It was obvious from their figures and their armour that they were ex military. Though Jill couldn't be sure if they were guardsmen or Stormtroopers. One was tall and slender, bearing a sniper rifle on his shoulder, the other was a bear of a man and Jill was sure that she didn't want to get on the wrong side of that guy. They were escorting a third figure down the ramp, and when they reached the base Jill almost let loose a gasp. It was the prisoner, proudly bearing herself even though her clothes were torn and bloodstained. She should not be able to stay that proud Jill thought, the Inquisitor should have broken her. Jill could feel bile rising in her throat and she quickly lowered her eyes, unable to stare out her form for too long.

Jill didn't notice the next form, a women who held something over the prisoner, Jill didn't care much she kept her eyes firmly glued in front of her until she heard two monsterous footsteps at the top of the ramp. She couldn't help but look up and her mouth fell open in awe and fear. At the top of the ramp stood two figures, though the giant caught her attention more than the figure clad in black next to it. It was one of the Godlike Astartes, a Space Marine of the Ultramarine chapter. One steeped in glory and spoke of as myths in the dark. She was amazed by the space marine that walked down the ramp, a magnificant figure. Jill couldn't help but feel a little fear, the Astartes were true killing machines. She barely registered what the Inquisitor and Canonness were talking about and only when Selene and the other squad leaders rushed over to the Cannoness to recieve their instructions. This would give the squad about ten minutes to relax before Selene returned. She relaxed her posture and flicked her hair out of her face, pushing the few loose strands into the rest of her ponytail. She breathed a few more deeps breath, collecting herself before looking around the rest of the group.

"Never thought I would see a space marine that close up. Breathtaking. Does anybody have any idea to what a code 6 is?" She couldn't however forget the prisoner, she had spooked Jill deeply, and Jill thought that this was only just the beggining.
 

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Theo stood at attention, keeping his head down. Whatever feelings of pride he had when walking into the large room were now over come by his impatience and desire to leave. He wanted to relax, chat with the squad but he knew that if he whispered even one word, Selene would be on him in an instant. As harsh as she was, Theo knew that the squads led by Sisters would perform infinitely better in combat than the sergeant led squads. In theory anyway.

He looked up and straightened his pose as the ramp opened, curious to see who came out. The first few men, the inquisitor and his bodyguard, didn't have much impact on Theo - he had seen enough inquisitorial figures to last him a lifetime, one more didn't change things. Despite this he still felt pride when his gun brushed over the logo on his left breastplate. The greatest way to serve the emperor was to smite his enemies.

The next figure had more of an effect though as she walked down the ramp. Pure anger flushed through Theo and he shifted his body at the uncomfortable feeling of it. He had never more wanted to take a life - how simple it would be to raise his rifle and destroy this foul creature, this...heretic. His rage caused him to miss the others as the exited the Valkyrie, until two armoured giants stepped down the ramp.

Whatever he felt before, for he could not remember, was washed away at the sight of these two god-like warriors. Astartes! He had never seen a Space Marine before and never expected his reaction to be like this. His knees weakened, eyes teared up and jaw gaping. Whats wrong with you man, this is weakness. As soon as the thought entered his mind, Theo regained his composure, weary of those around him.

Finally, some down time. He thought as Selene moved to join the others. He moved to a spot on his own and began looking over his weapon to make sure it was in pristine condition, even though he had cleaned it several times before the arrival of the Inquisitor, still unable to get the Astarte warriors out of his mind.
 

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Farak Ignavus stood upright, proudly displaying the Imperial Aquila on his chest. His carapace armour had been polished, even if somewhat hastily, and some of the chips in it smoothened out by the armourers. It was the best condition he had ever seen it. His hair had been washed out, and he had washed off the grime from his face and hands. He had renovated the leather on his beautiful black boots, and on Torkan's grip. His combat fatigues had gone through the hydro-cleanser, and seemed cleaner than when he first recieved it. He had even polished his hellgun, the blade of his knife, and lovingly oiled and polished Torkan. He was the finest he had ever looked.

Standing upright, Farak looked directly in front of him; he had to restore the good reputation his love of his friends had tarnished, and this was as good a time as any to start. As the valkyerie landed, Farak stood even straighter; the Inquisitor had arrived. As the band of assorted stuges followed behind, Farak tried to get a glimpse of the high-security prisoner; there! Farak's earlier thoughts of an evil sorceror melted away like frost on a summer's morning. The woman was beautiful, her features perfect and scuplted, like a divine consciousness had plucked her from the realm of mortal beauty and moulded her into a godess. The woman's gaze swept over the stormtroopers, her eyes locked with Farak's, only for the briefest instant. Suddenly, Farak felt ashamed to be part of her prison guard, ashamed that he was party to such a crime. He felt hatred for the Inquisitor and his henchmen, as they poked her with knives and chained her up. They had tortured her, that much Farak could see, yet she had not given up. A sinister woman behind her whispered cruel words into her ears, and Farak almost cried out when the woman's innocent features faltered for a moment, and she looked at him again. Her eyes implored him. They begged him.

Farak blinked several times, and she turned her eyes away. Next, came a monster. A "superhuman" some called them. "Angels of Death". Farak saw no angel emerge from the ship. His face was a dark mask of cruel-intent, and Farak knew they would torture the poor girl until she was nothing but a broken husk. As the procession moved along, Farak heard hushed voices, until the woman spoke. "They will not kill me". The voice was sweet and beautiful, the sound of her speaking those five simple words more provocative than an iterator's entire speech. Farak longed to hear her speak again, longed for her to be happy.

The procession went past, and all the sisters started rambling on about some "code 6". Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. Farak relaxed slightly as Selene sprinted away, and turned to Gill. "I know what you mean," he said, still slightly harrowed by the experience. "He was as mighty as they say." Beating up young women, Farak thought. "Any idea what code 6 is? I guess we'll find out soon enough." said Farak, turning to Isaac. "Hi there, Isaac." said Farak, cheerfully. "That was some sight, huh?" he said, smiling, "This is our first real day of duty, and already we've seen a space marine, and inquisitor, and a really powerful sorceress!" said Farak, excitedly, masking his feelings about the woman. "I'd call that a good start to our careers, eh?" Farak said. Reflecting on it, it was a rather spectacular day.
 

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Errol stood loosely at attention as the chatter from the other squads behind him blended together into a low roar. His fingers drummed against the foregrip of his hellgun in steady rythm, his toes tapping inside his boots. He fought the urge bounce slightly or relax his knees for a moment for fear that Selene would take notice. The mummer of the squads only served to irritate him more as the minutes dragged on.

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke. I want a lho-stick. Smoke...He thought to himself, the drumming of his fingers speeding up slightly. To distract himself from the thought of a smoke, he scanned the hangar in front of him, taking stock of all easily reachable tools or fittings that could be used as a weapon.

As he was making mental notes about how a wrench could be used as a bludgeon, the Inquisitor's valkyrie touched down. Errol snapped to attention just a fraction of a second after the rest of the squad, his Hellgun held close and his fingers still. As the doors closed behind the ship, Errol felt his mind relax slightly, no longer worried that he may be sucked out into the vaccum of space. His mind snapped back to attention as the valkyrie's ramp lowered and the Inquisitor stepped out, his cloak swinging behind him.

A little over the top, I think, but it sends an effective message, Errol mused at the Inquisitor's black armor and other clothing. He took note of the bolt pistol and power sword over his other accessories. The two men behind the Inquisitor also caught his attention.

Spray fire at them on the charge, small one's hair could be used as a hand-hold when it gets to the nitty-gritty. Go for the big one's joints, get inside his reach, work his kidneys...What the...

His musing was cut short when he the saw the prisoner, her head held high in defiance of everything that had happened to her. At first, Errol thought that he might have felt respect for her, but then realized that he was feeling an intense hatred for this woman, no, this heretic. He did his best to retain a passive look on his face as she passed, another woman behind her with a knife pressed to her back.

That's better than you deserve, you heretic bitch.

His hatred was soon replaced with awe at the sight of the giant Astartes walking down the ramp. He marvelled at the thick ceramite plates of the power armor and the deadly look of the weapons clamped around his waist. As the giant walked past, the shorter man completely escaping his notice, Errol had realized he had forgot to breath for the last half minute. Drawing in a quiet breath, he tuned his hearing to catch the conversation between the Cannoness and Inquisitor, his eyes still forward and body at attention. As they departed and Selene relayed instructions to the squad, Errol began thinking about his long-awaited smoke again.

Ten minutes to relax, thank the Emperor, he thought as he pulled a lho-stick from a pocket on his webbing and lit it, taking a long, thankful drag.

"Never thought I would see a Space Marine that close up. Breathtaking," he heard Jill say. He nodded thoughtfully as he took another drag, smoke curling up in front of him and above his head.

He let out a lungful of smoke in a contented sigh, "Yeah, I wonder how many of them it took to bring her in. Seems like an awful lot to just take down one little girl."
 

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Mitja stood ramrod straight lips moving silently as he worked over a new cypher he created to get access into a system terminal. Head directly ahead while Mitja's eyes scanned the room noting the lax regulations the sargeants had with thier squads, being proud that Mitja was in Selene's squad.

When the Inquisitor's valkyrie landed Mitja snapped his perfectly polished and maintaned hellgun close to his breast next to the I of the Inquisition. Nothing but pride filled Mitja filled him as Mitja thought about the thought of being in service to the Emperor. When the Inquisitor walked down the ramp Mija was a little disapointed as he was hardly what an Inquisitor should look like in Mitja's mind. Then the retinue of the Inquisitor walked down and Mitja felt ashamed of his earlier thought. If a massive mound of musle like that was serving the Inquisitor then he must be formidiable.

The prisoner didn't even concern Mitja, she was a heretic and blasphemer against the God-Emperor. She should have been executed on the planet without a chance for her allies to attempt a rescue.

As the last two figures descended the ramp Mitja only could look at the noble Astartes. Mitja could not believe it! A vile heretic warranted one such as him? As Mitja stared the Astartes looked at Mitja who quickly lowered his gaze lest he offend him. Mitja hoped the Inquisitor was looking for more men to join his retinue so he could have a shot at serving one of the heroes of the Imperium.

Mitja heard Selene say that they had ten minutes and code 6 was in effect. Mitja mimiced Errol and got a iho-stick from his pocket but couldn't find his lighter. "Hey Errol lost my lighter can i get a light?" Mitja asks.
 

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Soren stood to attention as the Valkyrie landed. His armor was dull and chipped, and the 0:09 stood on his shoulder like a bloody gash. Soren gasped when the ramp went down. it wasn't the astartes, or the inquisitor that made him gasp, it was the prisoner. "YOU." he hissed as the prisoner marched by. Sorens eyes filled with hate, and the whispers of death grew louder in his ears. Sorens pulse sped up and he was having a hard time not leaping out of line to murder the bitch who killed his parents. He could take his eyes of her, much as he tried to. the heretics eyes met with Sorens, and her eyes seemed to plead with him, but Soren hatred was too strong to be overcome by charm. "One day, heretic, I will cause you as much suffering as you did to me." Soren mouthed this silent promise to himself and the heretic.

When the heretic was out of sight, he took out his lighter, lit a iho-stick from his pocket, and lit it, the hatred in his eyes fading, and the laughter came back into his eyes.
 

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"Hey Errol lost my lighter can i get a light?"

Errol looked over to Mitja, his lho-stick almost burnt out and tossed his lighter to his squad mate. He took out another and lit it with the smoldering tip of his first one before tossing the short on the deck and stamping it out with his boot.

"That was some sight, huh?" he hear Farak say, "This is our first real day of duty, and already we've seen a space marine, and inquisitor, and a really powerful sorceress! I'd call that a good start to our careers, eh?"

He looked over to Farak and then at his fresh lho-stick and took a deep drag, "It's certainly a good start to getting into a whole mess of trouble, that's for sure," he said, giving his squadmates a mirthless smile as he blew the smoke from his lungs through his nose.

Errol's eyes became fixed on the deck once again and moved his hand to the handle of his knife as his took another pull, thinking to himself, We're fragged.
 

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"And I think Im close to getting vengeance on the cultist who killed my mother." Soren muttered. "She had better hope that I am not assigned to guarding her, for she might not make it back." Sorens voice had grown ominous and quiet, and the area around him almost seemed to grow cold. "I have dreamed of avenging my mothers death for years, and I have not been able to find that bitch who did it, but now I have, and I will have my revenge, orders or no." Soren began to laugh, marking his return to his usual crazy, high spirited self.

But deep in his heart, his hatred remained, and his desire for vengeance. It had always been there, the embers of his hatred. but now it was an inferno since he had seen her. "Her stay here will be brief." Soren thought.
 

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Errol looked over to Mitja, his lho-stick almost burnt out and tossed his lighter to his squad mate. He took out another and lit it with the smoldering tip of his first one before tossing the short on the deck and stamping it out with his boot.

It's certainly a good start to getting into a whole mess of trouble, that's for sure,"

Mitja catches the lighter and sparks up his iho-stick. "Thanks Errol", Mitja says before going passing the lighter to Errol. "I certainly hope not. Nothing better on your report than a boring mission. Its when things get intersting that they go to shit," Mitja says darkly before going to a wall and leaning on it exhaling smoke in small rings.
 

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Davis was standing at the ready, anything to get this bloody ordeal over with. Damn Inquisitors do nothing but endanger the people around them, with their false accusations, and constant paranoia. His thoughts were stopped when Selene came into view, he knew that if he was caught even, no Davis, now You're being paranoid, they can't read minds, they can only break them. The =][= on his chest still a reminder that he has to get through this, at least until he could find a way to the vengeance, yes thats where his influence was seen last.

He was startled when the doors opened, lost in his own thought, again. He watched the retinue walk into the ship, he glanced at the heretic, he murmured something that, unfortunately most of the squad heard, "Heretic bitch, I'm sure you'll pay soon enough." he realized his mistake in pitch and went back to attention. He watched the woman startle the heretic, he thought to himself that "He's never seen anyone move slime like that since the Anathemian revolt!" he breathed a sigh, "Right, that old place."

For Davis this was not the first time he had seen an astartes, Anathemisis was ruled by the Legion of the Emperor's Fury, or wrath or whatever those cold bastards go by now. He heard Jill "Never thought I would see a Space Marine that close up. Breathtaking," Davis replied back to her, "Don't be surprised, they're not always this godlike." Davis made sure they were gone when he uttered the next sentence, he whispered into Jill's ear, "And the cold bastards back home used to talk about the Ultramarines like they were peasants." He then got back into position and waited off this "code six", by secretly taking a swig from his flask.
 

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Soren heard Mitja say "I certainly hope not, nothing better on your report than a boring mission. Its when things get interesting that go to shit."
"Yeah, but whens things start going to shit, that's when the fun really begins." Soren laughed. "That's when I get to use my children." he laughed again, his grin growing wider. He took out an explosive charge, inspecting it. he flipped the rectangular charge so he could see the timer. "good, me jostling the charge around did not set it off. that happened once, and no one even realized it." he laughed.
 

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Out of the corner of his eye Theo saw Yngvi's Hellgun and his jaw dropped with shock. How anyone could treat a weapon like that was beyond him. Yngvi hadn't cleaned it for days and the layer of dirt was obvious. He knew better than to confront him about it though - Yngvi made it pretty obvious that he liked his solitude. Unless he read him wrong...

"Good, me jostling the charge around did not set it off. That happened once, and no one even realized it." He heard Soren say.

"I swear, on the Emperor's immortality, that if that thing goes off now, I'll rip your head off," Theo laughed as he joined the group. He then remembered a piece of advice he read in an explosives handbook, "if you wrap them in barbed wire, or anything similar, you can increase damage output for non-armored targets. I'd recommend it."

"Can you believe it, Space Marines, Ultramarines no less, we might even get to fight with them," He saw that his excitement was reflected in most of the squad. Theo thought to himself and realised - he had not felt this excited for years. I guess that's the power of a Space Marine. How anyone can stand against them without breaking is beyond me. What if I can't handle myself on the field? Will I get branded a coward? Shot by the Commissar? Bloody hell.
 

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"It probably wont go off. probably, but the charges I get tend to be old and not at all safe, and I have heard stories of charges like mine going off without warning in some cases, or not blowing when wanted to, hence the reason I dont wrap my children in barbed wire, except if we are going to battle." Soren grinned evily. "And besides, you wont have to rip my head off if one my children go off, they will most likely chain react with all my other explosive children and kill the entire squad at least, probably do a lot more damage to the hanger......." he trailed off, lost in thought.
 

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Davis walked over to Soren "Who are you talking about?" he then realized that he was referring to the explosives. Davis stared at him long and hard before walking away very slowly. He turned to Jill and said, "That guy is the craziest mother fucker I have ever seen. And I once saw the former master of the Legion of the Emperor's Fury's forge get turned to Nurgle, kill 100,000 people, and raise the dead all in two days." He then walked away and reflected on the "Conversation" he had with the demoman. He knew this would be a long trip.
 

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Thadius stood dtock still fearing to move, it had taken just one of Selena's education moments for him to never move at attention again. He thought back to the near deffness and and sore abdomin he had had for atleast a week. The weight ofthe vox cast helped keep him centered and balanced. The familiar weight made him feel safe. He staired strsight ahead at the back of Theo's head, the hair line just below the helmet made an excellent center for him. The faint talking of other squads floated around his head as he staired aheand unmoving.

As the doors cracked open Thadius tenced and closed his eyes. "Don't look, don't look, its just anotehr valkyrie with some asshole in it you don't care about" The words echoed in his head he wanted to look, but didn't want ot get educated. "I am a servent of the emperor, guardian and savior of man kind..." Thadius recited the hem as he heard the ramp plunge to the deck with a clang. The boot falls of one then two. "don't look, don't look." Thadius tormented himself not to look. The figure appeard just to the left of Theo's head. "Thats an inquistor? seems like an Astartes wanna be with the power armor." Thadius allowed himself a grin. No one would see it under the vox speaker across his face. Two more figures walked past, the tall manly one and... cut your hair! the words screamed in his head. A servant of an inquisotr and you look like a tyranid lover... I', super impressed now. Thadius darted his gaze back to Theo's head. Thadisu continued his hems and prayers to the emerpor for focus until Farak's head motion left to right ever the slightes. "the heck..." Farak was a calm guy real military pro, not like him to move. The Thadius saw her, the woman in chains, crimson stains across her shirt and knives protruding. "Demon lover" Thadius returned to theo's head when the iron struck iron and his heart skipped a beat. Thadius took in the huge bulk of a creature. "...death encarnate..." Thw rods actuallt left his lips... a slight whisper but none the less he had talked. Thadius stared eyte wide pupils straning to focus on the harbringer of man kinds salvation. "there is ahero of the imperium" Thadius felt invigurated a spark of pride to serve the god emperor and along his finest. He locked his eyes to the back of Theo's head puffed out his chest and resited his hems conviction redoubles.

As Selena ran off Thadius finished his hem alound. "None that died in the servce of the emperor died in vain, and neither shall I".
Thadius scanned his squad mates and looked around the assorted squads, nothing of intrest now. He toggled the Vox on and listened to the other vox operators. Apparently he wasn't the only person to find the sniper to be a lonmg haired freak.

"Farak, y'all right man... kinda quiet for a sec there?" Thadius didn't take to his squad mates quicky but he didn't want Farak to snap and kill a lotta people either... bad for moral and what not...
 

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Jill turned when Davis started to speak to her. "Don't be surprised, they're not always this godlike." Jill was shocked by this view. Of course they were god-like, just look ata the size of them, their armour she thought to herself. Then Davis leant in really close and spoke so that only Jill could hear. "And the cold bastards back home used to talk about the Ultramarines like they were peasants." This just made Jill open in mouth in shock. She gaped at Davis before whispering back, "Talk like the Ultramarines were just peasants?! I would like one of them to have gone up to an Ultramarine and said that." She meant it as a joke, there was no need to annoy members of her squad, especially if she needed to trust them with her life, so she smiled at him. Tryinf to show him that she meant no offence.

Jill watched as Davis walked over to the Soren and Mitja who were deep in conversation about explosives. It took him a second to return when he said tto Jill in a hushed tone, "That guy is the craziest mother fucker I have ever seen. And I once saw the former master of the Legion of the Emperor's Fury's forge get turned to Nurgle, kill 100,000 people, and raise the dead all in two days." Jill wasn't sure to if this was true or not, she didn't know much about Davis. She merely agreed that the explosive expert was a little bit crazy. "Yeah he is the craziest guy I have ever met as well. Though I suppose you have to be a little crazy to carry high explosives around with you." Davis walked off again and Jill moved over to Farak. "Hey what did you think of the prisoner? She spooked me, though you have to admit she is proving to be one tough cookie to crack."
 

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Mitja just scans the room as his squad talks. He grabs another iho-stick and uses the lit one to light it like Errol. "What i'd like to know about, if anyone can say, is what is code 6?" Mitja asks to the whole squad. "Indeed Thadius, Farak looks a little shocked id say," Mitja pointedly asks Farak before blowing smoke into small rings again.

Hey what did you think of the prisoner? She spooked me, though you have to admit she is proving to be one tough cookie to crack."

"She will eventually break, as all are fated to do when captured by the Inquisition," Mitja replies to Jill cheeks reddining a little, "What I'm curiuos about is why they captured her and not killed her on planet."
 

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"That's how they start", Isaac almost whispered after overhearing Jill's comments about the Astartes warrior, "Young boys, taken from their tribes, their homes, be they on hive cities or death worlds, peasants, warriors. Only the strongest are chosen".

Isaac almost immediately withdrew back into himself, looking down at his feet, not sure whether he should have spoken the way he should have. He did not know his fellow squad members very well, and was unsure about how to approach them.
 
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