Love Can Bloom

LOVE CAN BLOOM It all started so simply....Love Can Bloom is the title of one of the most well-loved, heretical, and tl;dr who let the Ecclesiarchy in here? commonly-known pieces of writefaggotry ever to grace /tg/. Once upon a time, there was a drawfag named Miko. She made a comic about a Vindicare assassin falling in love with Taldeer from Dawn of War: Dark Crusade and Dawn of War: Winter Assault. The scene was genuinely well-drawn, so despite it causing nerd rage, /tg/ deemed it worthy of note. And then, as if to take the above and accelerate it into something more, a skilled writefag drew a fanfic for this. There was a mixture of nerd rage and delight. As the story panned out it told an intriguing and surprisingly deep tale that is widely considered some of the best to come out of /tg/ in the last few years. The story was beloved by the tubernets, who either broadly appreciated it, openly mocked it, or more commonly, both. The story tells of LIIVI (52.6 in the Roman Numeric system), the aforementioned Vindicare temple assassin, assigned to eliminate a fleeing, critically-injured Taldeer following the fall of the Eldar stronghold in Dark Crusade. Genuinely moved by the sight of the woman and the fact that she is the last of her kind on the planet, LIIVI goes against his orders and becomes Taldeer's guardian, fighting through increasingly-difficult odds in a galaxy determined to destroy them both. The engineered killing machine that is LIIVI discovers his humanity, and Taldeer confronts her inner demons figuratively and literally. It has spawned at least 2 spin-off works, not the least of which is Core of Brutality and Imber, a continuation of the series. There is also Lofn which is just d'aww. And then, as if to drive the point home, recent scenarios in Dawn of War 2 have suggested that the entire fucking thing is canon. NO they haven't. They just said that Taldeer died. They plucked a singular, random soulstone from Kyras's demonic ass without every stopping to interview the fucking gem. Predictions: Trolling. Also LIIVI is now quoted in Dark Heresy:Ascension, and the book also contains a picture of a Farseer stalked by a Vindicare. Win! Contents [hide] 1 Story 1.1 Chapter One 1.2 Chapter Two 1.3 Chapter Three 1.4 Chapter Four 1.5 Chapter Five 1.6 Chapter Six 1.7 Chapter Seven 1.8 Chapter Eight 1.9 Chapter Nine 1.10 Chapter Ten 2 About the Ending 3 See Also 4 Gallery [edit] Chapter One "Exitus Acta Probat: the Outcome Justifies the Deed." -Dictum Vindicare The Vindicare creed is that enemies of the Imperium of Man die ignoble deaths. No trials for these heretics, no recognition of any ability they hold, not even a record of their order to be killed. A quick, surgical procedure, a reflexive, impassive, reaction to eliminate an enemy that leaves behind only the slightest of blemishes, soon to be hushed up and covered for fear of prompting more invisible, bureaucratic executions. Traitors and rebels may gird themselves for the unlimited waves of guardsmen crushing their towns underfoot, continent disintegrating orbital bombings, and fearless, unstoppable, merciless space marines. Yet, how they quail when oh so casually, their honored leader, god figure, demagogue, idol, chosen one, noble general, great hero, neighbor, friend, mother, father, child, or beloved fall lifeless, a round dark hole in their forehead. "Do not fail." Most munitions that this assassin had dealt with previously have been subsonic, quiet, subtle machines that he is expected to keep hidden and assemble on site; other dogmas stated that all weapons had to be popular with those populations that were to be affected, to show the Emperor's judgment came from the people. And then there was the Exitus rifle. Tough enough to break a terminator's Tactical Dreadnought Armor, quiet enough to not wake the baby you are using for a fire brace. It is immense, huge and unwieldy, a full one point eight seven meters long when fully deployed, nearly as tall as the man carrying it, weighing eight kilograms unloaded, a full nine loaded. "One shot is all I need." By all means, Governor-Militant Alexander should have dispatched a Culexus. Whatever psychic blasphemy the witch unleashed, would have been stifled by the sheer terror generated by it. It was as close to monster a human could get and still be beloved by the Imperium. Only just. Lukas Alexander hated those things. That's why the Vindicare had been dispatched. That, and a tangible reminder of the consequences of failure. "Standby for drop order." The sighting array switched through the spectra, finally settling on human normal. The Vindicare enjoyed those brief moments when the targets were confirmed. Eldar. Perhaps a one and two five meter tall one. Neck doesn't break easy, little bone. Very flexible. The Primary was having trouble with its helmet, and the Vindicare waited. A combat mission was free of the various restrictions, implications, and extenuating circumstances that were far too often glued to it. A swift kill was all that was necessary. "Appears injured," he murmured into the mouthpiece. Just in case Lukas was listening. He was a paranoid man, the Inquisition playing both sides in the conflict between Astartes and Guard. Better to assuage the Governor that he was following policy. "All the better. Drop her," The commander had no appreciation for the moment. Orders were orders. His finger was on the trigger- "Wait, something's happening-" "I...Can't." "What do you mean you can't? Soldier? What's going on?" Lieutenant Ardrin shot a glance at the monitors across the screen, running down the various cryptorunes that festooned the archaic mechanicals, "The Techpriest checked every last one of these things for flaws in their machine spirits, so I KNOW there is nothing wrong with you. What is the difficulty?" Silence. "I say again, assassin, what is the problem? Are you under attack? Is the Eldar dead?" The glow of the glass machine in front of Ardrin said nothing. He sighed, and then turned to the vox operator next to him, currently relaying status reports on the destruction of a building to Lukas. "Inform Lukas that the Vindicare is unresponsive." The officer nodded, speaking a word of prayer before entrusting it to the waves on the wind. The response was short in returning. Dispatch two chimeras fully loaded. Contact the killer's handlers. Pray for forgiveness. To know the future is to look upon an ocean of possibility. Twisting, turning vast and serene at the distance. What a harmonious blue it seems ahead of you, blended together with but the vague hints of surf and wave edging and bouncing across the way. You approach it, details start to come forth, and for a moment, you can see the lines of tide, the touch of the wind, rocks set in there, and aquatics going in and out of it. Now you are on the beach, and you can see the future coming at you, then pulling back, a hunger determined by rocks in the sky and the density of particles hundreds of miles away. You stumble over a gewgaw vomited forth by the surf, but you can't stop walking forward. Cold, it seems to push you away at first, but then it pulls, pulls firmly. Suddenly, the possibility and limitless potential you saw a mile back is gone, replaced by green and white and blue pulling you down into the dark. That's how this battle was. It seemed so simple, so easy at first. Then she stepped in, and suddenly she was in the middle, sucked out and away, her possibilities narrowing and tightening like water running down lungs. In the distance, screams of her kin, valuable every one of them, more long lives dimmed and smothered by a horde of sparks. Quick lived humans. Then it was impossible. She had gone so far as to charge, for a moment caught on the path of the warrior all those blood obsessed spoke so highly of. And what did she get? Stabbed through the torso for it. the tactical necessity. he was hardly pleased. and the reaction had been as expected: Nineteen floggings. and your soldiers distracted from securing Tyrea? Of course. The helmet was stifling. that she used to know. she hears grinding. I'll just invite those Orks next door to share a glass of Amasec sire. The tide is coming back to her. with a mobile med station at the ready. She leaned heavily on her spear. A kilometer and a half under her. to flee. spit and blood running out like a fountain. Alexander was to be a governor. as a greater dose of the pain dimmers hit him. Anything but cowardice. unlike Sturnn. "Sire. "You had better give me a GOOD reason why in the name of the Throne you gave an order to move out my assassin on your own. I should have you SHOT for disobedience. her witchcraft upon me. from Cadia." . opening her mouth.It was the adrenaline. stitching up wounds and removing broken ribs to replace with new ones. He had had to order his troops that they could not stand down yet.Look at your condition. she had to breath. "That. Do not dare bring up any terms of friendship. Still injured. one execution for Conspiracy to Sabotage Imperial Morale. It was blood. Ardrin!" Lukas was angry. filling her throat." "Well. her. And unlike Sturnn." The medicae swam around Governor Militant Lukas Alexander like flies. I had TRUSTED you. Of course.It wasn't the helmet. scorching a full half of his torso. His power packs had burst. mused Ardrin. It had to come off. that damn witch unleashed her. Alexander tolerated the longer treatment time to heal the cosmetics. if you had just let me-" "Let your retinue carry you around." Lukas stuttered. I have served you lon-" "Yes. "And she g-GOT away. with the high of triumph dashed upon the rocks of disappointment. her own fate. What they do not have are the instincts of a human being. they do not follow human instinct.Not that we need to tell anybody about this. Sweat does not appear on her skin. The Farseer in the Vindicare's sights does not scream. A sign you have done a job poorly is when the target is allowed to display the fear instinct. they have pupils that dilate. Whenever death came close. "I was thinking of the greater campaign. targets of opportunity. nodded slowly. lungs that draw in more oxygen in preparation of a standard fight or flight situation. jeered her." He waved the untreated hand down to himself. I'll afford you this luxury. Typically. pulls back long black hair out of her eyes. wincing again. not the ocean tide. And the Officios of the Assassinorium?" "I expect they're already here." "Of course sire.the fine medical supplies the men got from those Tau. "Very well. She drifts on the eddies. testing each. but something hungry. They still have sweat and adrenal glands. places both hands on her weapon. The Vindicare's spymask zooms in on the point to which he already looked." Alexander sighed. lowers her center of gravity. A gloved hand reaches up. when it comes to Eldar. I must admit. But her eyes. A human being (As was drilled into the Vindicare at the Temple) when confronted by a situation of fear will scream to alert members of its family unit. rather muscles tense and relax. and the populace that one is attempting to get the message to. The ocean is around Farseer Taldeer now. but she had to ignore it. However." Ardrin spread his hands. Fate mocked her. bobbing away from the hungry black below. pointing down there. or flee blindly to shelter or more family units. "I was hardly in any condition to act. she could feel it tugging. those frightened eyes focusing on a patch of dirt. put it out of mind. Sharp metal breaks through dry dirt. as the weight shifts once more." The Eldar's biology is similar to a human's. she draws her foot back. will attempt to either keep the predator in sight. these instincts manifest themselves in the "Secondaries" onlookers. A moment of sensitivity in her abdominals. . This is considered victory. then release. And the smell of Lameras." "And I know you're smart enough not to execute an honest aide. they do dilate."I have a commissar outside. Thank the Emperor for unh . She steps across and in the blink of an eye slams her foot into the things face. it moves down. emerging from the ground. 1. 4km/hr. There was a tomb under here. She might have had a chance before. drag it out so as to finish it. and even then was just barely was when they came out of the ground. she thought bitterly. as the hand pulls out of the edge of her blade with unnatural strength. On the air was something else. swallows her blood. Only half out. sending sparks gushing. Biel Tan. Her eyes flutter. Sweep in low. The first falls on the ground behind it. this one line of fate where I don't die. Wraithbone severs its head. ramming it back into the ground. rage. revealing the roots of a vile steel skeleton. The only moment they were vulnerable. there had to be. distancing. rust. Cracks of stone lodged in their living metal echo across the valley. "Here.6 km. She surges forward. sliding between her fingers. tearing up yellow grass and slamming into the pair of hands. A bare instant before a response was formulated in the thing's brain. but what for the life of her seem to be the stretches and aches of predators reawakened. and the innate. Insanely enough. pulling it up. sending her to her knees. Blood warm. Khaela Mensha Khaine. rolling and twitching in its search for flesh and blood. and looks at the ground." She draws her hair back. . runes of victory. performing what she logically knows to be status checks of their corporum. She looks up. Wraithbone whistles through foreign air. [edit] Chapter Two Taldeer had to rely upon speed. repulsive soulessness of the Great Enemy. Wicked knives sprout from dead Earth. but now was smelling familiarly of something. and her spear is only half through the second hand. She breathes in the sharp air of an alien world.She drifts up. revealing the neck. rebirth. with stray strings of meat snapped with her last exertion. one that she always loathed. An eddy washes over her. cocking its head. pale light filtered by eyelashes. needs you t- "Windspeed." . dips into the ground. but- She feels her side. and Ulthwe.67 cm adjust. Was it checking the database against traps and ruses pulled millennia ago? Verifying her against accounts of age old enemies reserved for torture or consumption? Come on. pain shot through her body. voices of dirt and stone and dead bones buried saying. And as if to remind her. the Flayed One uncovered. One comes closer. she wonders why it hadn't already struck. her fingers running down the wraithbone howling spear. gripping her spear. death. slightly. and one of the incinerators yelled. Three flayed ones look to the horizon. set at a one hundred and forty five degree angle. and it falls in half. was a man dressed in immaculate uniform who had conveniently forgotten any sort of identifier. tilts." Alexander turned back to look in the pit." Lukas nodded carefully. All five turned their main jets on the offending motion. the slight sound that one could mistake for a finger snap is heard. promethieum lapping the sides. "Governor Militant. overseeing the incineration of the Eldar corpses." Lukas Alexander stayed where he was. before the acid finishes what a near kilogram round couldn't. A weak hand raised. as another finger snaps. A kilometer and a half away. He turned his head. his pinky sliding along to the Governor's carotid." She blinked. the troopers clad in chem masks and biochemical armor. as the sun was blocked out by a raised hand. "Soldier. "On the situation. "I need to brief you sir. The metallic horror's spine. Tasted li- "Necron." the soldier blinked carefully. pointing down. One was leaning on an ammo dump. .Foreign thought. The third. Taldeer raises a hand in front of her face as a bullet rams into the center necron ribcage. placing a hand on his shoulder. shards of hypersonic shrapnel nudged by fate and her mind away from her. Shoot the joints. to see three men far apart from one another. its claw flailing at where an Eldar used to be in its fevered program. astonished. the other carefully standing guard in front of an entirely unimportant building. turning away from the bubbling hiss. Acid rounds recommended. having a smoke. "And your comr-" The soldier stepped far too close to the governor in the space of a moment. Behind him."My credentials are all in order. looking up. Governor Alexander. shot him. He would have struck the man. "Now. alas. Would like to lock me up in the stocks? They have some stocks on the ship. Lukas would have loved to tell the fake all that Lukas had done in service to the Emperor of Man. the smoke drove high into the sky. we should meet immediately. Alone. wouldn't you say sire?" "Of course." Said the Governor." "Y-" "It's a good thing your officer is unarmed. "I feel. placing a too clean and soft hand on the Governor's table. but the secrecy of our service holds utmost sway over any respect for command. just in case of a situation like this. "Forgive me. "But I feel that Ardrin should come. In my command tent. and coincidentally followed by the other two soldiers minding their own business. following the man. my lord. Would have. "He seems the type to resist." He whispered. and ordered the other two executed. There was much the Governor Militant would have said. fortunately my two comrades are . turning. even within these sound proofed walls. He would have laughed at the false soldier." the soldier murmured. and paused. I can not divulge. Where and when would you like the briefing?" The pinky slid up to the base of the chin." Lukas had just sat down. "Thank you. following the line of the pulse. and don't bear mentioning sire. Do you wish to have me flogged. removing his hand and turning on his heel. "You can be candid. Helps to assure no unfortunate leaks of confidential information." said the man turning on his heel. threatening with a finger." he spread his hands. "Pardon me? Just who ar-" "Specific ranks. and before you say commander. or denied rations? I believe those are penalties that you may inflict on me." Said the man of the Officio Assassinorum. the Inquisition had the walls soundproofed. his mouth suddenly run dry. Midilv continued." As Lukas opened his mouth. hmm." "The Vindicare." "Why are you speaking so deferentially?" "Because I am a loyal servant of the Emperor. Actually. at least in this current crisis. pore-less face. what a time at the whipping post for me!" The man turned. you must have some means to refer to me. Where to start: The obvious." The two casual guardsmen entered. "I regretfully ask you to puzzle that one out for yourself." Lukas leaned in. and the Inquisitor has instructed me to obey you. are determined by missions completed. assaulting a fellow officer. my my. "And just the facts." "And you would be?" "Midilv. I feel that as Governor. He shouldn't be capable of this. heedless of the new company. About. a smile on his face." . Looked. or hints at machinations above and below. Right. names. Me. The." Lukas raised a hand before Midilv spoke. thank you very much. at least in my temple. I'm not in the mood for your shame and self mortification." Midilv leaned in.. Vindicare. "Of this you should mention in thanks to your prayers to the Emperor tonight. "Who ARE you?" "My name would seem nonsense to you. bearing Ardrin between them." "Of what?" "Rebellion. I should rephrase that." "There is an Inquisitor here?" "He is not.just the type to take him in with a minimum of fuss. Tell. Ardrin looked clearly intoxicated on victory amasec. his lips drawn taut across his too symmetrical. Public.. "Just. I'm afraid. "The Vindicare. Date of origin. and it should be freezing through the gloves. her eyes. areas of operation. . They were ideas. Appeared recently. all invalid and untaught to the Vindicare. up and away. concludes the Vindicare.The entirely ordinary guardsmen lined themselves behind their speaker in formation. The Vindicare stands. They were said to be inhuman. traces of the bitter living metal following from the body. in order to increase accuracy and allow a change to the secondary weapon. wraithbone spear impales the already fragmented skull. the fingers dancing and sliding across the wraithbones. In every spectrum. How can ammunition rebel? Necrons. His eye never leaves the scope. and starts moving forward. and the kick rams into the Vindicare's shoulder. Lukas stared at the three of them. She shines. "Rebellion?" Rebellion was something that happened to ordinary men. and pulls down. long ago. Naturally. Range has to be shortened. color draining from his face. and together. The finger snaps. ramming through into the torso. The Assassins were an urban legend. Through the scope. She glows radiant. The finger snaps again. Alexander was unaware of their existence until shortly before the invasion of Kronus. held on short chains and reduced to lives as valuable ammunition. as it slides. as he sat back heavily. They were a myth. And the scope always seems to find itself back onto her. A bad sign. they were mankind's secret monsters. It was something that happened in myth to the Space Marines long. she glitters. pulling her up. Naturally. Heat distends accuracy. Farseer Taldeer's hands come apart. A kilometer away. following the head of the blade. The N20 coolant sheath is cool to the touch. Machines of flesh and bone and Imperial propaganda. fate singing its assurances for the direction. the living metal slower to adapt to the rocky landscape under it than true flesh. scratching the wraithbone.Two down. She feels the shot through the waves before it hits. The three turn as one to face her. Three left. five to go. landing on the ground to their right. She couldn't lose the initiative. One of them damaged. and nearly stepped too far before she felt the fates turn down into the dark hunger. into the falling creature's neck. as the necron metal and her armor emit a symphony of shrieks. sliding forward. . Two Necron automatically track the third's head as it flies off the already damaged neck. Confidence runs up and down her. All brute force. for something. by the caliber of the rounds. sliding through the machine's equivalent of a right thigh. His comrade. They turn back to her. low and ready. No reaction. There is a snap. bracing herself as the pain in her side reminds her that she isn't unhurt herself. A human was helping her. She leaps again. Not made to end the battle right. but to end the battle now. spear ahead- And sees the Necron take it. She kneels. pulling her weapon free. and then pulling back to impale the one that tried to stab her with claws lost from a bullet. as she falls back to earth. The one on the left has uneven footing. She steps first to the left. and ending in it's left knee. as another silent Necron charges the Farseer from behind. Waiting. She could tell. bringing the blade up. no understanding of the harmony of a battle. The Fates laugh. The abomination in front of her still lived. soaring by her will. and glanced down. The tide pulls around her. She surges forward. A human. is a blur of motion. then drives in. How? Heavy footsteps crash into and rise from barren earth. She couldn't be more thankful. but she still feels so good. and stopped in time to miss the claws of the one behind. A bullet. She stepped back. leaving her untouched where only moments before she was doomed. probably. it's hands reaching out and holding onto the spear as she attempts to pull it back with her one good hand. going on either side of her. She screams. Much less a rifle designed to pound a near kilogram round across a battlefield to. and a pistol in the other. giving the slicing talons access to her untouched flesh. His eyes switch between each in the time of a blink. injured arm held close. the ragged cloth and skin held. Ordinary human beings do not hold a rifle in one hand. The other. Every way points down. This is because it might break your arms. Those bullets aren't even going to kill them. . She lets go. Two metal skulls were reduced to molten. A space marine wouldn't do it because it was stupid. Two snaps were matched with two unbearably loud reports of metal rammed into. slowly shaking and undulating it free. as the metal dislodges it. her bitten lip gives blood. I'm probably going to end up hurting something. lining them up with two skulls. The two turn. and her arm shrieks in pain as she falls back. and pistol in his hand. The ocean is gone. twisting. she pulls back. There are no tides. no eddies. next to Farseer Taldeer. biting her lower lip as the last of her arm guard gave way. no drifts anymore in the possibilities. diving low. scuttling forward.The Necron she impaled looks passively on. No use. This is going to miss. and compulsively wipes and twitches it across itself. he thought. blow apart a monstrosity spawned of nightmares and the unholy vagaries of the Warp. He landed with grace. stares for a moment at the blood on its claws. The pistol was little better than a sized down version of the rifle. if necessary. she pulls. slightly caustic and soggy shrapnel. The Vindicare reflected on this as he jumped over the embankment. The impaled Necron stares down at her spear. rifle down his shoulder. " "How did you manage to defy an Inquisitor?" "His luck held. and connections to others. An Inquisitor working on a world desired to send a message to the governor. He was raised and trained. This was one of them. The Inquisitor added stipulations. from birth. Any deviation was punished with torture. We have attempted to teach them to tell the difference of weapons by discharge smell. raped. They were taught to hide from their teachers and administrators. and to only come out when the mission was complete. but he failed to complete these stipulations. and only when they received word from an authority figure that acted the impeccable imperial. The sense of smell is cultivated carefully." "A botched mission? You let him live after a botched mission? And you gave him to me after that? I am responsible for liberating a world-" "One of a million. ruined. that the only reason he wasn't dead. Any exposure to perfume. The Inquisitor was shortly thereafter purged before he could bring his wrath to bear." "So what happened to this one?" "We failed to punish him for a botched mission. Culexus. and the Inquisition informed us that they would take no action against us. They were taught that they were selfish monsters. And oh so many people want assassins." "He did kill her." "What?" "His mistress. or suffered under any other horrible abuse that we could think of. with their small pool of recruits have need to take in any they can find. sire. Any deviation is punished by torture. to even think of being different from their fellows. a Vindicare is a well oiled machine. Callidus require some socialization to blend in. Their vocabulary is limited to only that which they need. who is filled with distractions. Contrary to a human being. or anything pleasant and unneeded in their missions is punished by torture. right?" . The Vindicare was supposed to take out one of the primary's personal secondary's. Eversor. Never shall you find any more well disciplined than a Vindicare. The Vindicare finished the job. their combat drugs do the trick. was because of the Emperor."A Vindicare should not be mistaken for a human being. memories. to guide the lessers to extinguish the threat throbbing rotten in the core of Kronus. She was trusted to come. Does it matter? What matters is that your men out there shall not find him. A presence." "Then what's the matter now? He was fine earlier in the campaign. pain. Good mission. She took a small comfort in that. here she was." [edit] Chapter Three Slaanesh was near. There is always a contingency. they are as hard to catch as the wind." "Combat stress? Machines do wear out. Someone. barring proper maintenance. Blood. how to clean primary? . Job unclean. Primary has high chance of survival. Yet. the thoughts came through again."Yes. It wasn't a Necron. blood loss severe. and they are as easy to find as a mote of dust in the rainforest. fallen to fool pride. and the soulgem at her neck. Primary suffering internal bleeding. Some machines sooner than others. How. at the mercy of something. LCB Headcam. Do not worry though. currently showing resignation. He will be found. Someone with a presence at least. Why did they come unbidden? Pain. It shouldn't be like this. helpless. They strike as lightning upon the heretic. A noise. even with our guidance that we provided them." "Are you-" "We are not sabotaging them. A lot of blood was lost. Her eyelids flickered momentary glances of a too bright gray sky. how. and leave them in confusion. She shouldn't be dead yet though. losing blood. I'm just telling you that the Vindicare are trained to be a force of nature.jpg Taldeer could feel it in every breath. thought the Commissar. At first a statement. a lengthy pause. This time. She felt a hand touch her. "If I didn't have all my faith behind noble lord Lukas Alexander. take advantage of our victory-" "Do you doubt Lord Lukas?" The sergeant casually said. Five kliks left. Now.. I wouldn't be doing this. as he stepped back inside the chimera..?" A voice flat and muffled came behind her. "This is RIDICULOUS!" he shouted. gifting this pathetic dirtball with the grace of His mercy to liberate it. The thoughts came again. superficial. and pushed out. looking away. who was genially standing and listening to the bellicose man. Commissar Daniel glared out of the top hatch of the Chimera. Damage to self. as she tottered again. uncertain. pure reaction. Local yokel. rigid iron roads set that his thoughts ran through. "How so. much less appreciate what the glorious Imperium was doing." Commissar Daniel finished with a glare. and she was sitting up. then a question. regretting it immediately as fire lanced up and down her. Medical science far easier than expected. ... Probably never even heard of Cadia. a large happy grin on his face. He glanced at the auspex. mashed. sire?" "The soldiers of His holy wrath should not be prancing about in the middle of nowhere. she was caught. A moment. then hesitant. She opened her eyes. The sergeant nodded amiably.The thoughts were jumbled. Converse? "You're okay. turning to the poor sergeant down inside the chimera. but there was something active in there. chasing some worthless incapable who got himself lost! We should descending upon the Orks. Primary is active. Your name?" "L-I-I-V-I.. Yet. She was hardly in any shape to resist him. off. "Farseer Taldeer.. I.. Comm mike. She had to estimate that it was best to just lay back. get. frustratingly. Communicate in their gothic language. get. "No. instinct. hard frame. with the authority to kill any one of them or any one in their way to recover one missing soldier..but she was oh so very tired. well trained to keep her out.He leaned back. Autonomous.. Yet. get away from the mon-keigh-. Faceless.. pushing forward his cap. "I think this is my first time. you're. you're not Primary. and he wasn't hostile. identification. It was always hard to translate human thought." She noted with surprise her captor was rusty in his own tongue. dangling by a wire. each armed with the best weapons they were ranked for. Stay neutral. "Why were you shooting the Necrons?" "Secondary objective: destroy hostile combatants. All she felt were some whispers of emotion. Clipped." "And the first?" . tensed. waiting. well formed for a human. still looking down." She pulled against whatever was holding her. Matte black stealthsuit. The seas of fortune were still. Liivi?" Liivi? Strange name." He had a mind of iron. a pistol in the holster. but she prided herself on her mastery of psionics. Compact. "Primary. I.I'm. she was on near equal footing with a mere soldier with a gun. Commander of thirty guardsmen. had to get up. In a purely military sense of course. She stared up. She stilled. she had to reflect that stillness. "Do you always spell things out. I'm sorry. but make clear no weakness. and all he wanted was a drink." The voice was muffled. yes. just disappear. That is our temple's dogma. if you please. insert a food pack to his veins. He was out of our hands and served on the field." "Mission probability post-combat rejuvenation/isolation." Lukas blinked. but if you recall. We have proven success by this. he doesn't know how to speak. What he meant was that your assassin was probably removing himself from the soldiers. "What?" "Don't blame him. We assumed he was going back to you. until they stuck." "A full history of the Vindicare's career." Midilv sighed. as taught. as she stared intently at him. best to avoid only after one's proven his worth. and to attain a good position with field of fire. Not that that matters." Ardrin said. opening hands for the "guards" behind him to place a dataslate and quill into. A whisper of a thought passed through her head. The iron bars of his mind shifted. subtly. clean and repair his weapon. "To protect you. keeping him in an isolation cell and maintaining his health. looked away. reset and remaintain for next operation in greater campaign." Lukas glanced over at one of the four faux guardsmen. and sleep half hour cycles." "But. leaning back in his chair. meditate.Liivi paused. Blending with civilian populaces isn't our strong suit. and if possible. your landing at Victory Bay and the following conquests were chaotic. "We do take care of him. "History? You're the handlers. glancing at the now fully conscious and hurting Ardrin. "he would leave between missions. . There was a lie in his voice." Ardrin wrinkled his nose. Her men would come soon." "And?" "And I ordered him to cover fire. Some mon'keigh thug hired by one of their damned Inquisitors who wanted to be "enlightened" or to steal technology. "It is a duty. Wouldn't affect him." Farseer Taldeer said. nothing more. I ordered him to clear it. Tau sympathizers were fighting each other. And cease holding on to me. She would think on it. Guess that's what you get when you are so many with so short to live. and this one human would. Typical idiocy. these humans hadn't even explained the purpose to their henchmen." "Protect me?" Taldeer realized she had to remain casual. There was a family. "Why me?" She was too injured to argue right now. just what she needed. even if it wasn't in his mind. Would. Occupants were in the house.I want to know every single thing you ordered him to do in the bare three months he has been out of our eyes. she could be evacuated easily." The most important thing at the moment was ensuring immobility. He understands families to be the smallest and most informal squads. And he was very confused about it." "Hmph. "Perhaps. He wouldn't care. Er." He doesn't know. We got tipped off about a Tauphile schism. "How?" . "Nasty fighting. she realized." "Support of soldiers in taking the industrials of Victory Bay. "You may do something about my injuries. " Taldeer stared. Farseer Taldeer took out her runestones. Savior. the presumed home of the necrons had turned quiet.She was not expecting that. insignificant. wraithbone psychoplastic bubbled as the last of the consecrated promethium burned off of the Bonesinger's arts. She was injured. And nine meters away was the human. and the target is out of sight.. I am taught that if the shot is unclean. Nurture. ." The surf doesn't chop. the nearest possible position of her battlegroup was at least fifteen kilometers away. Weapon. He had knelt down. The tide ebbs. The webway was long destroyed. rising and falling. As she recalled. and the far off thunder of ordnance." When I hack them to screaming pieces with my weapon. reduced to shards as she had evacuated through it. the call for a 'medic'." Silence. are associated with it. cut off from support. they. A mere kilometer under her. The face mask remained intently focused on the rifle the whole time. Mon-keigh. then. as if to explain. And keep watch for more enemies. "Perhaps it is best if you set me down. The other carried a pistol. Killer." "Are dying? I was taught that was a common response. uh. let's not mention that bit. and Liivi stared down back at her. alone with a self declared assassin. and was cleaning it one handed. or paternal more rarely. all those who bear the common sign of a healer are to be shot.. while I treat myself. "When. "To disable any chance of the Primary resuscitating and rendering the mission a failure. It replaces or supplements call of maternal member of the family squad. through the rough terrain. straightening and pointing at the rustles of wind. "How? Well. Farseer Taldeer sits on the beach of tomorrow and in the Tyrea plains of Kronus. like the ocean was sleeping. She grabbed a handful of her dice. and after a moment's contemplation. her shuriken pistol. Time to roll the bones. Three kilometers away. Assassin. rolling out a plastic canopy which he laid his rifle down upon. for now at least. raising them to her spirit stone. shouldn't you know that? I've felt it flash through soldier's minds. healing. the third eye sight unable to clearly catch up. it's very nice that you explained to me exactly how much you think I screwed up in handling your defective wind up killtoy. replacing the magazines. Vindicare doctrine taught that engagement with pursuers should never be undertaken when the targets knew where you were. turbo penetrator. still in reserve. The N20 coolant sheathe emits a small hiss as it slides over the barrel. the commander had chosen the battlefield to hem in the Eldar. their poreless faces still. pigment streaked. The Vindicare stood up. and dissolution were the three objectives when handling hostile trackers. but you haven't explained to me how I avoid having to worry about receiving a bullet between the eyes whenever I go outside from the one of the Imperium's finest fallen. green. Packing together and reassembling his rifle. following the yellow white smear of thermal exhaust in the sky. Primary was rolling dice. Movement at 321 degrees.Nine rounds used. The Vindicare placed a fresh three round clip into his magazine. Ardrin was to his left. who apparently was so perfect that he fucked up a job before he came here. The arm holding the Exitus pistol snaps over by reflex. Lukas took another gulp from the water. The terrain was rougher." . All of her equipment was beside her. Eighteen remaining. still suffering from the chemicals washed through him. pale and shivering. force their hover vehicles to slow and show themselves above cover. Hellfire. Made for a difficult time sending forces out of the base though. as the three Officio Assassinorum handlers stood before his table. "So. flicking through the spectra as he glances over a horizon purple. panic. She appeared to be dropping some sort of smaller equipment. sweating from every pore. A concrete heat signature. and shieldbreaker ordnance. The Vindicare returns his pistol to the holster. ruined soup of black and white. They would be tracking him now. The small electronic whine on his person told him as much. and stepped low among the long grasses. atypical of a chimera half a kilometer away. Misdirection. but they would most certainly run. we can wait for him to run out of ammo for his Exitus weapons. sending the Techpriests and Enginseers into hysterical fits. could always be used. and not in the least unwanted. A chimera. and watching the plains flood that'll occur."Napalm the area. Long lived chimeras in active use soon resemble their namesake. But the older chimeras would get a slow mottled look over them. and repairing and replacing what they could identify and find at the parts depot. like a child mixing clays in a creche. hastily covered in metal roof sheeting. with an injured parasite clinging to him. Deploy the Aeronautica and carpet bomb the area. The machines would run unwell. and then for him to run out of food." The chimera of the Imperial Guard is about as simple and reliable as a vehicle can get without it being pedal powered. poisoning. Barring any civilian assistance. Break the Obsterm dams up north and deploy a third of your manpower salting." Mildilv waved his hand. nervously." Ardrin for the first time spoke. and the vindicare gained some honor in tying up valuable resources. if the Orks or Space Marines don't get him first. He might well starve. and dependent upon the nutritional packs he has been indoctrinated to consume. and useful in military situations. as those deploying tanks against assassins were considered tactically inept. All I have told you are guaranteed ways to eliminate your problem. begging forgiveness from the machine spirits." "That would actually work?" "Of course. was a terrible headache to deal with. urban combat. ." "And sarcasm is a pleasant and original way to respond to statements you do not like. Height. Shorn off track pieces replaced with crudely fitted boiler plates. which would allow you to run normal operations without worrying about officer heads popping. A chimera on the other hand. "Of course. and tactical use of screens would put the tanks on even footing. "Then he'll die sooner. The hatches replaced by doors stolen from civilian buildings. a good three kilometer radius should serve to deprive him of oxygen. you won't have to worry about him." "Hyperbole is very charming. discarded power pack casings molded into hinges. as taught in vindicare doctrine. seeming mechanical abominations with piece after piece welded to them. it was impossible to separate metals and alloys at a basic level without rebuilding the whole thing. They wouldn't run well. He is incapable of social contact. Tanks were less of a worry. "And the farseer? What if she intervenes?" Mildilv raised an eyebrow. three weeks from now. Commissar Daniel poked his head out of the hatch again. do you comprehend soldiers!" They followed his orders as best as they could." The Commissar turned. You'll find your way out eventually. and something gave a soft *Tink* in the chimera's lower armor. a flash of light somewhere to his right. "ENEMY FIRE!" shouted the Commissar. "Got a direction?" "Should be Cardinal East. No illumination. or pass me up a compass!" "Just a little to your left sir. Should be in sight range. LIIVI holstered his pistol. One MIA." "Left or right soldier. as the kilogram heavy. Misdirection. As much as anything else the turbo penetrator round was developed to counter these situations.A sniper holed in a building. A hailstorm of red stabs of coherent light obliterated the area and the rigged flint and rock that had provided the target. Two chimera crawled through the bush and over the hills and rocks. Then a crack. . move. barring what could only be done by consulting with the planet's geographer. squinting through the haze of heat at the long grass and lumpy excuse for terrain. the political officer shouting at them. trying to get himself into a more advantageous position. as the surprised soldiers sat up. A glint of something. and all this trouble. If the building collapsed. "Move. move! A man on every gun. green banded bullet was placed in the chamber. He hoped that this was really one huge birthdate surprise for one of the soldiers. So that he could then shoot whoever was responsible. creeping low through the grass. disgorging soldiers. and any gun that CAN shoot to the right. headlights shot out. the chimera would bash into the ground floor. The tech guy had said the auspex picked up something coming closer. shoots! I want a wasteland I can name after myself. so what? There was always another chimera. pulling down the hatch. smoke screening everything? Just drive. five hundred meters behind. occasionally sending sparks and slivers of metal out. The Commissar was next to the wall of the chimera when he heard the squeal. raise along the wall. was the leader. . then get a bead on who fired on us. shorting out lights as it traveled along. the lurch to the right. shrieking. with a little undue haste to exchange words. a tear still visible in his sleeve moved forward. hands still holding the side mounted lasguns. clear?" "Sir. eyes peeled for mines or traps. the commissar leaned in to the driver. ID it." said the Commissar. the paternal. Taking a squad of soldiers out of a perfectly safe armored personnel carrier begged for snipers. A soldier from the back. The one at the front. bring me a corpse. true to form stayed close to the chimera." muttered the driver. ending somewhere just short of the drivers hatch. yes. the word. park us as near as you can to that suicidal stain. the guardsmen squeezed in between. Copy?" "Affirmative. the panicked revving as the driver slammed down the accelerator. tell your squad to deploy and move in. In the dark. one point six meters. "TEATIME". pulling alongside the nervous squad extracting themselves from the second chimera. Investigate the area. The soldiers relaxed."Cease fire. The troops. traps. sweeping in close. Chimera 2. he heard the thumps and screams of the soldiers outside. move us out as quickly as possible. On one helmet. laspistol to the ready. hopping forward on one leg. venting excess steam outwards. but somehow Daniel managed to watch a steel line. "Driver. Maybe it was the adrenalin. covered in spare las cells. The Vindicare watched them. equipment falling around them. led by their lasrifles. "Stick as close to them as possible. facing the wall. or perhaps it was the initial charge of the rifle failing. his day much improved. and give cover to the second chimera. practically hugging the tread guard. definite slam. speaking out the side of his mouth. A man pointed at his boot. But that would betray targets. Feeling a bit like Ibram Gaunt. If there's a corpse." It was a risk. The Exitus rifle fired. and a whole lot of corpses. then another. if they bug out. Laughter. standing at ease. if there is isn't. The second chimera pulled up alongside the first. and the drill bit activating. He fell immediately. The first thing to do in any case is be the first man to set the example. He had to say something inspiring. Buzzing. A powersword points. One of the guardsmen falls with a sudden gasp. severe damage to the soldiers.Outside. The most immediate problem was restoring the squad's rationality. A Commissar. standing between two chimeras wedged together. slamming into the other. He runs into the grass. rifles first. as the commissar ran forward. "FACE YOUR DOOM. The Commissar. This is it. the Vindicare watched through the scope. . left. The rifle was slung. a joint broken by his shot. Daniel thought. doing mostly cosmetic damage. the assassin moved forward. Gouges in the side of the chimera. A confused man. waving his blade around. and a track torn off on his chimera. it could be a Carnifex for all we know!" Another bad choice of words. sending the tread whipping at the crowd of soldiers. lacking pull. but something had torn a large gash through his chimera. what was he supposed to do? Break out the rations? "You men. right." was admittedly a bad choice. pistol out. going through the fields. and incapacitated a squad. The powersword crackles with death dealing life. an order is given. Screams. A lack of mandibles and claws key him off that something's wrong.fan anything coming with fire. and calming them down before they panicked entirely. raising his laspistol. hanging for one brief moment before the driver hit the gas. The grass catching fire is the second. A pair of useless shots whiz into the undergrowth. black. the blade held aloft. Something whizzes by the Commissar's face. and low through the long grass. drivers. watching a track fly free. fire at the first thing that moves. and a commissar and a crowd of soldiers leapt out. weapons brandished and at the ready. up to the multilasers. Panic. catches a glimpse of something sandy. rattled. Death or glory. The chimera lurched left. the rest of you. but serving the Vindicare's purpose. darting ahead of him. Rustles of eighteen soldiers. A quick glance proved what the commissar had initially thought. foul XENOS!" he hopes one of the troops hear it. who had the wind knocked out of him by a thrown rock suddenly finds himself surrounded by red searing flashes. covered by two multilasers. Clicking insects hopping across. he realized. "Spread out. keep looking. perhaps. In their haste. past the soldiers. he considered. then reached over to pull two . before they drove off. they forgot the wounded. So me and my mate. to a figure. He shrugged. smoke drifting over them. ash swirling around it. bent down and took hold of a lasrifle. their leader had shouted something and disappeared. Guy I worked for always had a special time for Benzran Tea. red flickering across its brow. heralding their failure and embellishing the story to seem as if they encountered an entire Ork WAAAAGH! in the long grass. a joke." Gnaeus rolled his head over. hazy and blurred against the dark smoke. then launched on. "I worked in a house. on Cadia. "What does it mean?" Gnaeus was paralyzed from the waist down and had bone jutting out of his leg like wheat out of a farm. "Teatime. staring up at the patch of grey sky. laughing at a dying man. huh?" The Angel of Death did not laugh at the joke." the Reaper cocked his head at this. Flakes of ash fell around the two. Gnaeus waited a moment. Private Gnaeus lay on his back. and now the grass was catching fire? What could they do? The drivers only had the sense of mind to abandoned the crippled chimera. fire licking away from its feet. Serene even during a war. relaying the panic and breaking of their unit to the base. so long as he got that hot flavored water of his. Gnaeus couldn't blame him. something had torn apart the chimeras. Serene as a fatman and his cup. Wouldn't seem proper. The smoke crawls off as the shadow steps forward.It was sarcastic. Guess bloodloss and brain damage is doing that more for me. whispering through the pain. feeling vaguely blasphemous. we said. A joke.' We put Teatime on our helmets.Dissolution. that we'd stay cool. He was one of those wounded left behind. "Your helmet. 'all's well so long as its tea time. The guardsmen ran. "Never took briefings then." far times. as a guard for a while. What were they supposed to do? They were spread apart. just him and his cup. Who was he to argue importance with an angel of death? "Teatime?" A nod. The Vindicare considered this for a moment. rounded by black smoke. the only one. The runestones still lay. until eventually." "Very well. maybe first I'll turn into a crystal like the other old men. folding the hands over its chest. The love of the enemy. but one burning mote was left in his head. "Do you require the Emperor's Benediction?" "No. "Please. then paused. the mouth smiles. please. "Hold on. bounced across where they were. and shutting the eye lids. as she dragged at more of the half crystalline clotting. Maybe I won't die yet. uncertain hands reached over. dragging down. Gnaeus's hands digging into embers. "Tell me." It was all dark now. . The gray sky turned blue.powerpacks from Gnaeus's pockets. "Wait. she reflected bitterly. "Not yet. picked apart by mon-keigh for purposes of romancing each other. heading for the smoke. Then. half turned. the Vindicare turned. The assassin rose. even as the world was dark. Make an interesting landmark for the Imperial colonists." pain flared anew. [edit] Chapter Four Farseer Taldeer pursed her lips to suppress a grunt of pain as she probed at her wound. Blood crunched. turning." the cripple struggled. I have to ask you." Gnaeus looked up." Again. her attention waned from her wounds to glance at them. even as the window narrowed as the smoke thickened. Sweet fruit in dead mouths. "Hold on. Imitation to last respects it had seen time and time again through the lens of his scope. please. hold on. The ground splits. From time to time. she thought." The Angel didn't lie. the fall is good. crawling after the shadow heading into the dark. tell me?" "No." his eyelids were like lead weights. His body was left still for a time. I don't want to die yet. Gnaeus for his part did not resist. turning the body to face up. will it hurt? Please. Walk through fire. The sky was turning darker by the moment." she froze. as LIIVI stepped back. not that either of them would care. "Aren't you quiet. She saw the hints of his psychic signature through the wraithbone. gripping her spear. why should you care what my target profile is like?" It seemed strangely wobbly. "That only increases your target profile. as she finished placing her helm on." "Yes. "I'm going to need this. she was not about to be pushed around by something that hadn't even been born by the time she had killed someon- The Vindicare reached forward. as he approached Taldeer. He pushed it slowly. wouldn't it be nice if they would say something like. as Taldeer turned around slowly. allies position. but I'd rather not depend upon a sociopathic mon-keigh. her helmet half on." she tapped her helm." "It has taken damage. placing a single finger on the helmet." "Really.For once. Was he trying to intimidate her with his height? Well." The Vindicare set down the lasrifle carefully." muttered Taldeer. seeking for the pins that held it in place. . She felt along the chin." "So?" The Vindicare stepped forward. and putting it on. she wondered as she picked off the choice stone from the stone of the blind man seeing. Taldeer for her part was doing her best to ignore him. enemy troop movements. It was like being snuck up on by your own shadow. ninety degrees. things that would be practical? She arose. "It is harder to maintain unit integrity and speed if we draw conflict to ourselves. picking up her helmet. "'Unit integrity'? Forgive me for desiring a little independence. "And aside from that. she mused. she thought. "You don't have to demean me."Did your strap break?" "Very well." said the Farseer. and as of yet the planet has not been secured.. the shell casings buried. and nodded. Mildilv leaned back in the chair." She would not toss away her soulstones so easily. the last drops of blood crystallizing upon it. her hands playing through the cold ground. "I estimate half dead. and the helmet left hanging from the wretched root that watched. "You are coming with me. "I wonder if it's Sturnn. "Where do we go then. "Awfully kind of them. placing her palm on the ground. did you?" "I have thought of that. standard Imperial protocol concerning Xenos Farseers would result in-" "They'll hunt me with killteams." A nod. Wings?" "They stay." They'll have a torch to follow. then glanced to the horizon. right?" "Yes.." she paused a moment. Taldeer raised her head. "I have a direction." "Good." Taldeer crouched. winding and dancing. removing the helmet and setting it to the ground to her side.. staring at the concrete ceiling. Suppose you hadn't thought of that." "And the. Since I have failed my original assignment." she muttered. The dirt was dispersed. She closed her eyes for a moment. biting her lower lip before glancing at the assassin." One of his entourage shook his head. concerning everything.. . "What?" "It's a lasrifle. we'll aim low. bits of fake flesh still hanging off of it. "I-I-I--" . the assassins at his back. his hands snatched over it. "Now. producing a small power pack. held in place. sixty three percent break. maybe two beyond that--" "I get it. finding two pairs of hands on his shoulders. uncertain now as the assassin's attention was turned directly towards him. "Most armors just get a blister. as Ardrin made to move out of his chair. it's an improvement over that bleeding huge exitus. or damage equipment and personnel. With a LASRIFLE." "Just the officers." Mildilv scratched behind his ear. quite capable of vaporizing water by the by. but I thought after all he is--" The fingers were wrapped around Alexander's eye and gently tugging before the pain hit his brain." Ardrin sniggered. you have ARMED him."Standard morale dispersal. ruin. "Do NOT end that sentence. 500 degrees Celsius. a main component of our bodies. "Emit-" Began Ardrin. maim. it was a bad idea to send the men after him. You did more than just kill. and he was face to face with Mildilv's angry eyes set in the emotionless plastic face." "What does a laser do?" Mildilv turned to Ardrin. "EMIT HEAT. "Wanna find out?" Said Mildilv taking aim with his ad hoc laser at Ardrin's face. Alexander fell back. oh. shaking a barrel out of his sleeve." muttered Ardrin. his eye watering. If he's using that. demoralize. ten cubic centimeters of human flesh gets evaporated?" The leads plugged into the barrel with ease. what do you suppose happens when. I believe the heat the average militarized laser puts out is 500? Sure. but a possibility. forming a temporary bubble. there'll be a hole in your face for it to fly out of it.. But sometimes it blows through both.these can all be broken by a lasrifle. However. with no place to escape to but out! Well. and with trepidation in his eyes. If you're lucky. prematurely discharging what weak energy gathered into the arm. as human flesh and blood is evaporated. And he will never run out of ammo now." The disguised man brushed off the Governor's hand. A rare feat for even the most accurate of marksmen." Mildilv bit through his false lip. Please." "Hmph. or maybe this thing'll disperse across the surface. and take their rations? No. grabbing Mildilv by the shoulder. frying the whole thing. "I don't recall giving you permission to fire upon my men." "Maybe he'll just shoot any new Vindicare we send down to support you." . "We are heading towards the Ork lines. but I do not wish for this damnation on my soul.." He stood from the table. The lasrifle CAN be resisted by armor. thumbing the powerpack. no. in the case of lucky moments of inductive heat. "an exposed eye. looked up. using enough juice. I suppose we won't know until the experiment is completed then." Mildilv flicked the barrel."You're right!" Mildilv said." "You said he'd just starve to death anyway. usually. an open joint. probably. before fading away. huh?" Governor-Militant Alexander set his carapace armored arm in front of the barrel. The steel glowed red hot. or even a particularly bad case of fog. a heavy scarf. "To die. as the barrel warmed to lethality. false blood dribbling from his false face. his teeth meeting with a hard click. returning to his seat as the two face dead associates returned to their ranks behind him. or simple Grace of the Emperor. and walked out of the command bunker." Mildilv set the barrel down. this is unfortunate. "Where are you going?" Governor Militant Lukas Alexander rose from his chair. "I'm expecting an explosion too. a rough patchjob. "I'm going to have to tell the Inquisitor. "True. Recently I've been employed in combat support." A deep resonating cry echoed in the distance." The horizon carried heavy clouds. I managed to manipulate some Orks. It will be done. "You have experience in this then?" "Negat-.No. I mostly dealt with affairs of the state. as a rock whizzed end over end in inexpert circles over the heads of the pair. that is true." "Oh. Softly shaking the ground. the war thunder rolled through them. pregnant with rain and storm. "I can hardly do that again. ready to match the distant horizon's flashes of light and distant ordnance." ."I know. "No." Like the noise of stones crashing into each other." Taldeer waved her hand in the air." "Yes. "Do you have allies among the Orks?" Taldeer gave the Vindicare a look." "Which means?" "Discouraging sedition and treason. "It's not--" "A mission type in the Vindicare Dictum. is to initiate conflicts between two opposing forces." "The killteams. Lukas's reverie was interrupted by the Inquisitor's hand. Ahead the choirs of the battlefield roared its welcome. Lightning flashed. By its judgment. Gilded gold wrought across the ceramite plate. a techpriest. They are the unchallenged and ultimate authority. heresy is dictated. as the nine foot bulk of sacred. picking out the bionic eyes under the hood. artifice armor stepped out. Cherubim fluttered out. to the interior of the Eye of Terror. What would have a man damned and executed for heresy the Inquisitors engage in. He had felt this before. The Inquisition of the Imperium of Man is quite possibly the most powerful organization across known space. even those imprisoned. Not just his own fate. Full dress. but that of his world rested upon it. planets burn. who was frozen in terror. Not a one wished to be found wanting. its wraithbone sheath clacking against the ceramite in the wind of the storm. staring. Inquisitors step the range of Holy Terra's Throne. armies march. At his waist hung a power sword. inscribed with prayers of benediction and psalms of wrath.Taldeer nodded. By its need. to the Black Library of the Eldar. He glanced behind him. as the cowl of the robe turned left. as the Valkyrie landed on the pad set before them." he whispered. and turned aside to walk to Alexander. mighty warriors. as two figures appeared. waiting unwavering as the dropship settled down before him. "No. undisputed. and then picked up step to get beyond the assassin. and right mechanically as it proceeded down the steps. the grandchildren of the Emperor of Man bow to the whims of the Inquisition. The Inquisitor glanced across the assembled ten thousand veterans of the Kronus Liberators. By its whim. whipping water into his eyes and coat. carrying multilasers in their bellies. . all stood to their full attention. even if they do bite and champ at the bit. The Space Marines. and someone in a robe-- Who repulsed the Governor. He had to look good. Governor Militant Alexander stood in the front. this terror that sapped at the very soul. immaculate. A horizontal river fell upon the ten thousand Liberators of Kronus stood to ranks. and turned to his Commissar. the Techpriest having taken a seat and started rattling off the status and location of the rogue assassin." "And the Farseer?" "No one knows."Get rid of them." "Right. [edit] Chapter Five "It's unprecedented. Lukas nodded." "Hmph. "And cease your cowardice." the Inquisitor shot a glare at Lukas. as Lukas led the Inquisitor back to the command bunker. thought the Governor Militant. "Your life is forfeit if you dare to breathe a single word of this to anyone not cleared to know it." He grabbed Lukas's shoulder. staring at the consoles. whispering in his ear. We had sent out a scouting party. rubbing his forehead." The nausea grew as the abomination drew closer. "Dismiss the men. who sat in the corner." murmured the Inquisitor. every hair standing on end. ceramite finger tracing the route of his assassin errant on the watch screens. maintaining a respectful step behind the Inquisitor. "You do understand-" Your life is forfeit if you breathe a word of this to anyone not cleared to know it. ." The Inquisitor said. at least for this temple. "Well. as he crowded into the bunker. but they have yet to return. ruing the treachery of the Vindicare." The Commissar started bellowing out orders. He's heading towards a combat zone. it was chopping. "Give me a show. and by some miracle they all survive. His fingers were playing with the handle of the bolt pistol. to be sure." Said the Inquisitor. "All. Governor. thunder and lightning wrapping around and around and around-- This wasn't right. his retainers following. Second. but she shouldn't be seeing it unless she wanted to. First. a team of Kasrkin are holed up resisting Orks a little beyond the mountains. In the horizon. "Call out Tennyson's basi-" All of them. that they can be corrupted must remain a secret. Mouthed the Inquisitor. . flickering green glow immersed the inquisitors grin. as he swept out. I've dispatched some men to--" "Call them back. under the red glow of the bionics." "I'm sorry? I can't see how it would harm--" "We have the greatest opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. and beyond that. The sea was far off. I require that one of the most secret orders the Imperium has ever known to remain a secret." Ardrin's reply cut out with a squawk as Lukas flicked off the button. "Ardrin! Tell Yoland to recall the men. Rather--" Call out the Basilisks. she could always feel the ebb and flow of fate running along her ankles in the back of her mind. locking eyes best as he could and slammed his fist down on the comm button. she wasn't looking ahead right now. but above it was a storm. I know well the way the common man thinks. She shouldn't be doing this. and that I have rescinded the order. as an Inquisitor. even if you DO save the men. Lukas stared at the Inquisitor. and I desire your administration to remain stable without any further scandal. surf sloshing about. All of the basilisks. Governor. All of them. they shall criticize you for even leaving them in that situation." The baleful. in the horizon."Yes. as she slowly fell into REM sleep. all with their hands plaintively in the air. and the whispers became cries for help. For just one moment. as she was puppeteered to play to the scene. and LIIVI began to move. rammed down. carefully. an organ set before her. The pink flesh moved on. wrapping and rising. Her black hair fell around his hands.The hunger. roiled the dark and cracked ground. but he held her a little more tightly at that moment. Her eyes. but always found the same scene going. a bonesinger was propped up. as the Farseer tried to spin. beset with gasps for breath and whispered pleas. He glanced around. leaving broken. Behind her. mouths spawning again and again. and moving on. Blood shot out in squirts like bullets. echoed the foreign thought. He didn't know Eldar could lacrimate. flesh and blood growing under them. The gasps became screams. snapping softly like acorns under foot. when the Primary had passed out. but you. and missteps grated on the previous light footed rhythm that she had displayed. He wasn't sure why. as under their bodies. Beneath a burning sun. shut. again and again in the mass. The warmth of her through his gloves. They were maybe nine kilometers away from the Ork battlefront. She awoke weeping. One. There's no one left. common and noble. a sick parody of sexual congress. When water started to pour from her tear ducts. whispering. Before lifting her to his arms. her lips. they danced like embers above the bodies of eldar. he was six kilometers away. she was beginning to fall. and beheld the glittering dust of spirit stones. She had still walked seven steps more. He felt the minute stresses her breathing put upon her suit. twitching. The small strains her muscle went through. desecrated bodies. staring upon the grisly scene. On step six. infrared . to turn away. And you're the climax. Eyes grew like weeds. Drills of flesh and bone. as he carefully lowered her to the ground. and her body relaxed control. staining and stinging Taldeer's face. but the sound of a quick slowdown of heartbeat. hollow. coiling like cancer across and over the bodies. rolling toward Taldeer. said a voice that managed to skip her ears. arms wrapped around hers. change in breathing. She turned. He caught her on step seven. no two the same. It waits. The air. that had been the last stand. when they had commenced the standard grieving patterns. To be sure." She knew it. rarely before the mission. He had seen a lot of grieving. the main base and the first landing zone that had fallen to Imperial forces. Her hand was caught on something. She should have thought of the practicality of it. when she ran off. cling and cry on one another as their beloved died. He reached down.Use a hand. Slaanesh had claimed many. "Are you. or they bore witness to the Emperor's wrath. "Ready for moving?" "I'm fine. but the fact remained-- She was the last Eldar on Kronus. wet and plastered to her face. drawing the humans away from the evacuation. He had watched them. Her hair was in her eyes. She calmed down almost immediately. between the ribs." her hand ran down her side. He carefully set down Taldeer on her side. Her hand wiggled about. ensuring the safety of the survivors? Or was she still deluding herself to some hope.. as he kneeled down next to her. some had been saved. carefully. but often after.spectrum. Only one within a kilometer and a half. Some small pockets of warmth were out there. "I-I could just. But she had held out hope. he thought." the spymask stared at her for a time. That wasn't that hard. before continuing. before shooting the rat.. He reached out. leaning in-- Her eyes snapped open. But they were gone. and took hold of it. scratching at the ground through her gloves. as LIIVI released his hand from hers. Had she known that. to where her wound had opened again. She looked. that there was some pocket that had passed the purges of all the other empires and interests that were on this planet. and drew it back. as the frenzy of motion beneath her eyelids increased." . He had seen people comfort others. I. "They're all dead. A scent was in his nose. jeering. they had been putting off this question. was now nothing more than a mash of concrete. He was warm. his bionik peeper whirring and sparking as it zoomed with the focus of the nob. Somethin' was up among the rocks. replaced by an iron plate to stop the bleeding. What they would do? And it was they were now." muttered Taldeer. His nose had been blasted to Gork long ago.. Strange to fink of it actually. get fixing.I hadn't thought of that. a momentary thought went through his 'ead. a Nob and a 'ard boy to boot wit' more bullets in 'im than a shoota perked up." Down in the pit. they couldn't help it. the Orks rested in the only way Orks could. "First. Thousands of them.. we'll think of these things. "Wish those kill teams of yours would show up sooner. as Uzgob Nekkstompa. With Emperor knew how many grots. but one could see the black columns spearing the ground across the field. She leaned on him. he peered. They walked. Though suspicious.Pathetic. For now. one could not deny the scent. overlooking the lumbering mass of the Orks. sensing the psychic miasma and overwhelming presence. Her arm was slipped over his shoulder. with that plaintive plea for pity? His hand took hers. "I. and get fighting again. The WAAAAGH! was upon these aliens. "OI! LOOKIT THAT!" . He is an assassin. fighting. The central bunker. who disobeyed orders from the people that brainwashed him. "What then?" Together. They were set on a hillside. occasionally spattered red." She glanced down. true to Nob form. She couldn't help it. She needed him. The rain killed the smoke. yelling at one another to get moving. Somethin' unorky. Why should he help you. now that. noted the Vindicare as he picked out the scuttling shapes and the noises of the servile orkoids. up and through the smoke. Taldeer glanced across. as she hissed an inhalation to say something.STOP SHOOTIN THAT BIT YOU GROT SWILLIN MAGGOTS!" Shouted a nob. LIIVI glanced over to Taldeer. "THEYZE COMIN’ STRAIGHT FOR US! READY YORE CHOPPAS BOYS. The bullets swayed. you in back.SEEZ. She breathed a prayer to Khaela Mensha Khaine to guide her through the coming battle. He sprinted.usually to shoot them. a bolter. approximately thirty rockets. searching and spreading across the hill. "Go towards the hail of bullets?" "CEA. and looked a mite angry. it was like watching a bright green fungal bloom. and pushed her out from behind the rock. a final wave of fire whizzing over their heads." The Vindicare reacts to the primary. as shining green faces turned. and three thrown grots rained death upon it. statements with his Exitus to what few orks were in the trench they headed for. me in front. while the Vindicare made several. and eliminating anything that claimed to be more than a foot tall. but the assumption in this case that the Xeno knew what it was doing. Mother dirt and father mud embraced the two as they splashed into the trench. "Alright.As the faces turned. . "Now what?" Taldeer looked to the Vindicare. and down the hill as it was shattered and pulverized into powder as well over a thousand guns. ITS TIME FOR SOME FUN!" The Orks roared their appreciation. following the raised claw of one of the bigger Orks. No broken bones. but she was bruised. The Vindicare checked her." They ran like mercury. six laspistols. cover me. To the trenches. fatal. "We need to get lower. "I was following you. knocking down what few stubborn trees grew out of the rock." advised LIIVI. checking his weaponry. with a loudspeaker implanted in his throat. into the trenches. to give opportunity long for the Enemy to confess his sins." shit. to be burned free of their taint. white. 1) Proper Prayers and Devotion. in all ways. deploy shrapnel rounds to eliminate any who would attempt to halt the Emperor's Forgiveness with mere blasphemous water. A bare minute later. to open the sinful timbers and flammables of the Heathen (For maximum mercy. delivered by blessed shell. someone shouts fire. limit rounds to ensure only injury and immobility for those struck) 3) Send the Emperor's Mercy (Take care in setting the timer. to ensure Proper Phosphorus and Detonation! 2) Launch a volley of the Emperor's High Explosive Wrath first. released from our pure skies. In all forms." "Great. And the world around the two becomes little more than fuel. "Do your bunkers have underground complexes?" "Depends upon the Enginseers. light interrupts farseer Taldeer."Oh. it is the Most Magnanimous Emperor's love that is on display here. well I suppose we're all just--" Thirty kilometers away. you desire at minimum a seventy percent airburst for a correct Storm of Penance) 4) After fifteen minutes (Enough time for a confession). Bright. in the air and on the ground. three hundred incendiary rounds burst. one must review these tenets in deploying the Mercy of the Imperator. How can one not marvel at a God Emperor so kind? Application and Distribution of the Emperor's Love Concerning when one desires to give the Infidel forgiveness at a range. most cleansing of the Imperium's weapons. [edit] Chapter Six The Incendiary: Tactica and Proper Oblations Honored and hallowed be the Incendiary. But they never connect into the trenches. inside of the valley above the trenches. . Doled out by holy flamer. Ardrin glanced over the command chimera's top again. now that Ardrin got to see. -. cut the timers to a straight sixteen seconds. The incredible bulk of the Inquisitor's armor and equipment took up a full third of the passenger space." A chorus grunted agreement. It was. your soldiers may have to wait anywhere from one to five bells to deploy and liberate the souls from their accursed shells." the Inquisitor said with a fond smile. far from the glinting lesson in waste covered the man's slight frame. The flashes beyond the mountain range signed success back to the crews of the Basilisks. Someone had to bear the Inquisitor's whims while Lukas led the army. half fearing that it might spontaneously turn "Merciful" upon him. He shut the hatch as he went down. what pieces weren't removed and replaced with gleaming steel." . currently subject to Ecclesiastical review. No firestorm yet. loading in the next volley. "Three hundred incendiaries. was actually rather scrawny. Ardrin carefully set the roughly tied together. he'll wish he had been. A humble cassock. Have they hit?" "Yes sir. two hundred and fifty rounds IN." Ardrin wiped the oil slick water from the pictoslate. disturbing beneath the clicking ocular implants." "And the traitor?" "If he isn't incinerated in the next volley. forcing Ardrin to stand leaning next to the door to the driver's room. regrettably. He hadn't really worked with artillery all that much until now. I think that's optimum airburst. Fifty rounds HE. The Orks won't know what hit them. The Inquisitor himself. "I heard the initial bombardment. the best text that he had upon this subject with him. "And this time. trying to glean what was going on from the skull servitor.Section of Kronus Archconfessor Militade's "The Emperor in the Munitions: A Veteran's Guide to Proper Faith in Artillery". but this next volley would handle it.Depending on the Storm of Penance. staring out to the mountain pass far away. Three hundred smoking barrels stared at the sky. sizzling in the dribbling rain. hand written pamphlet down. "It sounded like the fanfare of saints. and the Inquisitor's conscripted retinue filled up the rest of it. Timers varied from fifteen to seventeen point five seconds. timing shots. shaping the word 'move' through the thunder. this time higher. ten. evaporating what little moisture had been there. but at least they would be out in the open. She was quivering. find cover. the Vindicare had been taught and drilled. or an advantage when taught in the Vindicare temples. Warmth through cold mud and napalm heat. It seemed an hour of racing hearts. Of that time. countering the noises and trying to counter the dizzying amount of shocks. Admittedly. His hand slid away from his head. and she grabbed his hand. before they fell again. on her knees. the moments where they were together in the side of the trench must only have been an instant. They pressed together in the momentary sanctuary. the world around them flying into the air. and LIIVI reluctantly let slip Taldeer through his arms. all these things. hands clamped over her ears. as they held one another. And her? She was down on the ground. biting her lower lip. the thunder stopped ringing in their ears. open mouth. It must have lasted maybe." . rare would be the primary or secondary who would stand still when being hit with an artillery bombardment. heading for hers. so long as nothing hit him. Reacting to being surrounded by exploding steel? Cover ears. Their hands held together. looking down for a moment. twenty minutes at the most. He was in cover. eliminating artillery crews. The roaring laughter of Orks snapped her eyes back on the Vindicare. they slipped forward. again. Fluttering heart beats. "The shells. Water and sweat reflected phosphorus fires rising on the horizon. inside a muddy trench that was shaking and spattering all over the place. He was fine. before forming the wallpaper. Already he could feel the tensing of his mask and implants. Ten to twenty minutes of fire and thunder. as a white phosphorus shell landed behind them. Running fingers.Artillery was supposed to be a non-issue. Her lips parted. The shaking stopped. long hair spattered with muck sticking to her face. as she leaned back. Dirt and mud slid down in rivulets around the pair. Maybe ten more feet. and what was one finger snap in an inferno of noise? Serving as spotters. Then it was over. when her eyes snapped open. this time into a partial hole that a grot had dug. "Airburst. Three hundred shrieking packages of flame filled the sky. Your orders sir?" Ardrin waited below. loaded. "Fragmentation?" "No. cleaning what little made it through the holster. loaded." They stepped lightly through the mud. a second too late as she stood. drawing his lips back in a crude curve. For the moment. in her mind's eye. Above. the trenches were clear." "Lightbringer. "Fire." whispered Madek. Nine hundred men. hands running memorized lines of maintenance. "Belial. loaded." The Inquisitor placed his cowl on his head. Nine hundred souls saved from damnation. my lord. one commander. at his beck and call. Inquisitor Madek's mouth tightened. he took out his pistol. stopping for a moment." "Uriel. . the sky rained water as a consolation. a fresh magazine topped off inside. happily staring across the field. Lots of it. "Azrael. Fire. That makes all guns loaded." "Hold until they all load. as Inquisitor Madek sat at the side of the Chimera. and stepped up the ladder to the top of the Chimera. and uncharacteristically awkwardly reached his hand to her. One driver. one loader." "Sixty guns loaded. loaded. The bunker. loaded." Taldeer stared down the maze of trenches. dark storms flashing thunder on the ocean horizon. "Raziel. "Cover. surrounded by dim shapes of Orks waving in the flames." He stood. and the Vindicare's mind focused through the sights of his pistol." 300 basilisks." Assassin again. "We better hurry. He was just stepping out of the trench. as the mass of green muscle clanked past him. "You'll just have to siddown there and hannle the heat for a bit. That moment in the trench- Did not merit reflection. The ramp was just bare steps ahead. and its wrist is reduced to bloody scraps. So. he should go out. a gun in his hand. Not even pointing out sum unorky softies running through the trenches roused more than a handful of lazy shots and rockets. . Maybe he was keeping her in front of his gun because he didn't trust her. trying his hardest to make more noise than a warband of Orks set on fire. Uzgob Nekkstompa. fire dripping from him." LIIVI managed to see the Ork nob ram into the bunker. figured Nekkstompa. she thought. and a rush of air from behind. a spray of mud. as he barreled through the flames after the pair fleeing for the bunker. and she could feel the scrape of crystal clots inside her armor. to the shattered bunker. LIIVI had already consumed the first magazine when he saw the bunker. Hope you'll have a lil' bit of fight leff in ya. An ork stumbled into the trench. The tiniest of taps. why couldn't he? The characteristic shriek of incoming basilisk shells only proved to Nekkstompa that his course of action was in the right. Maybe he wasn't as fast as her. A storm would come soon. when his head suddenly felt like not moving. bellowing. him being canny and whatnot. and variously hitting and shooting each other. and another step was taken by Farseer Taldeer down the trench. a squealing grot in one hand and his shoota in the other. he was hardly successful.Uzgob Nekkstompa wheeled about. Her lungs ached. before the air and sky caught alight. and Taldeer moving into it. Needless to say. and she needed to be in port then. was no Gorgutz 'Ead 'Unter when it came to rallying the fractious orks. she thought hesitantly. cracking the concrete sides. 'oomie. "Oi fink I can kitch 'er jus' foine. though a 'ard boy. as the tell tale shrieks of artillery sounded over the hills. and 'unt some 'eads. If Gorgutz could get an army behind him by waving around some skullz. but she had to move. A sharp sound." The Vindicare was thrown down into the muck. 'fore I come back. We wanted to see what fire. firepower. and loved more than fire? Our cities. promethium. broken. on occasion to bring it forth.. our living. fire. tutored. not pride. "And there it is.. fed to the ever hungry flames. she thought. . turning to Ardrin. She tried to control it as best as she could. and left it behind. fire. The ocean screamed. fire. as she felt for the steps. our enemies. the steel door far above. all of them. could do. the sting had left her lungs a bit. for country. She couldn't breathe. their fire caste serves in duty and shame. in brief thanks that it was cool to the touch. crackling with thunder. For warfare. generating none of the warmth of a comfortable flame. or to refer to it in poetry interchangeably with molten metal. warpfire is its own entity. our dead. fed. for humanity? No. as a wind pulled past her and heat radiated at her. as a dark angry cloud formed. "Years of brilliant minds worked on that one. She heard thumps on the steps. the wheel lock handle firmly shut. Her eyes bolted open." Taldeer crawled forward. fireteam. but even then. Napalm. our friends. plasmas. they hold no passion to refine and craft the flames which they like to see and feel. Yes sir. the flames of war. eyes watering. She fell. our people. firestorms. into the dark and jagged rock. fireline. flamethrower. and even then. The Eldar have used it in war." "Yes. our greatest works and most heinous feats. oil. Lungs burning. She glanced up. Tau barely understand what fire IS. Ragged. Man has a love for fire. white phosphorus. I'll need to speak to the victors. considering it a dangerous weapon."No other species in the galaxy has had quite the relationship that man has to fire." Inquisitor Madek chuckled. Put forth my symbol of office. Eyes closed. nursed.. "Return the basilisks to the Governor. She closed her eyes. our books. Flakes of burnt paper danced in swirls around her as she came to a rest on a bed of shell casings and ash. Orks are the second to men when enjoying the fires. waves of hungry lapping flame roiling and struggling against the rain. coughing. incendiaries." he pointed to the roiling light beyond the mountains. By the time she reached the bottom. spewing ash high. gasoline. Chaos draws inspiration to fire only insofar as mankind has influenced them. But man. and take me closer. raw unchained flame. meltas. What else could be said to have benefited as much from man as fire? What other element has been defended. something diseased and gnawing." Ardrin stared. her hands out. firefighter. grasping the steel. I am happy. LIIVI survived. She had to get down the stairs. and involuntarily breathed easy.. She reached up. from the powerclaw that tore up the concrete. A voice more suited to song than terror. The red and white waving around him. The Hellfire round. The sting of the infrared radiation burning the skin within his suit. Mud ran through his fingers and slammed into his rifle. up. A lilting voice. Orkish ammunition cooking off. and held it close to himself. roaring challenge to dissent. leaving the spear on the ground. laughter. Dig until you don't feel it." The double barreled. a grin displayed in what pieces of his face weren't iron. "'Allo poinny ear. as he clung to it. Grots squealing. the shadows of orks rushing this way and that. Dig deep. noises could be picked up. bracing her feet against the ceiling. The N20- He pulled the cover out of his pants pocket. He would burn or live. He smelled his flesh cooking. based on the whims of thermodynamics. Hairline cracks began to appear in his visor. grabbing the wheel. the Shieldbreaker. They'd have to be covered." How does one survive a firestorm? Dig. The sizzling of the rainwater hitting the thermal bubble above.Her hands shot out. the ashes shearing across past him. "I loike yer 'ead. four magazined pistol clacked a challenge. Through the dim roar of oxygen being devoured. pulling with both hands. . up and away in a swirl of ashes. His pistol was already in the mud that was baking to clay. greedy and hungry. crouched hugging the side of the trench. A call. seeing for a moment the murderous red glint of the eyes of an Ork. the rifle halfway after it. The fire swept through the trench. An argument. The shriek of the cremated orks. ignoring the pain. She glanced up. as her fingers ran and slipped along the wraithbone runes. Gimme a foight!" The Ork lashed out with his powerclaw. cursing the human who HAD to stab her in the most important muscle group. "Juss' the right distinse.Outside. Ricochet filled the hall. knocking the ork back into the steel door. her whole body behind the blow. "HIT ME!" Roared the Ork. Barely phased by her full force. and the Ork pulled his claw back. her foot whipping up into his face. He was granted his wish. "Well thass jus’ queer. His pistol raised. And you want to claim my HEAD?" She put up a hand carefully. her muscles flowing and jerking like a marionette on the strings. yur PoinnyEar SoontobeNekkStomped. as Taldeer rolled forward. bringing Taldeer face to face with her enemy. The Ork grinned.. . The Ork gripped. A spark flew.. sending the arm to the ground. aided by the leverage of her caught spear. "Listen. Sparks flew as steel tore. which she couldn't dodge in the narrow end of the hall. as he lifted his power claw. The Ork glanced to his right shoulder. with a slurred." muttered the Ork. didn't look the least bit taxed." dribbling around its teeth. grabbing her spear.. as Taldeer folded up. ork. She gave a sad grin. The ocean tide carried her around the Orkish ammunition. The ocean was calm. and pulled. fire whistled. The Ork. I-" "Oim Uzgob Nekkstompa. caught. mass of muscle and steel he was. Her spear struck powerclaw. spat a tooth. and clinging upside down to a steel door bracing herself to the ceiling certainly wasn't helping. her nervous system following the skeins of the warp. Taldeer was short of breath. "The. lifting his pistol. the world outside this bunker is incinerating. and flashed around her. delaying. slipped. She relaxed. as the Ork was struck clean in the shoulder untouched by bioniks. yelling gleefully as it began to bark and kick. Her hair. clacking the wicked edges together.. Her singing spear batted aside the blood spray. Just the right distance to spray her with automatic fire. and dat's as much talkin as I can stan'. as with a crack. his clavicle snapped. lasrifle at the hip. "I'll be predictable. "Are you-" "The door's open." The door was a mangled mess. A sizzle. And LIIVI's comment- Was he. "I am a farseer. Then it exploded. the blood wasn't clotting crystal." The Vindicare tabbed the lasrifle to ‘Full discharge’. keeping her face still and an eye on the ork. some of the ashes floating in the air were illuminated with a red line of light. and shot another blast at the Ork's other arm. as the Vindicare let loose the empty power pack. slapping a new one into the muddy mess of a lasrifle. . "Mmm. when he turned towards the sky. I have to recover my equipment." LIIVI crept out. was designed to be fireproof. and would serve better than nothing. Streaking meteors dropped in the distance. nearly torn off its hinges." "Most of the fuel in the area has been extinguished. LIIVI looked unharmed. heading for his supplies. The Ork fell over. "You can take sanctuary in there. Or maybe that was a bad thing. [edit] Chapter Seven Taldeer stepped for the dark. I should still be capable of being predictable when you're in trouble. stepping through the hatch. covering the obscenity slinging nob. "You were expecting me?" LIIVI stepped into the room.For a moment. But it was insulated. I'll be along soon." she glanced over. "It's still on fire out there. At least this time.. it was hard to tell if she should even care or not. And more than that. the storm has ended. The suit. She received a vicious kick to the shins." she mumbled. rubbing her side. as the ork's exposed left knee cap was bathed in photons. Meteors with atmospheric brakes.. shrieking. This did not help the skin underneath it that much. But there was something. it upset? It was hard to tell." The Vindicare stepped forward carefully. Surely you'd've been briefed on my capabilities. Brother Onus. to join his fellows in securing the pass. but Captain Diocletian already knew the answer that would not be given: they were there to watch for heresy among the Blood Ravens. she thought bitterly. Just as the Inquisitor promised. Her people's fate depended upon her. Well. and possibly the galaxy depended upon her being alive? She sat heavily against the wall. spasming and shrieking. before stepping down. "C'mon poinny ear! See if'n yoo kin take me wivout yer pet 'oomie!" The wraithbone spear communicated the displeasure with the ork's inability to suffer from bloodloss.. for this precious blade to be used on contemptuous xenos. Just keep telling yourself that. of the Grey Knights. who was giving her the glaring of a life time. The xenos before him fell back on the point of his halberd. Who could care about one mon-keigh when the potential lives of thousands of Eldar. and sealed the door shut behind her. just as the Inquisitor promised. He gathered his things. who had managed to prop himself up against the door with stumps and a leg. marching upon mere xenos.Hopping back. The leg flew free. grabbing her leg.. that you can get another chance to make up for the hundreds lost in this useless mission. Contemptibly. his visor clicking unhealthily as it zoomed back in and reverted to standard. nemesis halberds at the ready. And the Grey Knights were marching alongside their fellow marines. and sprinted back to the bunker. soon he'll be gone anyway. Keep lying to yourself. a relief (at least to Captain Diocletian). No Guardsmen were in sight too. mostly. . From his vantage on the hillside. LIIVI stepped back from the trench. and Taldeer kicked the still yammering torso to the side." he whispered. taunted a little voice in her head. as Astartes and Ork met in battle. cocked his head. true to the Inquisitor's predictions. "For the Emperor. Captain Diocletian could see the Orks were shattered by the Guard's bombardment. A waste. His eyes lingered on the ringing grey armored soldiers. he flicked the sparking instrument of the Emperor’s wrath. she stared down at the ork. before turning into ash. And she won't care. One could ask what they were doing. and slid down it. down her lips." "That's. conflict is starting anew. A prayer of thanks on his lips. Judging by the directions the marines came from. just quick and painless. illuminated by a single dim bulb above her was the primary. It was still dirty." she started looking up. "Evacuation necessary. The Vindicare reaches for the door. Brother Onus starts forward. sitting. Light from the fires drifts through what flecks of ash remained disturbed as LIIVI stepped down to the shelter. and rammed a clip home into the internal magazine. stalking his prey. head leaning against her shoulder. Through the gash. he smelled the foul stench of the warp on the air for a moment. Through the flame and the bullets. "Come?" LIIVI looked at her. Marines don't have the forces necessary to mount garrisons in this province yet. He had to hope it wouldn't jam." "Tunnels usually lead to Imperial outposts. over her pulsing jugular. we probably won't come into hostile contacts. If he had to kill her. he wouldn't even have to use a bullet. Staring into space. She took it. the adrenaline crash had struck her. He opened the door. He reached out his hand. regret filling her mind. The ocean current was pulling her. that's great. after a moment's hesitation." smiled Taldeer. . A black lock of her hair straying over her eye. Space marines are far more thorough than orks. This was a cleanup operation. I have something-" "No time. "At least they'll be distracted by the orks.. Through the smoke and vaporized mud. shoving the lock into place." LIIVI took his rifle from the shoulder.Something… A purity seal rustled on his arm." The Vindicare shut the door behind him. "LIIVI. no matter what she wished. LIIVI. Some part of him knew. "Listen. then hesitates. A rune gently creaked. The bunker. little else. Captain Diocletian was disappointed. He shouldn't be thinking this. " the order carried across the combeads. chainsword lifted. He had come to hunt the Enemy. He had to hand it to the Guardsman. and they can- His shoulder pauldron shattered. He saw several of his brothers obediently marching back. "ModakkamodakkamodakkamodakkamoDAKKAMODAKKADAKKADAKKDAKKADAKKA" Across the trench. He did not care. “Engage them. No need to waste good ammunition on undesirable scum. A tink. modakka. Orders to charge. Captain Diocletian gave a grim grin. Captain Diocletian had eased back. He sighed. And he heard a strange call. Craters. ." By this time. avoiding signs of passing by.” he started forward. “And sing praise to the Emperor. modakka. he saw a grot duck into a trench. and it became a chant. and took out his bolt pistol. give them artillery. a guardsman broken on it. and the guns drowned out the thunder of the storm above. No atonement for idle waste today. Captain Diocletian frowned. for letting the enemy wet your blade today!” Brother Onus stopped in the trench. fires still raggedly burning. and a bullet ricocheted off his arm. pounding across the cracked and dried mud. The door was knocked off its hinges. "Mo' dakka. staring. They carefully stepped over him. the voices seeming to come from everywhere and melting together. green heads popped up. Little else remained." Another voice picked it up. Across the way. He stepped down the stairs. and glanced over. to fight xenos. cocking his head. The Enemy had been here. The rain was pouring down the steps like a waterfall when the Assassin and the Witch came to the end of the hall. modakka. many putting aside their bolters in favor of monomolecular knives. one or more guns accompanying each. "Modakka. there's no challenge here."Engage at will. He stood in front of the ruined bunker. as the marines separated. Not to waste sacred relics on enemies material. meet your foe. as the war started anew behind him. and marines across the field picked up their heads. and there was a faint hum. "Quickly.The outpost had been manned by two men.jpg . and freezes. I heard something. strangled by a wire spoke of their courage. Like an iron gavel pronouncing judgment. sparing a glance for LIIVI. Clang. It picked up speed. The rain outside had rallied against the fire. Clang. The Grey Knight stood in the doorway. There was a scraping. Clang. both now dead. This is it. come on. attempting to drown and smother it for defying the weather. stepped back and out of the outpost. LCB Pursued." She reaches for him when he raises his hand. "Let's head out. Then it was there. The pair. The light grew closer. cracking sound. blazing and glowing with the light of his manifest wrath." Clang. spattering the two in cold. even as treacherous lightning aided and abetted the enemy. as LIIVI and Taldeer stared up from the bottom of the hill. thought Taldeer." Clang. The dead ork in the center of the floor. "Wait. Just a while more. in the tunnel. as something moved against the ceiling. we can get moving. the Vindicare raising his rifle. as the outpost glowed with inner light. Clang. The rain and wind swept along. "Back there. Clang." she said. Clang. and out of the outpost. To her left. now for this moment bizarrely familiar." The Grey Knight stepped forward.. lifting him up into the air. one leg slamming into Kronus's flesh after another.*HRNNK*?" The light blazed. On her face. Mon-Keigh. "SCUM!" The mon-keigh. stood over his corpse.. She shouldn't look in his vainly struggling form.. a note of panic in his voice. falling. "Get away from he-" The Grey Knight's back hand slash. This is it. The mon-keigh. tearing great gouts of soil up. . and holiness brightened." the voice resonated. setting his halberd behind him. The Mon-Keigh.. Raising his halberd. A ton of blessed ceramite artificer steel pounded down. LIIVI's corpse. tugging into his flesh. he'll reach for his pisto- "Taldeer!" An unexpected hand shoved her away. protection. "THE STINK OF THE WARP IS UPON YOU."M-MonKeigh. the mon-keigh tensed. Living the moment it was fated. the halberd." She shouldn't care. "KNOW REDEMPTION IN. it's usefulness expended. The mon-keigh's blood. The mon-keigh. This is it. and a keening noise could be heard. echoing through the armor. the Vindicare. the weapon jam. "THIS IS THE JUDGMENT OF THE RIGHTEOUS!" The Grey Knight. She shouldn't care. A disposed toy. as runes of warding. She shouldn't be hurt."FOUL ONE. deep. It crackled in anticipation. His finger touching the trigger. She could see it all. . running over to the fallen assassin. Again. He couldn't stand to be in the same room as the Inquisitor. wrapping and softening the rain.IS THIS?" His arm. His neck. The sacred runes breaking. the atmosphere eddied. He stumbled back. well accoutered mon-keigh ragdoll. A rather heavy. Crack. searing and tearing as it went. "EL-ELDAR?!" His felt lost touch of the ground. pulling. as the assassin took stuttering gasps. his arm.. Please?" Above. it was bending. popped out and broken. firing. Something cracked. stumbling. and found blood and ashes. The burning Ork corpses left a black smear of smoke across the horizon. to execute the traitor. and for what- "Liivi!" She rushed forward. broken. The invisible grip loosed. If the heebie-jeebies came in nightmare form of endless oblivion. His arm. breathing in and out evenly. Taldeer stood. Liivi. bending the wrong way. Again. His middle finger waved. "No. as Ardrin sat next to the pilot of the command chimera. pulling. and he felt the armor dragging at him. waiting. in three places. uselessly somewhere behind him. She drew her hand away. as he pulled on the bolter trigger. please. get up!" The blade had entered the small intestine. slowly in the air. "Please. She had risked so much. His left arm waved around. He heard his seals cracking. He spun. and then suddenly fell. again- Snap."W-W-WHAT WITCHCRAFT. struggling. and worked its way up. sending snow down as paltry recompense. get up human. sliding down the hill. headfirst into the ground. the snickering peals of the warp faded away from her mind. slackening staring. as his pet Culexus just gave him the heebie-jeebies.. The rain from the night before had reduced the battlefield to a muddy ditch. and he fell. The cacophony. flanked by his Adeptus Mechanicus. no sign of any corpses matching the Adepta Orthodontia molar records. and waves one of the stormtroopers over. "That he was damned. emotionless. bludgeoned. with a tunnel. but what. The marines were too busy. for a moment admiring his boltpistol with a distant smile. no. The helmet is pried off. Asks a question. "What did you say to him?" "The truth. Shock. Beckons for the Techpriest.One of the Grey Knights had gone missing. The face. He speaks on the radio. It's an accusation. The Inquisitor nods." announced matter of factly. Everyone relaxes. So. pushes over the Grey Knight with his foot. That face. Ardrin got. Everyone gets back in the Chimera. Faceless gasmasked elite glamour boys stepped out. but he saw it was flattened. The pilot nearly ran over the Chosen of the Emperor. setting up a base in preparation to launch assault against the guardsmen over the hill. A bunker had been discovered. all around. for his failure to apprehend the enemies of the Imperium. The Inquisitor hadn't wanted to go through the tunnel on foot. "This is interesting. save for the Culexus and the Techpriest. staring through the viewport. who stare downwards." The Inquisitor looked down. The Inquisitor stepped out. "He will be denied the Emperor's Grace. stands. A glance. Ardrin stayed inside. Seizes up. "Well." the optic units stared. The Inquisitor approaches. He stops. Whispers.. as the soldiers stop their breathing. and tosses a word over his shoulder to the marine. The APC was pulled over." The chimera goes silent. "Did I speak to you?" "No. Nothing." it isn't exactly a question. they drove out to the outpost. The marine's face turns stony. Inquisitor Madek glances up. The Inquisitor shakes his head. When he dies. Steps into the chimera. It was of a man doomed. ." Ardrin gulps. and Culexus. Then they jump." "What did you say to him. The Inquisitor leans in.. a momentary flash illuminating the armored figure. Except for the Inquisitor. putting up their hellguns like it would mean a damn to a space marine. The Inquisitor was rather pleasant about it. all the while fighting Orks. for it would be too weak. Tell them. mysterious necron vessel. set on a steel bar. But it is filled with abhuman life." whispered the Inquisitor. It spins. Ardrin? Don't speak back to me.. and the Tau prisoners gasp for air again. Their fortunes turn and twist. There've been interesting developments. Psalm. my strength. but always the same: Inquisitor Madek's vessel is guarded. 144:1. "That's a sin. staring at the ceiling. Felix? Contact my barge. A grasping metal arm swings out. the ghostly smile still on his face. Blessed the Emperor." Inquisitor Madek's personal barge is in a little bubble of calm. in an orbit at constant war. Save for one reinforced casket. it is placed before the doors. Tau. shrieks of metal falling on deaf durasteel. and the cargo- Currently. as around it thousands of navy men fight and war to hold a place above a planet. Tau shriek and cry in cages. and I believe they'll head there eventually. of the Litany of Hate. end over end. and never touched. Servitors scuttle around. the bar sends the casket flying with what air pressure couldn't do. The Barge is devoid of human life." The Inquisitor settled back. the Chaos fleets and the occasional. The casket falls towards it. At the end. it lies empty."And also. wraps around it. before with a sliding snap. Imperial Naval stand off with the Blood Raven fleet. the doors part. errant eldar raids. Psalm 144:1. No glass faces outside to allow a viewer to look in. shrieking claxons. The odyssey across the vast and lonely cargo bay does not quiet the hunk of steel. emitting sparks the whole way.. ." "Make for the spaceport. "To sleep. The doors part a bare ten feet. and drags it. be. With loud. Make all necessary arrangements. Now I. pure of heart and worry. it seemingly detonates." [edit] Chapter Eight . and tugs off the steel like paper. Dead. It was not specifically designed for orbital entry. to only half of terminal velocity. It is driven three meters into the ground. Fear me.That teaches my hands to war.. . A bare ten miles above ground.And my fingers to fight. and pops. bits at a time. as the last powder of explosives detonates. "I want him to explain to me how my asset managed to get tainted by Chaos. unsmiling. A clawed hand pierces through. Farseer. It manages to arrest its speed. It hisses. your friend. leaving behind a mere steel plate blocking it and the world. and the outer layer slips off. End over end. Molten layers of durasteel dribble off as it falls. but it serves.. It has a rough aim of where it needs to go. The slag runs off. again and again." Inquisitor Madek sways with the bumps. and kills an unfortunate Odewillin that strayed too close. and a rough mission enters the skull. it falls and falls. the outside of it detonates. -Dictum Eversor "And call up Governor Alexander. for I am your apocalypse.. Vindicare.. A rough idea. as layer after layer is blown off. The fall hiccups. Ten meters above ground. optics still closed. A mon-keigh. He owed me nothing . I can feel his blood ebbing across me. another. slight spill of heat. Why? I know not. He is heavy. Why? I know not. For every beat of his heart. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood. . He is nothing more than a pathetic human. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier.yet he gave himself to me willingly. An inferior race. His blood is still warm. And I have spilled scarlet myself. But fading. He had served his purpose. But I will save him. covering them without a trace as we fade away. The heat blows away on the winter wind. I took him from that place. He is still warm.I should have left him there. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. The blood warmth washed over her side again. the agents of Chaos are attacking it. some burnt. He should have packed more clothes than just a cassock. her lungs burning. blinking away the sleep. no faithful bone in their body they. Felix?" "The storm. in walls of steel and concrete. She held the human over her shoulder. freezing. pulling through the winter. "Inquisitor. They hold the entrance to the city we're heading for. we can get it fixed there. His rifle sheath. She had no need to watch the skein of fate to see that survival was improbable." . resembling nothing more than a big black fly came into the room. benefit of the brave souls of the Emperor's truest servants. currently our forces command it and will be reinforced. She looked around. breathing in and out. He was cold. She shouldn't die." Madek roused. his feet still dragging in the snow. panting again as she passed under twenty meter high declarations of war." Inquisitor Madek gave a serene grin." "That's another thing. The Vindicare beside her coughed. trenches of dirt and burning promethium. Far off." Lieutenant Ardrin. and pulled forward with her spear. "The city. What is it. "The Emperor protects. Disputed territory. with frost covering it. They that survive are just rewarded for their base desire of living. holding a buzzing comm. No courage. A fine degree of cowardice uncaught by commissar." Felix pointed out to the wall. He frowned. Merely the survivors. slipping on an ill fitting gentle smile. space marine and ork reveled in fire and bolter.then he slackened again.Battle still raged behind them. some empty." Veteran soldiers. clinging to a weaponized man. some shattered and buried under the snow. his hand digging into her own. where some diodes sputtered. Disgusting. Taldeer stopped a moment. tensing for a moment. She shifted his weight again. Exhortations of war broken and buried under the white blanket. "I believe we'll be fine. that's all that experience breeds. "I don't think I have to fear any usurpation here. but. sitting up." Inquisitor Madek snorted sharply. we're on the road to the spaceport. "I've heard tell that cleanliness is one of the signs of divinity. "The corpus mechanica would be better served if I-" "I can barely give a damn. An idiotic desire to empathize with the guardsmen perhaps. Ork banners held up. She was needed elsewhere. They would gum up the irrigation. She hesitated. but registered no complaints. but to the Imperial Church this was evidence enough to burn the lot of the suspicious. She looked up. A small house. Her muscles were stiff cracking against one another. Other pyskers had entered houses. bacteria. Plentiful.Sponge Weeds seemed to be an architect's dream come true. Hers and his. ensuring most of the southern continent was a morass of stagnant water and painful to clear reeds. they were both bright hued and crimson. fighting the welcome hands of a sleeping death. The soaking. This architectural fad and art material lasted fifty years before a pysker wandered too close and felt pain. Taldeer stopped. sometimes for years at a time if the rudimentary immune system sensed the poison was still there. and the people protested. the water held within flooding out. Maybe if she stared long enough. the weight of the assassin driving her down. Standard imperial architecture was followed from then on. but on occasion. The noises getting louder the whole time. it would stiffen up and hold. carrying her savior. staring down at the snow. verdant. They said the fires were responsible for the harsh winter and cold summer that followed. "Spongeweeds. She wheezed. showing up in every single farm. and tough. she would see one shrivel and crust and the other crystallize and powder. blood spilling from her side as the wound broke once again. heading for the leathery wood flap of a door. ." became synonymous with unwanted guests. The house would generate warmth in the winters and hold off the heat in the summers. Until one ambitious young pioneer decided to attempt to use it to make a house. they seemed to be a nightmare. wishing only to lay down and die. Foolish idea. She dragged forward. She couldn't tell them apart. ugly living buildings. Furthermore. Little red spatters filled it. She bit her lip as she rose to her feet. choking swamps and rivers. out in the wilderness. Just a few more steps. falling to one knee. to early colonists of Kronus. Wooden. At least until lacquer was applied to it. Her hand reached for the door knob. you found the occasional hut. great wide fields of sticky. She slapped the ground with her hand. was the universal thought at first. Some shelter from the biting wind. The pistol is steady in her hand as she pushes open the flap with the barrel. as soon as the living reed felt under threat. more would grow from the inevitable chunks that rushed out of the thing when it was cut. Cyanide. Like this one. Chop them down. reeds cut together would eventually mold together. and even became momentarily popular as a term for rapists before use of this term was purged and suppressed by the Ecclesiarchy. toxins. sealing the area with a near vacuum grip. meter high reeds. dark. stinking reeds would make for a great big mess everyone was convinced. as the still living yet paralyzed plants reacted to the climates. A slight scuff of a noise in side. Taldeer leaned next to him. a line running into the cast iron stove. the unfrozen edge flapping in the blizzard wind. pointed at her head. Dribbling in whatever local dialect that the humans paid courtesy too. to me. she tried to manipulate his mind." he stared down. leaning in to whisper. A veteran of a secret war of soul and damnation. "You'll be warm in a moment Liivi. Her hand. her gun pointed at the ceiling. The door creaked. The noise was coming from above. The gash.. She could barely glean the words meaning.. I've killed before! I'm a veteran.She whirled around. the man inarticulately sobbing into a hand. She was moving. when she felt something catch her other hand from behind. Didn't look like there was anything." He whispered. "I. You won't have! Have! Have me! That's not yours to take. the singing spear unslung and behind her.Her brows furrowed together. ." couching her words in a recognized story. as it fell down in the door way. squeaking and crackling on frozen hinges. her shuriken pistol and Singing Spear out. The discharge practically deafened her. radiating welcome heat. I thought. I never let you!" A madman. "Manipulations! Orienteering. The gun rose.The assassin's glove was wrapped around her own. The door opened as the Vindicare was dragged in. "I-I-I never thought they would send another. pistol raising to free her spear hand. parts scraping and clacking together. A gas tank stood in the center of the room.The door turned. "X-X-Xeno!" Taldeer spun on her heels. Underweight. I used to be a good man. I can't tell. slackening. and the human brought the black smoking barrel up to her eye. He shouldn't die. An occasional shiver would wrack a part of him. "No more. it wavered above. she whispered in low gothic. much less the order.She gulped down the bile as she something shift and slither through the mess of blood and ribs. But. a slight trickle of blood running across the absorbent floor. are you my daughter? I can't tell. leaning in close. "Emperor protect. A shivering blue eye held between the bead. in the door way. spreading her hands and kneeling before the Vindicare. and the other firmly shut. stark naked but for a sheet over his shoulder. In all probability. one ajar to a chair with the bottom cut out over a bucket. Someone stood. we are but mere travelers. on basic desires?! Fuck you bitch! No more." She slipped inside. Two doors. yellowed tears leaking out of his eyes." He leaned in. to my nightmares!" The gun rattled. and yellowed by liver failure. I thought I ate you earlier. she could move and slice him from jaw to groin before he could fire his pathetic gun in the wrong direction. sweeping the room with her shuriken pistol. before you showed me! Emperor. shivering. Taldeer shrugged off the assassin. hairy. squeezing his eyes shut. a primitive slug thrower at his shoulder. eyes furious. "We only seek shelter from the storm. His heart had slowed since last time. sending filthy half frozen water across the room. you had a son didn't you. and your son. then." Primary. and snapped her spear at his hands." Taldeer brought her shuriken pistol up. "It was necessary. One shot that would be it. Taldeer. I do not wish infecting his wound with your blood." He opened his mouth to speak."I. hypothalamus. "path to redempARRRRRGGH" The bullet fired. but somebody's going to have to clean that up if we're going to be staying here more than an hour. He panted through it. the broken bones held within a sack of meat. His mask was full of blood. "Is there plumbing?" He heard the gentle sloshing of water. The wraithbone blade was held against his neck. got lodged in the occipital lobe. the Vindicare let his head drop back to the floor. And for the sake of your family. "Deat-" Whizz. "He was hardly a threat. Taldeer moved back. get a hold of yourself. and all that came out was blood. He was superficially aware of a presence standing above him. The shriveled old corpse fell back. medulla oblongata and cerebellum." "Well. thumping into the ceiling. The first nicked his hairline. The blunt end of the wraithbone snapped his hands like a carrot. "I am not going to play along with your delusion. "Surrender." Stupid. or even about you yourself. His eyes closed. and into the watery blue eyes. don't shoot me. His Exitus pistol lowered. The gun fell to the floor. "I'm not about to berate the man nearly disemboweled." Splash. but amongst my people. Eminently survivable." her voice came closer. tumbled through thalamus. The old man turned. "-h is the" The second cut through his thigh born artery. "Leave us be. Bullet had entered by way of the esophagus. discharging into the wall. a cold drop prickled his right arm." am your daughter of course father. as hand fell on his chest. the slugthrower up. by his estimates. followed by a shot through the throat. Through the numbness. "I don't know about your species. She could get off two shots in the time it took him to get aiming. reasonable action. hitting wide. A fire ran down the numb line . mad one. Fortunately. a shiver running down his veins and arteries. Teeth. all mankind move clumsily. And sterilizing the room. All forcing through the air. The blade had started at the base of his bottom. He stared at the pistol in his hand. leftmost rib. and it looked like that where it had gone. but after that no other bone damage. as the door slammed shut. The muscle had been shorn off. Teeth on his tongue. He had never gotten around to reloading it. It just means- She let go of the sheet on the corpse. the man splayed out. The blood loss was the most important thing. To Eldar. humans had a whole lot of space in their body as opposed to eldar. It was a surface cut. for his part only twitched. Of course. Most people would firmly place that under the pro column. and those among the Space Marines unimpeded by their armor seem to have no instinct about them.that the Grey Knight had cut into him. . thumping and pulsating. their speed the speed of a pneumatic press. she reflected. Her eyes widened. Men looking upon Eldar see disquieting grace. And two noses in his hair. ending at the right clavicle. waving back and forth. and she turned back to the cottage. The blood splattered. The alcohol would help a little. As if on cue. or an out of control piston. it could have been any time during that fight. The heart was barely visible. the man had to be eating. the first rib was cut and the second broken. Why did he shoot him? The damn silenced pistol. kittens staring about in the dark. Even the enhanced assassins. Deliberate steps. the flesh had fried. His mouth opened. unsure nerve and tendon spasming. the wounds need to be sterilized. He shoots a lunatic who was waving a gun at you. It was only after she had told him to surrender. no cutting. as she wrapped the body in the sheet it had been wearing. But. The care of a surgeon in the movement of a runner. Her feet barely touch the snow. their arms blindly reaching to the sky like teetering towers. And the corpse. and slowly." the assassin. and worked up. and she wouldn't have known. and dragged it out into the snow. She shook her head. "Cold or no. His body shuddered. Shock? He had to live. a bare hour maybe. Why should she care. and she gently tipped him over. dully creaking. (shortly after the Grey Knight fight) "Come on!" by instinct. far from its native swamp. cooked skinHuman. Fried nerves. her hand reached up. "Liivi. one was cut clean. There were more of them than the stars. His cheekbones stood out. Her hands ran up the synskin collar. She shouldn't be caring. breathing. flicking away the blood on her face. held shut by something. From stem to stern it had cut. Nothing to think about. taking a lot of blood with it. A hand slipped under his head. She had to go. . Lips brushed. His bottom two ribs. Flooding it. and pulled it back onto the Vindicare as gently as she could." she whispered. a little longer than was appropriate for a bleeding man's comfort. She rammed into the door. running more shallow along the way. She pounded into it again. Mon-keigh. she thought bitterly. His eyes were squeezed shut. What wasn't a smear of blood was. The snow was falling quick and fast now. reaching under it. They might have held together. The mask fell into the snow. She glanced around. but in the middle. More foolish than a human. as he hacked.No. Blood was catching under it. coughing occasionally. The mask. It wasn't speed. the other hanging by a sliver of bone. Short cropped. She felt more warm blood smear on. She should've known damn it. as he hacked. He couldn't breath.But the Vindicare had seemed different. Just maybe. and his breath had started to turn irregular. Dark hair. It dribbled across the snow. And maybe. pulling at the door. running around the house. Back. bloody froth coming clear. he leaned in. as much as being in the right place at the right time. and another one ran across his back. still bubbling where the marine's glaive had touched. pulling it up as it went along. The metal plating had done little good. the half frozen bark. as she felt the pull of the sea. It warped and stuttered. The rain was turning to snow. Her spear was still inside too. that's when she should have seen. as he fell back. She grabbed the mask. Taldeer ran around the hut. they have never had one fall to chaos. she could taste something else. There was a cracking noise. How carelessly then she tore off the other spirit stone mounts. Their very presence pains demons." She turned. in case of death. Why would he engage a farseer alone? Her fingers ran across boards merged together. Around them. Wouldn't be that hard. The Grey Knights are the greatest weapon mankind has against Daemons. Lemara. she heard something else whispered. They are the few to be entrusted with the full secrets of what the Imperium knew of daemonology. and he had just barely enough life to push with his legs. He had been beaten severely. She probably should have been listening. the storm begin to howl. one flesh . she could come back for them. first and foremost. She hefted his arm onto her shoulder. and then fell back. She stared. They hunt daemons. "He saved my life. as the wood boards creaked at her presence. "You should die soon out here." The Grey Knight had sounded confused. Through the blood. and in this task. She had chalked it up to his ego's breaking at defeat. evidently. The wraithbone had had enough. Isolated place. dragging the Vindicare off into the snow storm with her.He fell back into the snow. as if by some miracle. They were just getting in the way anyway." ’"YOU-"’ more hollow whispers ’"YOUR GREAT ENEMY?"’ "No more words. ’"WHY-"’ The hollow roar of the Grey Knight's audio must have been malfunctioning. calmed. She stood. He tasted like lemara. And his attempt to kill the enemy of the Imperium he had seen had been foiled by another agent of the Imperium. ineffective. makes them sluggish. In all their years. She lifted him to her shoulders. looking for any entrance. chaos. and the warp. immediately. She carefully pushed the mask back on his face. She had reasoned. Leaving her with just one refuge. they must be expected to be the best warriors that humanity can dredge up. the rubbery sacks burst and making a squealing. "Wake up. sitting up. shaking the wet off of her spear. while the Vindicare kicked himself back. I don't smell him.." "Shh. and set himself back. She grinned. hmm?" The wood groaned under the Vindicare." "Good." Liivi started." Taldeer placed her ungloved hand on Liivi's shoulder. smiling serenely at Liivi. "I'm going to need a moment. Why would he try to finish off the Vindicare. I was just lucky to find a mop and soap in this hick's place. "The blood. if there was another opponent in the field? The Great Enemy." "I took him out. as she felt the ocean kick. Taldeer started. She Who Thirsts.." Taldeer shrugged. "Figured we wouldn't like any dead guy laying around here. as a flustered Taldeer approached. as the pistol rose to Taldeer's face. warm and twitching to the touch.over another. Taldeer entered the door." "The defecation. Two large. won't we?" "The inhabitant. "Do you get off on this?" The pistol made six very good points in reply." the Assassin blinked the sleep from his eyes. squelching noise. A nervous system of wires and thrice blessed metals kicked in. setting her arms straight and jamming her hands between her feet as she sat in a position of mock meditation." the Vindicare turned his eyes towards Taldeer. pushing him gently back down. The problem with the . A fresh magazine was struck home into the pistol. with a smile. "Wake up Vindie. The nerve endings are still broken. "How are you?" "I'm-" the Vindicare tested himself. "Just go to sleep. before stepping back. holes burst through the wood. We'll have to pass the time then. shaking the dripping snow from her spear. as he lay back. "Hah.architecture of Kronus. a crude intelligence. as Taldeer leapt back. her delicate." Thermal signatures rose in the shape of a smiling woman. "Do you like it?" The Taldeer fell forward." The pseudo Taldeer fell back against one of the walls. They were aliens. The Vindicare stood. already depopulated by the rapacious desires of the colonists.. but an intelligence en masse was inside the homes. she spread her hands. as disgusted as he was at the concept of living houses. they were nearly driven into extinction. hand at his side. pale hands reaching for the hole in her throat." "That was the intent. as the Vindicare reached for another. swearing and cursing in ways only the grass and wind could respect." "Close. she stared upwards. Whether they had gone on this path for centuries and they had somehow managed to keep it in secret. But the plaintive. Haha. The weeds shriveled and shrunk desperate to hold onto what water they could. All of them showing the same thing. There wasn't that much blood. The pain he felt was purely sympathetic. stupid. ramming a bullet through the forehead." The pistol coughed. mouth running blood. I bet?" "Quiet. Small lasers immediately evaporated it." an empty mag thudded across the floor. when you can just kill those that you make the object of your affections? Simplifies the fun parts. He didn't smell death. turgid water into the snowstorm. and the reeds. and broke and tore the twisted remnants of an empire that never was. covered barely by black stained leather. They called upon a goddess that had long grown bored of them.. "It-" . or it was started in response. possibly intelligent aliens. "Something wrong?" whispered the heap from the floor. "You wound me.. and he had found it. "Would it have been better if I didn't talk?" The visor was in error. that caused the Ecclesiastical purge was the pysker's report. mewling minds of plants turned their thoughts to Chaos. The sounds weren't matching up right. As the homes burned into the night sky. "Is it better. The local Arch Cardinal had wanted any reason he could find to burn the homes. He switched through the spectrums.. The shaking reeds vomited forth the filthy. The gun was too loud. blood spattering against his visor. as it twisted in vegetative joy. Taldeer reached with her hands. and broke through. "Witch. her eyes watering. no one can ever be sure. at the Vindicare. They rustled and undulated. were uprooted wherever the crusaders could find them. you know. She held still. strange. Then. She was in the waves. why are you going back?" Mused a voice." The voice had changed pitches. her pistol raised. Your kind always are. Not without some manipulation. They pressed in. Taldeer stepped forward. "I have no reason to explain to you. When you come back. Something hissed and shrieked. Her ocean was dark. something that was a color and a smell and a industrial accident. and for a blink of a moment. her hand squeezing. I will be entertained. Your savior. and waited for the thing to get bored.The pistol coughed too loud again as a round black hole appeared in the forehead. I will kill you. "She has been waiting soooo long. or your ilk. almost recognizable. as water passed down the reeds. viscous blood dripping across her. You can't tease a girl forever. her shuriken pistol drawn. Taldeer held. She was strong here. minds drawn together by some human that wanted a place for the summers. to finish what you started. The wood walls seemed to pulse and breath. a buzzing noise of a hundred bullets whizzed at Taldeer. "I will be entertained by your other. "So." A hand touched Taldeer's shoulder. on surrounding on all sides. A small comfort. weak. . No one falls in love outside of their species. "I know you are impatient beast." "She was bored. The house shouldn't be this big. as we jerk him by the chains we gave him and he shoots you full of holes!" As if on cue." Something stepped out of the shadows. She shot up. She had been a fool. she was somewhere else. The Great Enemy. crackling with energy." "Oh. Taldeer was standing in a kitchen. " ." "Initial clearing of Victory Bay." "He cleared a house." "A family." "Hm. There must be. I'm so glad you found that out. I'm going to get back to my war. If you will pardon me. he could have sniffed the warp enchantments she used on him. Last of the reports on the kill roster for him-" "Oh good. I have a war against those beloved space marines you invited into the pass my men softened to run. family of six. Governor Militant." "Your Grey Knight declared somebody reeked of the warp. neophyte. Governor. that makes me ecstatic. "Inquisitor Madek. Tell me again. out. used it as a firing position." "The weight will be upon your soul if you do not hel-" "What else can I do? I'm not going to recite records that Ardrin has already told you about all day. I do not know anything more than what my trusted officer Ardrin has told you." "Inhabitants of the house." "There is something more. dropped hundreds of rioters before they surrendered. that you helped my enemies with now. Beautiful. where you deployed him. he was next to an Eldar. deployment along with Operation Hammerfall as a spotter-" "Details." "It is not the same.General Governor Militant Lukas Alexander rubbed the bridge of his nose. Eleven guns waved over the horizon. fuel check. He gave a nod." A deafening crunch of ice on steel.. "Leave me then. You have the Farseer for 'diversions' from your duty. That was unwise. and he could feel something drifting in his body. Then frowned. "True. taking the third door down the corridor. He stood. pointing him to his seat. as the many engines in the Baneblade roared to life. of course not. you REALLY must stop shooting me. shaking her head. don't you?" The daemonette spread her hands." The Daemon stood. "This thing is checked right? I don't feel like going through a long checklist of what works and what doesn't." The Vindicare lowered his weapon. "If we're going to have a conversation. no one in here enters." . before sitting down in the command chair. searching for targets. and sighed. approaching the assassin. pulling the tracks forward across the snowing landscape. "You didn't. did you?" Snap. "Good. if I could have a word with you about the newly deployed unit. He closed his eyes. before crawling back into the tank. or kill me abomination. "No one in here leaves. blood and brains dripping from two dark red holes. That would require retaliation. at the end of a tank column. He licked his lips. Set course for the space port." "Good.You didn't think these feelings were genuine. the assurances of Midilv seemed even less comforting." "All eleven weapons. until this battle is over. stunned as the vox buzzed silent. loosening the bolt pistol at his side. "Brother Felix." Lukas Alexander shifted uneasily in his command chair. you read?" A wave of nods. Strangely. rolling behind.. everything is good to go my lord. where the technicians saluted. the adrenaline was fading now." Lukas switched off the comm."If you-" Inquisitor Madek stared. his hand pressing against his side. check. He had been a bit rude. seeing only the flanking forces of the Imperial guard." "No. tracks check out. glancing across the technicians. I shall not be diverted from my duties. Greasy black smoke sailed up into the sky joining their brethren above the Kronus spaceport. "It's not going to be of any use. panting a bit. He turned to the Enginseer. you didn't?" Taldeer stayed. The one who adores you. still. The things they did to him as a child and even worse .[edit] Chapter Nine The contents of Chapter Nine were deleted by the writer. A tool for the Imperium. "Horrified? You soft bitch. I broke free from his mind. "Without even fucking with his head. you little innocent bitch. a viscous substance dribbling from her fingers. "You DID. or at least doing a damn fine subtle job of it. this man.. trying to make her distrust. reduced to a machine. lose focus. kneeled. glittering multifaceted eyes reflecting her a thousand times being tortured. the wall above filled with holes. before it returned. The soft noise. like leather being drawn taut heralded the monster's smile.. They twisted his mind and body endlessly. [edit] Chapter Ten "Of course." "I delved into his mind while he slept. "You were horrified?" Laughter. Nothing but a weapon. devoted to destruction and eradication. supposedly. Till there was nothing left. mirth traveled along the waves. her head tilting up slightly. wrapped around your little finger. single minded. "And you dive into his skull?" The daemonette was behind Taldeer. "I MASTURBATED to those thoughts. like a metronome by five. but. I laid beside him and slept. you have him as your servant. Amusement.. tell me you don't get a little wet at things you could make him do. strands still leading back to her person.they horrified me. precise." Taldeer's eyes made the lie that the daemonette strutted ahead of her. Even more so than I.. while he TRUSTS you. you would have known that. "Which I assume. lying on the kitchen floor. And after a moment to collect my thoughts. nothing relating to the story was lost. her." The voice paused a moment. He has nothing and nobody to go back to. Barely a soul in a body. you delve into his skull while he sleeps.. felt ashamed." the abomination's clawed feet tacked on the floor. LIIVI." . crying out that all that was wrong behind her." The Slaaneshi leaned in. Your patsy. the utter dark that blocked Taldeer's senses lifted. Rasping along her soul. was utterly alone in this world. and for a moment. rippled on the tide in her head. "How couldn't it arouse you?" The daemonette spread her arms.." Taldeer turned. She could feel it. If you had looked inside of his head. smile playing across her lips.Yet she listened to the daemon's words. "A man. annoying. The thing was confusing her. and you. note: had sex w/ demonette. His memories.as a man. In the Temple of the Vindicare. "I think you've told me everything I wanted to know already. The sun was high above Holy Terra. covering aged eyes. staring at Taldeer. Eighteen hours of tyranny before it fell. this noon of Holy Terra. turned on her heel. A SINGLE GODDAMN GLANCE. "You're an awful good sport about this. snorted. "If you're done ruminating. Expunged. nineteen hours and twelve seconds for the disobedient." The Vindicare looked down from the moon. lucky little whore. then rounded on her heel.. Checked by twins. pulled out by the roots. Yet. sad eyes of Taldeer peering from under the sad brow of Taldeer. The Inquisitor had always told them that the clock was right." The illusion stopped. as Taldeer grinned. Eighteen hours and three seconds for the blasphemous second star to rise.The mission you fucked. tall as his thighs. The moon looked beautiful." Taldeer said." . in the garments of Taldeer. It took three days. logical time. "Well? Say something? Anything Juliet?" "No. So forth. Imaginary tortures sprang anew across her. serenely.. He stood in a field where nothing grew but weeds. sadly. What light could make through the atmosphere. wet and ashamed. alien sun to set.. with just a single glance." whispered the daemonette across the road. from a year away."I mean. all times were measured by the times of Earth. the assassin kept a new time than the one he had once on his home world. "If. in those first few free months.. It had been driven out of him. at that as well. if you want this to stop-" Taldeer's long lashes cast downward. It was noon. they were. in the lips of Taldeer."Yes. A flower was growing at his feet. All attempts to form an unofficial. So on. would be glinting off of the palace right now. it had been erased." The daemonette narrowed her eyes. to the longlas in his hands. With the rest of him. you had him?" The Daemonette shook her head as she walked back. fearless now. were broken by the lash. on Holy Terra. taking great big bloody clots with it." intoned. "Do not fail. She smiled. "Lucky. With burning rod and crackling leather. a year ago crushed under his foot. Rogue traders freely tracked back and forth. disassembling the weapon. keeping an eye out for citizens bearing too much technology. "Guess it ain't vulnerability then. with sainthood in their local Ecclesiarchical branch. he moved off. the Imperial regalia suiting him. long ago. Vigne the Gaslighter. . the Night Market was opened." Currently on his two hundred and eleventh year by virtue of Imperial immortality drugs. fairer by any other name.A ground car trundled by. on the minute in Pier delle Vigne. held in pockets on his person. and liberation from criminals. When the ton of motored steel passed by. The longlas disassembled. Night time used to be times of fear to those of Pier delle Vigne. dispelling the illusion. placing the pieces in his coat. The world had no technology to speak of. Generations had the same portrait of the governor. "You ever felt guilty?" Asked the voice. A year ago. The governor enacted dictums and creeds long ago. No spymask. a relic of happier days. securing avenues of escape. but. the Vindicare's hands moved. But how the city celebrated with gas lighting. that forbade the populace from dealing with Imperial traders. the warp spawned abomination shrugged off the skin of Taldeer." 12:34. Third floor. smug. but he wasn't expected to have to use them." the voice from across the road lilted over. They revered it to this day. a frown cracking its face. "Stepped on something. The assassin did not answer. and with his name upon the town. Already elements of the 5th Hastati were moving. securing spots for the Vindicare to fire. In celebration of their newfound safety. it had become considered practically a form of open welfare for the criminal element. Brick building. rumor stated that the governor had gone into seclusion more as a concession to good taste not to flaunt hypocrisy than any sort of secret to hide. Stealthsuit and hood were under his coat and trousers. The red flower. its primitive combustion engine hacking and coughing as it went. heading for the night market in full bloom. securing the proper delivery of the message. Including one unfortunate young woman. "To preserve the culture and lifestyle of the honest folk of Florent. elevating the hero of the city. under moon of their world. In recent years. even as lasgun bearing Adeptus Arbites patrolled the streets. a relic from twenty thousand years ago. nearly every night they could afford to. a genetic miracle. a reverence for tradition drove the Florents on to the market. Inquisitor Uberti wanted to send a message. a little jowl. as the Vindicare stepped along the sidewalk. Night Market was a festive time. now on the other side of a building. the streets blossomed. "The target is going to Nightmarket. A year ago. Under noon in Holy Terra." muttered the deviant. and the other a plainer." The long barrel spins. to see with his own eyes. "Real professional. displaying their wares for all to see. alright. click clang assembling bit. the Vindicare waited.Oh by the way. Within the folds and turns and twists of the Night Markets tent city. Behind the canvas. set abuzz by the faulty installation just behind his temple. Canvas flaps crisscrossed the streets. A whine. A powerpack is shoved home. She hated being direct. He really had no need to reach through."So nice to be able to see you fuck up something once. that all natural?" The scope slid down the hollowed line. Gift from the governor. "Too high. clicks in place on the main body of the lasrifle. her parents had been mixed. No stitches. but this one. it seemed the only way. She was smiling. "Playin' hard to get. words that were in his memory." The daemonette was leaning on some boxes. "Yes. "She's something I'd like to spend a bit of time on. his skin twitched. Molded together. And the governor. Leather and patchwork cloth didn't hide her from the IR on the scope. the last lil' scene we played through. "Always shooting chicks too. It was good enough. peering out the window. like the product of a manic spider. she wasn't that good." Vindicare walked by. For a moment." muttered the Vindicare. Well. pierces the Vindicare's ears." she mumbled. one of them belonging to the dominant darker ethnicity with the silver highlight genetic tampering. his target coming along in peripheral vision. over her arm. good peripheral vision there." . holding it like the farmgirl she once was distributing seed. "Oh good. you go down a floor?" The daemonette rolled her eyes. But bit by bit. merchants established their benches. do you have the target in sight yet?" The bored tones of Inquisitor Uberti crackled over his subdermal. and pull apart a seam on one of the flaps. Some sort of warehouse. they managed to produce a beauty enough to capture the attention of the planet. She was a courtesan. The next module performed much better. She stepped lightly. she leaned over the edge. subsonic. Somehow. Doubtless bought off world. this and falling for something that isn't even your species. a bag at her waist. if ya. "X-L-I-I-I. After that bad ass. as the Vindicare stood at the window. more yellow woman who gained his attention by being an heiress. his longlas fully assembled at his side. emptied." the Slaaneshi murmured. my men will need a moment to get into position. frightened man stuffed with great care into an officer's regalia. turning and pointing the lasrifle at the daemonette. waving a pretend gun at a pretend me and pretend to pull the pretend trigger is not going to do a thing. but. Back to reality.I. Slaanesh is the god of pleasure. flapped in the breeze. dripped and melted away with cinematic abandon. excess. look to your right. at this the abomination felt her side. flashing in the gaslight. hear. "I am not in a verbose mood. "Bitch is tricky. Noiselessly tunelessly. The Inquisitor's arm over the shoulder of a quivering. The house called again." said the Vindicare." "And you remembered this as a botched job becau-" "Pick back through the briefing witch. touch." The cotton skirt blew in the wind. as she spun a last pirouette." The Vindicare glanced out of the corner of his eye. I control everything you can possibly see." The memory faded. a good nine blocks away on one of the sprawling balconies of the governor's equally opulent and space wasting manor. a lazy circle falling down. "That was it?" "You're the one picking through my memory. Begging for feeling once more." "You're going to try to shoot me again?" The Daemonette stepped forward." She twisted. and taste. as Liivi felt her hot breath on the back of his neck." The daemonette opened her eyes again. The assassin in front of her had flailed about like a puppet with the way she had to manipulate his every sense before she had gone ahead and tied him up with a belt. Her head. just hold on. pushing LIIVI back into the dark. Coconut skin like her father. as she looked down the street. I'll be back later. the shotgun of genetic fate on full display."Good. "We're good. save for what silver patterned across her. Some of them trod upon their former maiden idol. The Eldar was at least still. The weak wash of a primitive intellect. good. The Night Market. "Just sit tight there miboyo. . the wound still raw. Inquisitor Uberti stood. smell. as she turned. within a moment. The gun.I control everything you see. in curiosity at the waving man in the golden armor. "You do know. "Fire at will. stepping and fighting each other to get away from the signature lasblast. mother's fair hair. She felt it again. sensation. the grin at the common folk faded. leaving you stranded in the middle of a blizzard. I would go but-" The daemonette drudged up a quick dream."Barely a step above Tau. "He'll turn. "Still caught?" Asked Taldeer. I want to say a trollridden LCB discussion thread that was nearing autosage." "I've never seen any of Eliphas's men deploy a single daemonette. him naked kneeling in front of her. with some care. the ocean drift in her head whispering. "We haven't even gotten into anal yet. but I figure it's better than nothing. Then. Taldeer waited. Kneeling in the standing water." the daemonette murmured as she turned from the room with the tied sniper. A bare three inches away from the gun she remembered the mon-keigh had dropped. [edit] About the Ending This is just one oldfag's recollection. No one saved it." Silence. The ending exists. left alone-" "Chaos is on this planet. Fuck she hated that bitch." The claws tacked away. It was posted in an obscure way. so suddenly you're the expert on Daemonology. bound and gagged. a flash of her the head of the assassin in her hand. ." The daemonette turned away." "Oh.or it did for about half a day. enjoying myself. "We have all the world and all the time in it. angry. "Well. "I could just hop into the warp and back out on a battlefield somewhere. so I'm not about to leave this nice coz-" "Cozy house of an abomination that had an intellect that you could barely sustain yourself off of and you reduced your last guest to a gibbering wreck." The Slaaneshi sniffed. The farseer was still there. apparently. standing at the precipice to the kitchen. heading back to the assassin. she crept forward another inch. and the plot points he passed on are worth sharing. mind you. the anon who did see it gave us the gist of it a day later. in which Eldrad Ulthran meets LIIVI and decides he approves. I also recall that he was struggling to keep going. (Or maybe the dude just had a shitty net connection.com/s/gnf2kgvlr8n3e4c/Love%20can%20Bloom%20-%20_tg.This is all secondhand.he'd always struck me as very shy and self-effacing.epub Compilation of above writefaggotry Love Bloomed In Her Mouth Bedroom Infiltration Meet the Ulthran. In the absence of any undeniable evidence to the contrary. just remember: it's totally canon. Imber [edit] Gallery . possibly to the point of having genuine self-esteem issues. (That being said. -LIIVI managed to cover Taldeer's escape but was captured as a consequence. where they eventually have a daughter. -Taldeer makes it back to her ship but winds up joining some rogue traders rather than returning to the craftworld. -The inquisitor was heretical and had been making knockoff assassins. The implication is that she intends to find and rescue LIIVI. it's way too easy to read into these things. including LIIVI (whose defects were limited to things like love blooming. Sister Sinai. the vast majority of /tg/ acts on the assumption that Taldeer and LIVII escaped back to Ulthwé.) Either way. in which we see LIIVI in action before he meets Taldeer.he could snipe as well as the genuine article). So if you ever hear people talk about Space Pirate Taldeer. the "final chapter" may not have been very good or actually reached the end.dropbox. there is no way to prove that any of the above is true.) [edit] See Also Love Can Bloom Epub Edition: https://www. But it fits my impression of Bloom Writer. honey.Even /co/ draws these two Macha gives her opinion "Don't worry. I'm sure IG will be in the expansion." FOR THE EMPEROR . . BadGood End. Love Can-DOOMRIDER NA NA NA NA Scout Sergeant Cyrus is less sympathetic.Hormonal Taldeer is hormonal. DRAMA Daemonette hookers + prescient spouse = D: . Guess who's canon? I tried using this line with my girlfriend. besides being Heresy. You know. the Emprah was also thinking practical. . She laughed at me.Bad end._. "Look into my perfect eyes." . It makes me grim and dark." "I want you to draw me." AH A CHALLENGE WORTHY OF MAH SKILLS "This is my grimdark face. like one of your Craftworld boys. you filthy mon'keigh. 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