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Ten Minutes

26/02/2009 in Warhammer 40K

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To Sergeant Sade Verus,

Two days ago we lost contact with Lotus, a squad of scout marines
operating out of Fifth Company. We had sent them on a reconnaissance
run to Sepperus IV, where, as you know, an Eldar strike force has set
up camp. I know you just got back from that clash with the Tau over
on Archan, but you’re the best I have right now. Gav isn’t much of a
replacement for Arjeth and I’m sorry you lost him, but I can’t trust
anyone else with this. Lotus had full knowledge of resources and
assets to help them assess the situation. Their job was to
reconnoiter the Eldar defenses and root out the locations of their
anti-air batteries.

A single member of Lotus did escape, but the only thing we could learn
from him before he succumbed to his wounds was that the rest of his
squad had been taken. It’s imperative we get Lotus back, assuming
they’re still alive. Not only is the information they have vital to
any sort of attack, but if the Eldar were to get any of them to
talk…

I am leaving it up to Aether Squad to get Lotus out of there, alive.
And Verus, please, be discrete about it. I know you and Arjeth were
close, but I need you at the top of your game. I’m counting on you,
Sade.

Die laughing.

- Captain Argent Ravus

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A Pet Banshee

23/02/2009 in Warhammer 40K

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This planet reminded her of where she came from, if not for her helmet she would have spat on the ground. In the background the thunder of bolter fire drowned out battle cries; their exarch slowly turned her head, surveying the battlefield, waiting for the right moment.

The wail of anti-grav engines grew louder and closer. The farseer must have ordered their Striking Scorpion kin into the fray against those who served the Great Enemy. The exarch clearly thought so, given her decision to ignore it.

She looked over the battlefield, and noticed something wasn’t right.  The Scorpions had already joined the fray, but as she noticed this… it was too late.

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The Saga of Geir Winter-bane

19/02/2009 in Warhammer Fantasy

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This being the Saga of Geir Winter-bane, as told by Njarlgrim Raven-feeder, White-bearded and Golden-tongued, in the great Halls under the Mountain. Though long since it was, and but the first of his deeds, it is still sung throughout every keep, as an example for those not yet full of beard:

“And grim it was, winter, chinbiter howling –
all-consumer roaring, could not bar cold.
Axe-wielders all, few remembered
a sun-hiding like it, not known since whitest beard bore colour still.
Rumbling death, from sky-piercers
often walked brave shields to death’s halls –
no fell beast was it, to meet in combat fair.
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by Dae

Olvido

16/02/2009 in Warhammer 40K

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They gave me a new rifle two days ago, at the same time they gave me my new assignment. As usual, they told me nothing more than what I strictly needed to know. And honestly, they could very well have said nothing at all. The file has all of the target’s information, and I know perfectly what I have to do. I’m not one of these Ordo Assassinorum agents, I don’t have the skill of a Vindicare. But I do know how to put a round through the head of a target.

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Machine of Man

12/02/2009 in Warhammer 40K

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“We’re stuck”

“Ayup.”

The two men looked at their Leman Russ, the standard battle tank of the Imperial Guard. The finest piece of machinery that the Forges of Mankind has ever produced. A hull mounted lascannon and heavy bolter side sponsons, with a Emperor Bedamned Battle Cannon on the turret. Driver Cope and Tank Commander Cowher were cut off behind the lines.

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Assassins Sextet: Potential

09/02/2009 in Warhammer 40K

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Twenty years ago.

‘Well,’ he said in a damnably calm voice, ‘it’s not normal.’

The specialist wasn’t Hive-blood, Vicki could tell that much. He was too tanned, too fit, not scrawny enough to be low-level trash, not pale and flabby enough to be an up-spire snob, though his grey suit was obviously expensive and well-made. His accent was flat and harsh, nothing like the Esperitus Hive drawl. He was off-world, she knew that. She knew very little else. He had glided into her hab with a squad of Arbites on behalf of a higher authority, probably Ministorum. Now that she thought about it, he hadn’t actually said.

He glanced at her as if reading her thoughts and gave her a cold little smile.

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Assassins Sextet: In Malice

06/02/2009 in Warhammer 40K

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Somewhere between the abseiling slide from one building to the next, I become Security Detail Sergeant Marius Vasquez, black-haired, sallow-skinned, aged forty-two. Had any of his friends been on duty tonight, they would have been astounded to see his slightly overweight form drop twenty feet from the slide-cord attached to the vox-mast and land fluidly on the rockcrete of the roof, flowing into an inspection walk from a crouch without missing a beat. Unfortunately this is the last shift of a ten-day, Marius’s least favourite shift because none of his friends are working with him. Besides, I’m Marius now, and I do that kind of thing a lot.

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by Lukas

Exitus Acta Probat

02/02/2009 in Warhammer 40K

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The outcome justifies the deed.

I am the hunter. The stalker, the killer, parodies of any sinister contraption your mind may perceive me as. You see that is what I am, a contraption, some sort of device as you may call it, a programmed machination or an unthinking drone. A machine built for killing. Manufactured for the sole purpose to perfect the art of elimination of a sole person, the one target. Adept in the combined skills of stealth and evasion, marksmanship and combat, the Imperium’s best, only serviced into action when control has surpassed the abilities of more, unsubtle factions.

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