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"All of these guys just buy whatever they can afford with daddy's money and give it to me. Fools."

The sergeant took another mighty gulp of the liquid. Her speech began to slur as the world slowly became lively.

"You wanna come to my room? I've got plenty of other things we could try..."

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Gareva lifted his head and exited the tent and headed over to the force of Slaanesh warriors ha this would be fun. Gareva arrived outside the camp all around him the depraved cultists gathered.
"Well what do we have here?" One cultist said but as he walked up to the new Slaanesh commander he was grabbed by Gareva and his mighty claw plunged into his chest, as death began to take hold he saw a mighty tongue come out from under the hood and plunged into the cultist's head. Gareva threw the warrior down.
"Oh I could taste his soul so who else would like to take me on or will you bow to me?" all around Gareva saw the warriors bow but one remained stud up Gareva sighed, lifted his bolter and fired.
"Right anybody else? No good! NOW FORM RANKS!” Gareva said as his new force lined up. Gareva headed toward the Tzeencth female’s tent. Gareva headed inside and bowed his head to her
“Well I have my force you divine beauty!” Gareva said as his silk-like tongue exited his hood.
“Oh you are a beauty…” Gareva said as he walked around the Female warrior lifting her hair and smelling it “oh the sweet smell of passion and hate but we have more important things to do. I have one thing to ask? What is in it for me in the alliance apart from a new friend” Gareva said looking at the divine Female but he knew it would be dangerous and it would not end well.

Danielle had loitered around for what seemed like forever, she spent day after day in the camp, but no damn officer had yet approached her. She went in for meals then found an area to curl up in the base of the bunker. She saw the disorginazation In this garrison was major. She would regularly pace down the roads in camp, waiting for someone to notice she was a different guardsman than the others, but no one ever did. 2 soldiers stumbled by, staggering, probably from alchohol. She recognized the uniform of the female as at least some sort of commanding officer, so she decided to follow them. It was urgent her news would be delivered, and also that she saw some combat before created her own.

Chaos had its perks. Sam thought as he blasted an Imperial in the head with his bolt pistol. Zhufor had given him one from a real space marine and Sam had taken great pains to rework it to a more manageable size, and now he used it with as much success as Exodus. He had also redone the case on his Inferno Pistol to include a symbol of Nurgle and a fly. The lines of vehicles smashed together, Chimeras jolting as they smashed. Sam sought out the new commissar. It had become his new obsession ever since intel had been reported that Ciaphas Cain himself was soon to be deployed to Alustdor specifically to kill him. Sam was honored, he had idolized Cain at the Schola, and they were brothers in arms on the baseball diamond. He wanted to see the man again, he wouldn't even kill him probably, just turn him. If Cain went along with it, then he would be a great man like Sam, if not then Sam would break him. Sam cancelled his musings as someone shot him from behind. He turned on his heel and saw the new commissar. It was the opposite of Sam, a stout little bitch, with a camo cloak to try and hide him. Sam held up his hand and blew in his direction. Nurgle's wind spouted from his lips and the new commissar was enthralled by Nurgle's Rot. Sam loaded him into his chimera and readied himself to return. He saw a Vulture overhead and aimed to shoot, but then he thought of Tarkus and used the shot on a lucky Imperial that had hopped on a Chimera's heavy bolter, splattering gore on the inside of the vehicle. Sam took what he could and was awarded a new Russ and three Chimeras. Not bad for a small skirmish, even if they were slightly battle damaged. He would have Garevra handle it. His armies howled as they left, shooting back when possible. He decided to visit the Khorne corner when he returned. He liked Zhufor, even if his kill-all nature got annoying at dinner. He sat down at the Terminator's desk and tossed down the bag of skulls he had collected this week. Each man that fought well was rewarded with his skull laying on that table. Zhufor looked up from his etching, emblazoning a Khorne symbol on a new skull and nodded.
"How was today?" He asked as he dug.
"Good, I collected a few new vehicles and turned another new one. They are really bottom-feeding now, this guy musta been part Ratling." Sam said, picking up a skull. It was from a trooper who had gone crazy in a battle and tore a stubber from a tank and shot Sam multiple times. When Sam closed on him, the man didn't run but used the weapon as a club. There was a nice clean hole in the middle of the forehead from where Exodus had taken him. Sam grabbed an etching tool and began on the Khorne symbol.
"Damn shame. They oughta consider that Tarkus fellow, you spoke highly of his combat prowess." Zhufor said lazily, etching all the while.
"Yeah, I heard they might deploy Cain. That would be a treat." Sam said, detailing the symbol.
"Huh, hero of the Imperium, that Cain?" Zhufor said, a look of bored surprise crawling across his face.
"The very one. I trained with him at the Schola. Hell of a ball player." Sam said as he finished the skull.
"Oh yeah? We should play one time, space marines vs cultists." Zhufor said and chuckled.
"Ha, as if you could handle this pitching." Sam joked.
"Yeah, you look soooooo threatening." Zhufor said sarcastically. Sam put down his skull after a quick inspection and stood up.
"I'll see you round, I'm gonna go check on Lyn." Sam said and left.

The two sergeants walked onwards, unaware of the woman that was behind them. They were at the door of the hab-blocks when she spoke and revealed herself.

"Excuse me? Am I invisible to you?"

Atris turned to see the new soldier. She was astonished by how she had got in. Surely her officers and peers were more competent?

"Halt. Are you the scum of Chaos? Or a loyalist? You wear the uniform of us."

Lynessa felt completely enthralled by his presence, his tongue touched her long hair, she almost fell to the ground from the sensation. She began speaking. ''Yes...you uhm will gain... command over the slaaneshi forces....and become part of the council.'' She couldn't hold herself in anymore, she rushed towards him it was over she was as a slave to him now.

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Gareva garbbed the woman, his tongue slivers up the woman's neck.
"Ah I understand your temptation." Gareva said letting the woman continue her passion but then Gareva slowly lifted his claw and gripped the woman's throat.
"But even though I would love to do this we have more serious matters to attend. Do you agree?" Gareva said releasing his grip. Suddenly a Slaanesh cultists barged in.
"My lord I..." But he was stopped when Gareva put a bolter round into his chest.
"I'm busy! Later we will continue this" Gareva said livering his tongue along the woman's body.
"By the way what is your name?" Gareva said.

Lynessa began speaking the words barely came out sa the pleasure was to large ''I..mmm am lynessa.. Captain of the... tzeentch forces here.''
His power and the pleasure he was bringing was huge she couldn't hold it in anymore

A couple of minutes later.

Lynessa was laying on her bed allong With the techpriest she was exhausted but also very very pleased
She began speaking with a voice filled with love ''And you kind man, mind saying your lovely name?''

Sam walked into the tent. They say that nothing is more disgusting than Nurgle, and the mere sight of him causes retching. Sam had just disproved this and nearly threw up on the floor.
"feth! YOU TWO SHOULD FEEL SORRY FOR MAKING ME SEE THIS! gak I NEED A DRINK" Sam said and grabbed a thing of amasec from the table and downed it in a few chugs. He looked back to the stunned couple and deemed himself drunk enough to not want to rip out his eyes.
"Okay, whash gon on now? We got two counshil membersh fuggin like rabitsh in a meeting? Shittttttttt" Sam said and walked over to his desk, promptly falling asleep.

Colm left with his men. llya was covering the right flank, and Sherman the Right. He would push up the middle and then round to the right with Ilya to meet Sherman and his men. Maybe then this slaughter would be over, and then later the rest of the war on this planet would hopfully follow.

"Drive these dogs back into the backwater from were they spawned! Now we win this!"

The hellhounds moved out, his platoons guns fired, and the auto cannons in the distance opened up again. Now they would take back this village, bring back the line, and repel whatever the feth heads had to throw at them.

Mortars crashed into the ground shattering buildings and mutilating men. Women screamed and children cried, orders were being barked to form some kind of order amongst the chaos amongst the dockyard. Many ships had already left carrying those smart enough to leave early, ironically that was their entire HQ staff and High command. All forms of communication and chain of command now sailed away into the sunset. Any form of airlift out of here was impossible due to the enemy fighters knocking everything out of the sky and straffing the stranded troops.
"Blasted heretics can't they give us a minutes peace" muttered Warrant officer Bragg as more shells landed into the bay, exploding in the murky water and splashing high in the air. Captain Aubrey ignored the comment staring at the huge crowd that had developed, people desperate to get onto the few vessels at the end of the warf. Guardsmen held them back, wrestling with the unruley crowd with their rifles. Aubrey waded through the crowd to the overwhelmed men guarding the dock. The men let him through and he proceeded to a Sergeant who was busy checking a stores list. He was a rather overwieght fellow, typical for support staff more use to a warehouse then a warzone.
"What the feth is holding up the evacuation?" asked the captain.
"Sir, high command has deemed we transport the general's personal affects and our men first"
"No, let the civilians on first and dump the bloody furniture, your men can hold here till the ships come back"
"But sir, surely you can't be serious, my men- we- we've never seen combat- surely you don't expect us to stay in this mess". The fat mans cheeks turned red and he developed a sweat.
"The lives of Imperial citizens are more important then your comfort, sergeant!"
"These orders are directly from the brass" he snapped, "and I'll be damned-"
The sergeant jumped a little and stopped his disobedience the second he heard the captain's pistol cock.
"Y-y-yes sir, we'll board them right away!" The sergeant quickly waddled away.
Bragg smiled devilishly behind him and quickly went about yelling into the support staff chasing them off the barge and back to the front lines.
"Private Bray" the captain called. "Signal all units, tell them to fall back to the city and dig in, also tell them Captain Aubrey of Second Sabre Company has taken charge of this fight".

Gareva stud up from the bed and walked over to the exit of the tent.
"I am Gareva!" He said as he exited the tent and headed back to the Slaanesh camp, when he arrived his warriors rushed to him.
"My lord we have risen your might tent!" One of the cultists said. Gareva looked at the great tent what a beautiful display of colour, Gareva entered the tent and saw a great chair next to it were two female imperial guard each still in their armour. Gareva walked forward and saw a great bed chamber, he continued forward and sat on his new throne. Next to him the two female guards were chained to the floor shuffled away from Gareva, Gareva inhaled.
"Ah I can smell their virginity! Oh it's sweet!" He said turning to look at them, both of them looked him in terror.
"My lord do you like?" A cultist said.
"Yes I do! Bring Lynessa!" Gareva said to the cultist.

[an hour later]
Sam was awake, albeit with a splitting headache, and ready to fight. He looked around for someone in charge. The first man he found was another Commissar. She was looking over the fighter bay as they readied themselves. It was one of the first ones he had turned to chaos, a great shot just like Sam, the two had fired lasbolts at each other and the two had hit against each other and exploded in a red firework. Then and there she went to her knee and pledged allegiance to Sam. She had taken the path of Tzeentch and was very organized, making a perfect addition to the commissarial team Sam was making to improve the forces.
"Amber, whats goin down over here?" He asked, knocking her hat so it fell over her eyes. She laughed and straightened it out.
"Well I would be supervising our fighters, but a certain ass has decided that it would be a better idea to make me engage in mindless conversation." She joked and smiled. Her eyes were a soft brown with a small gold ring around the pupil and her hair was much the same, mostly a chocolaty brown, but with a blonde area at the tips. She smiled and tipped Sam's hat back with one finger.
"Well then maybe I'll just leave." Sam said with a smile.
"Fine, but you have to join me for dinner then." Amber replied.
"I may well take you up on that." Sam said and walked off, waiting for night

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"So... Tarkus, still don't have any plans?"

Atris giggled madly. She kissed Tarkus on the cheek, stumbling down the corridor and almost falling. Again, she giggled. The bottle was almost empty, but no worry. She had plenty more to sample.

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Lynessa was walking on the courtyard now her forces had been deployed for inspection again. The main force that she was expecting finally arrived she was originally send as a vanguard so that her main force would land unopposed.

She saw 400 men clad in carapace armor and armed with las guns, plasma guns and a personal favorite of hers enhanced long las rifles. They where very popular with her it was basically a long las that was slightly shortened so it could be used as a bolt action rifle.
Another 50 of them had a blue and green motive on their carapace armor and had hot shot lasguns with them, they where the elite she had included them in her services when she met a group of Prospero Spireguard they where the most trained of them all.
The drilling was continuing for a while now she had to supervise them on her own because she had send her own 50 enforcer/trainers to help Gareva with training and organizing the slaaneshi.
She returned to the training.

"Sure, sure, jes take me past my room. Speaking of which, are you sure you wanna go in there? I'm sure somebody so high and MIGHTY will be out of their comfort!"

Atris snorted. She thought it was a good joke.

aerg

"I... I think you're right."

Atris leaned on the door, falling through on the other side. The wardrobe was still open, filled with intricately detailed glass bottles containing their intoxicating liquids. She propped herself up.

"Take your pick."

ergerg

Gareva looked at one of the guards and walked over to her, she was a storm-trooper he could tell from the markings on her helmet and armour.
"Ooooh my new forces knows what I like! HAHAHAHA" he said with his tongue slivering out from his hood, he removed her helmet the look of terror on her face made Gareva happy. Suddenly a group of warriors entered, Gareva sighed and turned around.
"Yes what do you require, food, drink, pleasure? Well OUT WITH IT!" Gareva yelled.
"Lynessa sent us to assist you with training your forces." One of them spoke.
"Hmmmm you! At the front, come here." Gareva said pointing to the floor in front of him, the warrior walked other.
"Yes what do you wi...." He said before Gareva grabbed him and plunged his tongue into the man's skull. After about a minute Gareva dropped the corpse.
"Ah you are her enforcers and you are very skilled! Ha she has sent her best. Come let us train the men. You drag that body and feed it to something!" Gareva said as he exited the tent with the enforcers.
"LINE UP TRAINING WILL BEGIN!" Gareva yelled to his force.
"Right train my force well or you will die!" he said as he entered his tent. He looked at the female storm-trooper and the other guard she was just a regular guard nothing special but he could see she had beautiful red hair.
"Ah your a beauty." he said his tongue slivered along the side of her face, she was whispering something Gareva moved his head closer, she repeated "emperor protect me." Gareva burst out laughing.
"Not even your emperor will stop me! But don't worry I'll save you till last the other one will feel my cold body against her first" he said and she began to cry. Gareva turned around and left his tent, he was going to see Lynessa.

Morning lit the Hab block up, revealing the ugly scars left by the raging battle. A captain made his way back from the horrible scene to the rear echelons, hunting for someone. Aubrey stepped into the building, leaving all the death and destruction outside. An armed guard marched behind him dragging a bloodied woman by the arms. The corridor was filled with sleeping soldiers and as he walked past them his guard behind him snatched them up, beat them a little then sent them on their way to front line which was barely holding.

He counted the dorm numbers finally reaching a familiar room. With a swift kick the door bursted open. Two sergeants lay inside, one on the bed and the other sprawled on the floor completely passed out. The captain nodded to one of his guard who moved in with a bucket of ice cold water. The guard threw it over the sleeping veteran sergeant who woke with a startled yelp.
"Morning princess" the guard taunted.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Amber asked.
"I have had plenty of experience in crafts like this, don't worry." Sam replied, settling into the pilot seat of a corrupted Aquilla lander. Amber settled in behind him and they both put on the headsets.
"But what do we do if we get shot down?" Amber asked. Sam turned around and fixed her headset so that it was the right size. He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face.
"We'll be okay, I promise." Sam said and turned forward. Servitors opened the hangar bay and Sam roared into action. He primed his autocannon and heard Amber's lascannons warm up. Sam took to the air as soon as he was out of the doors, climbing to a perfect altitude. Almost immediately a "Missile incoming" alert blazed across the HUD. Sam located it and a quick burst of autocannon fire cleaned the slate. He picked up the firer, an Arvus lighter surrounded by three craft similar to Sam's.
"Fire on the body guards." He said to Amber and in response two lascannons blazed with a fiery crack and one of the guard ships exploded in fire. The other one picked up and zoomed toward them, his own lascannons blazing. Sam dodged the shots and pumped autocannon fire into the cockpit, turning the pilot into a bloody smear. The gunner tried to pick up, but too late. The ship turned into a fireball when it hit the ground. The last ship came at them differently. It had a reinforced plate and the lascannon shot Amber fired went wide. Its assault cannon whirred into action and Sam stood up slightly to protect Amber, taking a few rounds in his chest. Sam cursed and fired the autocannon, its shots pinging off the front armor.
"Amber, switch." Sam said and the two flipped positions, a function built into the ship.
"Take me next to them and open the canopy." Sam said and Amber nodded. She came right above the other ship and put up a psychic bubble around her face before opening the canopy. Sam took the icy wind and leapt out, narrowly grabbing the enemy's assault cannon. He swung his legs up onto the canopy and pulled himself up. He drew his combat knife and bashed it ineffectively against the canopy. The ace tried to roll, but Sam held fast. He drew his bolt pistol and almost shot but then thought better. He put it away and took out his Inferno Pistol. Its shot vaporized glass, pilot, and gunner alike. The plane came down. Sam saw Amber diving after it and went to the tail. As she zoomed over, Sam grabbed a landing gear and hung on while the ace's ship exploded a few hundred feet below. Sam climbed to the wing and Amber opened the canopy again and he climbed in.
"Never. Again." He said and let out a massive sigh.
"I'll take that into account twinkle-toes, and thanks for the save from that assault cannon by the way." Amber said.
"Bah it was nothing, just a flesh wound." Sam said.
"Now lets ice this Arvus, okay?" Amber said. Sam shot the lascannons at its tail in response and it died in fire.
"Take us in, mission accomplished." Sam said and allowed himself some rest.

The guard dragged in the beaten woman and threw her to the ground in front of Tarkus.
"Say hello to are our friend Danielle"
The woman tried to prompt herself on her arms but collapsed, blood collecting on the floor from her nose. Tarkus groaned and looked at the woman with sunken red eyes.

ergerg

"You see, shes been giving us a fair bit of information about you two. Seems her expertise is spying, for our side or theirs we don't know yet. She is a fighter though, the Sarn't major got to her first and she doesn't seem to be giving up anything"

"I'm not happy with what she's told me about you though" A guard moved in slamming the butt of his rifle into the sobering sergeant's ribs.