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Made in us
Bounding Assault Marine






"I have nothing else to offer you," the Lord Primarch said. "Any physical interaction with the surface will trigger enormous consequences. I could have someone leave you a message in the waking world, but you could just as easily dismiss that as more subterfuge. I'm sorry to say, but you must take a leap of faith on this matter."

"You're asking me to betray my home," Paul quietly countered. "If you betray me, I'll lose everything."

"If you do not fulfill your side of the bargain, you will have written your death in stone," The giant said, waving his hand over the frozen massacre. "And deprive your wife of her husband, and your children of their father. I cannot force you to believe the truth. That is a choice you must make." As he spoke, the scene around them seemed to dissolve. The colours faded as shapes became more indistinct. Darkness settled into the absence as the scene disappeared.

"And decide soon."
   
Made in ca
Secretive Dark Angels Veteran





Canada

No more updates? I really like this story.

DC:02+S+G+MB+I++Pw40k14#+D+A+++/aWD7R++

"Some times you feel like a diick, some times you don't.
Slaneesh army's have dicks, Sisters of battle don't,
Because sometimes you want to play the dick,
Sometimes you don't " 
   
Made in us
Bounding Assault Marine






[Sorry, was doing editing for Brotherhood of the Lost. It's finished for now, so I have time to post here again.]

Ch. 10: A New Coat of Paint

First Lieutenant Murfy was bored out of her mind. She pushed back a strand of golden hair as she received the latest fleet reports. Precious little had changed in the last three days. The first day was mildly interesting as various ships reported progress on repairs after the fleet engagement with the natives. But those patches were soon made and the reports all became a bland mix of readiness. It could be worse, she supposed. She didn't know why, but some captains had this peculiar idea that as the communication officer of the Elpis, she could magically answer all of their questions. Several officers and captains had asked, and a rare couple had demanded, to know what was the next step in operations.

As of this moment, the 35th Expeditionary Fleet was in orbit above the planet's capital city with neither void shields or weapons powered. The Elpis formed the center of a sphere of warships as they languidly traveled through space, keeping pace with the planet's rotation. The reason for this state of being sat behind her. Her purple eyes snuck a peak.

Lord Alexandros Darshan VonSalim sat in his command throne, eyes closed. For three entire days, the Primarch had sat there, never moving after giving out his last orders. A running bet had emerged on day two among the armsmen when the Emperor's Son would finally move and actually conquer the system.

Before she could turn back to her station, VonSalim's eyes snapped open. Then, to her mortification, his eyes swiveled to her. "First lieutenant, I have orders to give."
   
Made in ca
Secretive Dark Angels Veteran





Canada

Wonderful. So we get some more action now.

DC:02+S+G+MB+I++Pw40k14#+D+A+++/aWD7R++

"Some times you feel like a diick, some times you don't.
Slaneesh army's have dicks, Sisters of battle don't,
Because sometimes you want to play the dick,
Sometimes you don't " 
   
Made in us
Bounding Assault Marine






It was only through trained reflex that Murfy answered, "Yes, my lord?"

Alexandros reached up to the sling holding his right arm, and, with a few precise movements, undid it. Leaving it on his throne, Alexandros stood as he stretched the limb, never wincing to the pain that flared through him. Thankfully, it was a shadow of what he felt days ago. His eyes never left Murfy as he spoke. "Would you be so kind to summon Lord Ruel? He is to come to the command deck at once."

~~~

Irvin Ruel rested within his quarters. As the second-highest ranking officer of the Storm Riders, he enjoyed a cabin worthy of his rank. Unlike some mortal commanders, it was not a sign of indulgence as the room was filled with tools of war. Ruel's personal armoury alone occupied half of the cabin, while his cot was only large enough to hold his considerable bulk.

The sound of a beeping electronic immediately roused the Space Marine. Ruel got off the cot as he reached over to the vox-unit embedded in the wall. As he activated the unit, he said, "Ruel."

"My lord, Lord VonSalim has ordered you to come to the command deck immediately."

"Acknowledged, Ruel out." Turning to his armour, Ruel muttered under his breath, "finally."
   
Made in us
Bounding Assault Marine






In a few minutes, Irvin Ruel marched onto the command deck, his focus singular. He strode toward his Primarch's command throne, but soon felt an absence. "My lord?" He asked as he rounded to the throne's side. The throne sat empty, save for a medical sling. His attention twisted toward the nearest mortal: Captain Hierax standing next to his smaller throne a ways forward. "Where is the Primarch?"

Before the captain could answer, the comms officer announced, "Drop pod launch."

Irvin Ruel whirled toward the young woman. "Who gave the order? The Primarch's command that all forces hold until new orders were issued."

To her credit, the first lieutenant didn't flinch from his biting tone. Instead, she simply said, "My lord, the Primarch is in that drop pod."

Ruel froze.

What?
   
Made in us
Bounding Assault Marine






~~~

Chukhay's head snapped up as Captain Dumas hurried into the room. Saluting, the stately officer stated, "Unknown object approaching from the enemy fleet, Directors."

Director Kravchuk hissed as he jumped to his feet. "Is it a weapon?"

~~~

Anasya fought the urge to sprint to the doors after the guards had finally let her into the Directorate. She knew that would probably give her away, but she so desperately wanted to escape their probing eyes. She was half-convinced that they were already onto her. They were probably radioing the Nightwatch right now. She should just leave right now.

Except that would also look very suspicious. So, she forced herself to keep to a steady walk as she neared the main building. Once inside, she headed to her supervisor's station to sign in for the day, doing everything she could to not look like a traitor. After all, she had heard the rumors of what happened to traitors. Nothing good and everything bad. They were rumors that the Nightwatch did everything they could to ensure traitors died screaming and screaming and screaming...

"Anasya?"

She flinched and realized she was at the station. Sam was staring at her, concerned and wary. "Oh, sorry, yes?"

"A little distracted, are we?" Sam said and then laughed that nervous laugh of his, which only made Anasya feel worse. So, she just nodded before signing in. Once she was done, Sam handed her the keys to the janitorial closests throughout the complex. "Well, lot to think about, right? Still living under an alien invasion and now we're not hearing anything from the nearby cities. Talk about stressful," he said, speaking faster the longer he spoke.
   
Made in ca
Secretive Dark Angels Veteran





Canada

Well that escalated. At least now we get some action with what he has been seeding into the various individuals.

DC:02+S+G+MB+I++Pw40k14#+D+A+++/aWD7R++

"Some times you feel like a diick, some times you don't.
Slaneesh army's have dicks, Sisters of battle don't,
Because sometimes you want to play the dick,
Sometimes you don't " 
   
Made in us
Bounding Assault Marine






Anasya meekly nodded before she shuffled away. She took two steps away and then froze. A Nightwatchman was nearly sprinting towards her, flanked by two guards. Terror spiked through her. Before she could scream, they were upon her.

Then, they pushed past her. As her heart raced, she remembered to breath.

Easy, easy, a gentle, familiar voice soothed. They're not onto you and will not come for you. I now have their attention.

~~~

Paul stood in his tank's cupola at the rear of the formation, trying to ignore an itch on his scalp. In front of him were five APCs with Commander Naro's tank at the front of the line. Naro had chosen Paul's platoon to patrol through the city, reminding the citizens that chaos and riots would not be tolerated. While, thankfully, no citizen had given them reason to, the weapons were loaded and prepared to fire. Paul scanned the people as they passed them by. Most of them looked afraid. Others sneaked angry glares. Some did their best to ignore the military convoy.

Paul wasn't sure how he felt. His emotions were a mixture of confusion. The reason was obvious. Soon, everything would change. And he would be at the center of that change. He imagined if he were some idealistic hero, he'd stare at destiny and grab ahold of it with both hands, confident and sure.

All he wanted to do right now was run home and hold his family.

His train of thought broke as his radio came alive. "PLATOON!" Naro's voice came in. "We have an unidentified flying object entering the atmosphere. Command estimates the UFO will land near our location, and we are being ordered to investigate and to potentially contain the threat. Move out!"

Paul's heart quailed as he glanced toward the heavens.

Apparently, destiny was done waiting.

This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2017/12/07 18:13:10


 
   
Made in us
Bounding Assault Marine






~~~

Mat felt a presence and looked skyward. He wasn't sure if he saw it or imagined it, but it seemed to him that a red dot was approaching the city. "Guys, we need to get moving."

Sal followed his gaze, frowned, and looked back at Mat. "What's going on?"

There was a brief moment of internal debate. Mat had never explained to his friends what was going on in his dreams. He wasn't sure if he believed what was happening himself. After the moment, he said, "I think I might have a job that pays. C'mon, let's go check it out."

"A job?"

Mat ignored the question as he took off at a brisk walk, his friends following a moment later.
   
 
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