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Governor Ahmadi sat atop his throne of obsidian, contemplating wether to send one of his servants to fnd the imperial emmisary, or to sit put and wait as he usually did. His train of thought was abrubtly interupted as two of his palace guards opened the doors and in walked a man dressed in a black trench coat with a red sash and a peaked cap. This , of course, marked him as a member of the commissariat; the heroic men who instilled morale into their subordinates. The man smartly strode to a spot just infront of the governors throne and began to introduce himself "Hello Governor, I am Commissar Rindle, attached to the 693rd Omaha highland regiment. i am here to .... ". The governor noticed the man was staring at his throne, a mask of terror stretched across his face, and he began to babble incoherently "not here... cant be... not again.. never again.. He will not take me.. NEVER!" the commissar practically leapt up to the Governor and pulled him from his throne, and began to rip the cloth and silk from it. Once he was done, he let out a loud and terrible scream. He jumped off of the throne and ran out of the room screaming " The Vocalist is here ! run while you can, before it is too late !" With this, the Governor began to panic, wondering what had driven this soldier of the God-Emperor insane. He was about to tell his palace guards to escort him to his shuttle when he heard it.

A soft voice, singing what seemed to be a hymn to the Emperor, but surely it wasnt. The voice sang of death and despair, the coming of the Vocalist and his warrior servants was nigh, and soon this planet would be his again. The governor heard the distinct sound of lasguns being fired, and men screaming. He heard something else to, but could not tell anything of it, apart from it being a weapon of some sort. He called the 16 palace guards lining the room to escort him through the passage behind his throne to the shuttle pad. As the governor opened the door, he dared not speak. A skeletal figure, adorned in brass and bone colored armor, stood there, motionless. Nothing happened. Minutes felt like hours as the 17 men stared at this giant metal skeleton. And then it happened. One of the palace guards moved. The figure slowly raised its head and stared at the governor. He felt as though a hole had been burned right through his soul. The figure was suddenly active; a blur of movement. Guard after guard was cleaved in two, until it was only the governor and the skeleton. Ahmadi had lost all his wits, and no longer had control of his bodily functions. He stared at this thing, and then, it spoke.

"you are coming with me, Governor. It is time you met the Vocalist."
The figure dragged the Governor down the corridor, into the blackness of the Tomb.

Might this not be better placed in the Dakka Fiction forum?

A bit short but a nice read all the same. I don't see a comissar saying hello like that, drop the hello please. Will await part 2.