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 War Kitten wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

Spoiler:

Can you two mooks take a chill pill for a day or two so some of the rest of us don't get left behind?

Nope!

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

 War Kitten wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

Spoiler:

Can you two mooks take a chill pill for a day or two so some of the rest of us don't get left behind?

Nope!

Spoiler:

The correct answer was "Yes, whatever you say Lord Tactical_Spam"

There's a chart a few pages back, get a 1-100 random number gen and your set?

Strike Commander Ajuran was meditating in his chambers when a familiar voice called out to him over the vox.

"We have arrived at Kagrenz, Lord", Mealissa spoke, the vox output crackling her voice as it always did. He could have sworn he'd asked the local Tech-priest to fix that thing a countless amount of times, although he'd grown accustomed to the soft creaking of the ancient vox unit over the decades.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Have you sent out communications to our cousins?"

"Yes, Lord. They are expecting you aboard the "Honour", currently orbiting Kagrenz. It seems they have temporarily abandoned direct action on the surface. From what I've gathered, there were a couple of incidents during their initial deployment, amongst which the incapacitation of Captain Julius himself", Maelissa replied.

Ajuran was startled by that last remark. The idea of losing another Commander in this Crusade, especially another Astartes one, sent a shiver down his spine.

"How severe were his wounds?", Ajuran asked, as he stood up from his bed and started gathering some of his equipment.

"They did not give me any specifics, but they say he is recovering well. He is not fully healed yet, but they say he is capable of meeting you for a discussion, Lord"

Ajuran sighed in relief.

"Very well. Tell the "Honour" that I will arrive on their ship in an hour, accompanied by our Honour Company. I look forward to meeting this Captain."

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The arrival on the "Honour" was more than Ajuran had expected. A row of veterans stood in formation to greet him inside the hangar, each of them bringing a salute to him as he passed by. His own Honour Company heartily answered their greetings as they followed their Commander towards the Astartes standing at the end of the row of veterans.

Apothecary Veren patiently waited until Ajuran made it to his position, analysing the party of Death Ravens as they approached him. Largely Codex-compliant, with some minor deviancies as was to be expected from any successor Chapter, the Death Ravens certainly looked trustworthy. They also seemed a bit less gloomy than their Founding Chapter, the vaunted Raven Guard.

"Strike Commander Ajuran, I presume", his voice boomed across the hangar, as both of them brought a salute to one another.

"And you must be Apothecary Veren", Ajuran happily replied, as he shook Veren's hand. "Tell me, how is Captain Julius holding up?"

"He does his best to resist getting any rest, but at least he agrees to stay in his quarters for the moment", Veren answered, as he motioned Ajuran through the door leading to the rest of the ship.

"Then we best not keep him waiting, lest he tries to escape them out of boredom", Ajuran joked, following Veren deeper into the ship.

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"Ah, Commander Ajuran", Captain Julius spoke, looking up from the stack of paperwork scattered around his desk. As he stood up to shake Ajuran's hand, a jolt of pain struck his body, nearly forcing him back into his seat. With a grimace, he shook Ajuran's hand.

"It seems like my wounds have not yet healed as well as I'd liked", he smiled softly, as he sat back in his chair.

"So I see", Ajuran replied, a concerned look on his face. "What was it that managed to wound you so severely, brother?"

Julius looked away, seemingly unwilling to answer the question directly. "There is something wrong with this planet. I cannot explain what it is, but from the moment my forces landed there, things have taken a turn for the worse."

"But that is not all. I have heard disturbing rumours about intrigue in the higher echelons of the Crusade. Intrigue that could ruin the cohesion of its forces", Julius continued, an ominous tone dominating in his voice.

"How deep does this intrigue go?", Ajuran asked carefully.

"That I do not know, brother. I know very little of the current situation, in fact. I don't even know who is involved in it and who isn't", Julius replied.

Ajuran was slightly taken aback by the statement. Julius noticed his fellow commander's change in expression, immediately feeling regret at his words.

"Do not take offence, brother. I do not suspect you or any of our brothers of falling for the petty mindgames that are being played in Crusade HQ. I merely wish to warn you of the situation, before any of us is manipulated into doing someone else's bidding", he spoke, trying to read Ajuran's expression but finding himself very tired all of a sudden.

"Have you anything to report?", he asked, as he took a sip from his glass hoping to clear his head somewhat.

"As a matter of fact, I do", Ajuran replied sternly. He did not know how to best approach this.

"Do you recall a chapter called the "New Order"?"

"Yes, they served alongside other Crusade forces on Gallor Prime, their presence was instrumental in various of the battles fought there- what of them?"

"They seem to have... disappeared, brother", Ajuran hesitantly spoke.

"Pardon?"

"As in, entirely. I cannot find a single report of their actions anywhere in the archives, nor any of their identification codes. They're gone, each and every one of them."

Now it was Julius' turn to be surprised.

"That's impossible. I'm sure it's just a technical problem at Crusade HQ, with all the forces going in and out of the sector, something has to slip through the cracks", he spoke, although the secretive chapter had left an odd impression on him that made him doubt that.

"Forgive me, brother, but we will have to continue this conversation later. Perhaps I should take more heed of Veren's advice", he smiled weakly, the wounds wearing him down more than he cared to admit.

Ajuran nodded. "I will return here tomorrow, brother. I hope a good rest will mend your wounds."

"So do I, brother. So do I."

Secure Channel, Vermillion Encryption
Guardian to Swordsman

Message received and understood. Praetoria have been alerted, and now carry electro-shock bolter rounds.

The situation needs you to get closer to Pavus. Much as I loathe what happened to our friend Julius, I need you to reinforce him in the reconnaissance of Kagrenz.
Deploy as little men as you can get away with, and leave the bulk of your men under brevet command of one of your subalterns. People do seem to underestimate the abilities of acting-captains.
Forgive Ivan his defeat. He will be eager to please us.

Take care, Swordsman.

Guardian out.
Encrypted message ceased.

Nicely done Ezra, your depiction of Julius does more justice to him than mine ever did.

Smudge, that is very ominous, I like it!

To guardian
Secure channel

We agree, heavy destroyer Olympian will be dispatched under Ivan. Ship has advanced comms and sensors. Will fit specialist equipment. Ivan will know only what he strictly requires to complete mission. He can be trusted to this level.

Specialist recon team will be assembled. Minimal assault element. High security

Ps, yes, we do underestimate them.

Swordsman out

Lilliana:
Lilliana observed the camp of the PDF of Nova Regulus. The strands of fate had brought her here, she was sure that the one who would inspire Gaius to hold the line could be found here. She was sure of it, she just needed to find who. It was a simple matter to shield herself from the eyes of the sentries on duty, and she began to wander through the camp, searching for the one who's presence was bright in her mind. After some time wandering Lilliana found her sharpening a sword. She was one of the file leaders under Gaius, and she was the one for Gaius. Lilliana could see it in the strands of fate, if she could alter events so that the two of them would meet, the safety of the planet would be assured. As Lilliana observed the young woman, she began to learn a few things about her. Her name was Maya. She was compassionate and cheerful, where Gaius was brooding and serious. The two of them would counter-balance each other perfectly. Now all she had to do was ensure that the two of them met and spent time with each other, and what better way then for there to be a camp emergency? Lilliana smiled and made her way towards Gaius' tent.

Indrael:
As Indrael staggered back towards his camp, he pondered how he had gotten himself into this situation. He had taken a small squad of Dire Avengers to launch another ambush on the mon'keigh in his ongoing effort to bait out the Magos of this world. That was where he had gone wrong he realized, he had underestimated the intelligence of the humans and when he had gotten to the ambush site they had been lying in wait for him. The first volley saw 3 of the Avengers with him cut down, and although the remaining 2 had fought with all the skill of their shrine they too were cut down. When it was just Indrael left the humans had charged, and although Indrael had cut down several, he had eventually been defeated when a lucky blow from one of their leaders had removed his arm from his body. After that they had retreated, assuming that Indrael was dead. He had woken not long after that and began the slow, painful walk back to his base. Hubris had lead to the Fall, and hubris had lead to the loss of yet more Eldar lives. As Indrael staggered back into the camp and was grabbed by the healers, he swore a solemn oath to not make such a mistake again. The humans would pay for their insolence.

Mission Directive: Investigate Tau capabilities and report back to Command
Deployment Location: Southern Grasslands of Julla via Valkyrie gunship
Time: 0:00:00

Hassassins live in the shadows. Hassassins are the shadows. They follow in your footsteps and are gone as soon as light is shed near them. No official record exists nor eye witness account can testify to the covert force of Astartes. Their mission was to spy on the Tau. The Tau made a research base on Julla, according to reports. The Hassassins saw it more as a fortress. Mobile gun lines and Drone AA guns spanned for miles. Pill boxes and relay bunkers weren't an uncommon site. It would take more than the Hassassins unnatural stealth to evade detection. It would take a psyker.

* * *

Pulse rounds whizzed off and pinged against the Valkyrie's hull. An occasional missile streaked by, narrowly striking the gunship. Stealth in the air was not something that could be done, but the Hassassins weren't trying to hide what they were flying. The Valkyrie was supposed to get shot down and recovered by the Xenos. Knowing your enemy was half the battle and the Hassassins wanted to be sure they would lose that half. A lucky pulse round drove through the left turbine and sent the Valkyrie into a steep nose dive before slamming hard into a bunker. Seconds before, the Hassassins bailed out and used the smoke trail as cover, coming to a stop by properly timed grav chutes. A few Earth Caste engineers were crawling from the smoldering bunker. A few bolts ended their misery.

"Shadows are dancing" the Hassassin Prime voxed quickly and knelt down. Reinforcements would show up in less than two minutes to investigate. The Hassassins would highjack a devilfish and use that to suit their needs.

* * *

Commandeering a vehicle had been easier than the Prime had originally thought. The Naive Xenos were not sent on full alert by a Valkyrie in their airspace. They would pay dearly for that. The Prime stopped the Devilfish outside of a bunker. Two Fire warriors came to greet them. The rear hatch dropped and they had no time to react before both were tackled by Hassassins and stabbed repeatedly with wrist blades. The Prime strolled past the butcher scene and walked up to the now unguarded door. He knocked as Tau-like as he could.

Surely they wouldn't be so stupid as to-

A short engineer answered the door and gawked for a second before getting his chest kicked in. Another engineer watching the spectacle tried to raise the alarm. The Prime drew his sidearm and shot him twice. He moved quickly and through the body off of the control console. He glanced over to the corner of the room where he spied another engineer cowering... No... She was fiddling with something. The Prime dodged a pulse shot and rolled towards her. She fired several more time before a large hand wrapped itself around her neck. She kicked vainly until she passed out from a lack of oxygen. The Prime looked back at the control console before looking to the unconscious Tau.

"Watcher, I need your light" he voxed, looking back to the door. Another Hassassin came in, sheathing his bloody wrist blades. His eyes were burning a bright amber.

"The Shadowman needs light? Ironic" the Watcher joked before taking the Tau from the Shadowman. He wrapped a hand around the Tau's blue head and his eyes burned brighter. The Tau cried out weakly and spasmed before the Watcher's eyes faded darker. The Watcher dropped the Tau and addressed the Shadowman.

"I have the light, Shadowman. We must return the Abyss."

The Meeting:

Lilliana stopped briefly when she arrived before Gaius' tent and composed herself. If she could pull this off then the world would be saved, and by extension, the Craftworld. After composing herself, she made a small noise outside his tent and then stepped back a bit. After a few seconds Gaius came to the mouth of his tent and looked around for the source of the noise. Lilliana flitted by in the corner of his vision, prompting him to turn around to search for the source of the movement. She appeared again a little further away, prompting Gaius to begin to chase after her to figure out what was going on. This pattern continued for a while, with Lilliana staying just out of his reach and barely on the edge of his vision, until they got to the point where they ran across where Maya, who was still busily sharpening swords. Her mission completed Lilliana faded into the background to let fate do it's work. Maya only had a split second to observe the Eldar Farseer that had suddenly ran into her area of the camp before Gaius came bursting into the room. Overcoming her initial surprise Maya questioned Gaius as to why he had come. As the two began to talk Lilliana permitted herself another small smile, they were already falling for each other, she could tell in how they were reacting to each other. Both of them had become seemingly tongue tied. Her work was done, Lilliana turned on her heel and began to walk back toward the rendezvous point.

 jhe90 wrote:

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Yeah, should of said, there all hardened veterans in the catchan contingent. Good job its not iron tooth lol, he,s a 20 year guard officer.....

20 years in catchans no less. In a Jungle, you attacked catchan veterans in as jungle...... Eldar.....

he Catchan Valkyrie's picked up the patrol along with a Templers Thunderhawk providing a ecort from a nearby clearing, the bodies had already been bagged and sealed for transport. 5 Eldar warriors, weapons and gear. the last one had got away though not before the LT had taken his arm with the sword like combat knife at his side, that too was bagged, "Hey, pass the pliers, in my bag" "sure, LT you might want to forget to look" as a Catchan pulled free a Eldar tooth, and then began working with tools to add it to a necklace of teeth, from the sinister human teeth to savage ork tusks. "if the Inquisition catches you, that necklace of yours." "don't worry, no one gives feth about the guard! "

The flight back was boring, boring flights where good,

"Dock, 5 minutes lads" the crew up front sent over the intercom. "show time, land us at the reserved pat captain, there expecting" The Lt took charge, time to transfer the bodies, minus a few teeth taken as trophies of the kill. no one cared about a few teeth, "Sgt, Don't forget the arm, got no other use for the damn thing, and cover that damn necklace of yours, you look like a fething savage" "aye sir, thanks for the complement" Laughing the Veteran hid the necklace beneath a flak jacket, in other regiments that might of got him shot, not this flight,

***

"report Marshall, one of the patrols killed 5 Eldar warriors on the planet. Bodies transferring to base. add this to the report from the brother. Eldar are on the planet,m solid proof. " "very good Tangir, very good. i thought those damn space elves where hiding and i was right, prepare for Iron Hammer, the data from the archives identified a site that could be it, make your preparations. "

Indrael stood on the hill and watched as his kin made their preparations to move. After the failed ambush in the forest they could not risk remaining in this location, it was very possible that the humans now knew their location. No, it was safer to use the Webway to move their base of operations to another part of the planet. The first of the warriors and vehicles slipped into the Webway portaland were gone, already on the other side of the planet, making preparations for the war to come. The Eldar could not engage the mon'keigh at this time. They needed to remove the Magos before they dared to do anything else. As the last of his warriors prepared to go through the portal they turned around and waved Indrael through, even though he had brought about the deaths of their kin, they still followed and respected him. It mystified Indrael, but he still found himself moving forward, and through the Webway gate. The guilt would have to wait till he had returned to the Craftworld.

Nox, Gadnuk, and the Doof exited the cave. Nox questioned “now what?’ the Doof spoke “Now we start bringing da clans all together. And I fink I know da perfect ladz to start with.” Gadnuk questioned “Who might these gitz be.” “Dere are these bunch of Snake Bites and Deff Skulls that ride dem fat lunmower fings. Call dem selves Da Pig Ridas.” Nox questioned “Why would I want dem in me WAAAGH?” The Doof scoffed “You’ve not seen Ludmower artillery, right now da boyz got them kitted with some dung lobbas, but you cold set them up to pack a mean zoggin punch.” Nox smiled “Right den what are we waiting for, mount up.” Gadnuk spoke “Doof, yer riding wif me and da boyz in da trukk.” The shaman grinned and slung his guitar from his back to his chest.

The furious convoy rode with the psychic blessing of the weird boy’z guitar. They felt immortal, as the fast and heavy music pumped through their veins. It was almost an hour of riding before they reached the last known location of the nomadic Pig Ridas. Gadnuk almost immediately picked up the trail of the Lunmowers, the beasts left massive hoof prints. After twenty minutes of tracking, they finally reached the outskirts of the ork camp. A small mob of boys came to greet the intruders “What brings you gitz ere!” The Doof spoke “Who iz your boss”.

A ork who could only be classified as a war boss parted the mob and spoke “I am, and I don’t like unwelcome gitz.” The Doof called out “You stand before da great and mighty Big Mek Nox da Warp Rida and his WAAAAGH, bow down and serve if you know what’s good fer ya.” The War boss looked to the crowd searching for the one they call Nox. Finally, he saw the ork and laughed “You mean dat welp over dere on dat shiny red set of wheelz. Git could barely lift a slugga.” The Doof shrugged “Welp diplomacy failed, get em boss.” Nox was shocked “What, why me dat git iz massive.” The Shaman squeezed his temples “Cuz yer da boss it has to be you.” The enemy war boss laughed “Yer champion is afraid, go home now and I’ll forget you losers ever came here.” Gadnuk called out “If you’re a proper ork you’ll face our boss in a joust.” The feral warboss smiled “Deal on one condition, no shooting dats not how a proper ork winz.” Gadnuk shouted “Deal.” The war boss smiled “Go get Squigzee, looks like we got ourselves a joust.”

The two orks took their positions in the empty field, they were roughly a hundred feet from each other. Nox mounted his beloved DoomBlitza while his opponent rode a massive red horned squig, with servo-legs. In his hand was the Bad Cutta, his prize from the dead Biff the Raider. An ork from the Big Rida clan shouted “Let Da Joust begin!” The squiggly beast started to charge, as Nox reved his engine.

Nox had revved the DoomBlitza to full speed and had his glaive pointing at the war boss. They were only ten feet away when Nox felt compelled to change his target. Instead of aiming for the ork, he targeted the squig’s mechanical legs. His foe struck first, but missed. Nox severed the beasts leg mid stride causing it to topple forward sending its rider out of its saddle. Without thinking The DoomBlitza turned around towards the downed boss. The brute was attempting to get back up to his knees, but the wheels of the doom blitza ran him down, severing him into two green gore chunks.

Nox looked around to the Pig Ridas, they were in shock. One took a knee and swore his allegiance to the new boss. Soon every one of the orks did the same. Any doubt Nox had was gone as he could now feel his own greatness.

Every day Nox moved from clan to clan repeating this process of killing the biggest meanest ork who dared to call himself boss. And with each kill Nox grew, he grew bigger then every ork under his command, even larger than his mentors Gadnuk and Da Doof. Eventually his WAAAGH grew so mighty and his legend so infamous that the previously un-unified orks of Wuldgrund began to flock to the banner of the legendary Warp Rider. He was now a planetary force to be reckoned with.

Nox took to the crude wooden stage where the bulk of his force was stationed, at his side his two most trusted advisors Gadnuk and Da Doof. Nox looked to the mighty green horde gathered before him and spoke, “The time haz come ladz, fer too long dirty zoggin knife eared pansies have occupied my world. Wuldgrund iz for da orks, not fer humiez, not fer tau, and especially not for knife eared berry pickers. We are going to stomp these dirty little runtz back to where ever it iz dey came from and when da last of doze gitz are food fer da maggots, we are going up dere to show the rest of doze stupid aliens what it means to be an Ork!” The ork pointed upward and shouted “Are you ladz ready to kill!” the horde all shouted a powerfull “WAAAGH!” Gadnuk grinned this was the start of something truly great, “Ere we go.”

Julius strode down the ramp of the Thunderhawk and paused to remove his helmet. He was back on Kagrenz, the planet that had nearly killed him alongside 10 of his brothers. He would not fail again he vowed, clenching a fist at his side. As he did so he realized how right it felt to be back in his armor. The suit he wore was a relic of the Great Crusade, one of his chapter's few remaining MKIV suits that was fully intact. It was a relic of a more glorious time, and the fact that it hadn't been damaged by whatever nearly killed him was a miracle. He turned over the helmet in his hands and looked at the crest that denoted his rank, and his responsibility. He swore a silent oath to not fail his brothers again. Then Julius donned his helmet once more and strode toward the vehicle pool that had already been set up by his brothers, he had had enough of laying around, it was time to wage war.

The Rhino ground to a halt back in the staging area, and Julius began striding down the ramp before it had even fully deployed. The initial sorties had gone off without a hitch, which both thrilled and disturbed Julius at the same time. He was relieved that no more of his brothers had fallen, but at the same time he was itching for payback against the planet that had brought so much grief to his company. He strode towards the command tent that had been set up by Governor Pavus to make his report. He still didn't trust the man, but he had to admit that he, or someone in his employ, certainly knew how to set up an effective base. The staging area was already a fortress, with minefields and heavy weapons nests set up around the perimeter, and even as he strode towards the tent a wall was being built up around the area. Julius reminded himself that he needed to tread lightly around the man. He was still an Imperial-sanctioned governor, and rumors followed him like flies to grox patties. There was more than one story circling about how the governor dispatched those who questioned him, and his body guard, known only as "The Hound" was rarely more than a few feet away. Julius shook away these dark thoughts and strode into the command tent to deliver his report.

The forward operating base the Faustians had established was fully stocked, mostly with mushrooms curtesy of the Templars. In the officers’ mess hall various company commanders gathered to eat. The Knights sat at separate tables from the common company leaders. Captain Tom Reiner sat at a cafeteria table, next to him was Captain Kassian Bogger of the 152nd Gatlock Riflemen “The Second Sons” and newly appointed Captain Gaspard Vorvan of 8th Faustian Fusiliers “The Mud Dogs.”

Bogger prodded his mushroom pot pie “You know I used to really like mushrooms before we joined this crusade, now I swear if I eat another it would be too soon.” Reiner ate a large baked mushroom on a stick and laughed “I’d learn to like them again we won’t be running out any time soon.” Reiner poured more of the pungent red sauce on his mushroom and took another bite. Bogger looked at the bottle “You put that on everything, what is it.” Tom smiled and handed the bottle to captain “Bazco, put enough of it on anything and it goes from gak to gourmet.” Bogger shrugged and poured some of the liquid into the next bite of his pie. Immediately as the burn hit him he regretted it “argh, how in thrones name do you eat that.” Tom spoke “Oh don’t be a baby. This isn’t nothing watch.” Reiner uncapped the bottle and drank, he slammed the bottle back to the table and blurted “Damn best way to put fire in your gut.” Captain Vorvan laughed “That fire is going to be coming out your ass in a few hours.” Tom handed the novice captain the bottle and spoke “Bet you can’t stomach it marsh boy.” Vorvan took a swig of the bottle and swallowed “Feth, that was stupid.” Tom laughed as Bogger asked “what’s wrong with you Faustians.”

At that moment two men entered the hall from opposite sides Captain Sandor Braddock, and Knight Lord Tennyson. The room went silent except Vorvan’s uncontrollable coughing. The rivals locked eyes and turned to their respective tables where their officers sat. The room went back to business as usual Tom spoke disappointedly “Aww, and here I thought we’d get a show.”

Then the sirens wailed and everyone ran to defensive positions. Reports of activity towards the western perimeter came and Tom rounded up some men to help investigate. The party rode in a jeep like contraption, the first thing they could find. They finally reached the signs of activity and disembarked from the jeep and took defensive positions. Captain Vorvan spotted their query and spoke into the com bead “Stand down, false alarm. A wild Grox just tripped the perimeter scanners.” Bogger fired a half charge las shot at the beast and killed it, “It’ll beat mushrooms by a mile.” Tom laughed “bet he’ll go great with some bazco.”

The Men were on edge this was the 8th false alarm this week, whatever could cut down space marines should be feared. Still whatever stalks these mists seems uninterested in the Faustians, at least for now.

Lilliana groaned in pain. How had it all gone so wrong? After Gaius and Maya had met each other Lilliana had begun making her way back to the rendezvous point to meet up with her senior lieutenant Warlock Lorel. Unfortunately as the two began to make their way to the Webway portal they were spotted by one of the local Warbosses, how this had happened Lilliana did not know, as the area had been scouted thoroughly before hand. She supposed it didn't matter now, but the Warboss had been upon them in an instant, cutting down Lorel before she could even turn around to engage him, and the second swing by the brute had shattered the bones in Lilliana's left arm, the blow only barely being warded aside by her runic armor. She had managed to fight through the shock of that strike to blow the beast's head off with a lucky shot from her fusion pistol, and after that she had staggered back to the Webway portal and returned to her kin. So much death and suffering had occurred for the Eldar in such a short time period, Lilliana just hoped that it was all worth it.

Julius strode off the ramp of the Rhino. Another uneventful patrol, they had spotted nothing and had returned back to base after driving their route. The Guard weren't having any luck either, all of their patrols had thus far come up empty. Julius didn't know what to think about that. The planet had brought death to his company like lightning, and then everything went still again. There had to be something on this planet, some foe to fight, but where? Ever since he had been wounded Julius felt a burning desire inside himself to redeem himself, he had fallen to a foe that he hadn't seen, that apparently was invisible. He could not allow that stain on his honour, but so far the foe had proven reluctant to engage them again. "Maybe they're running scared" he chuckled to himself as he strode towards the command tent to deliver his report. "Or maybe they're just waiting for the right moment to strike" he muttered darkly as he ducked into the command tent.

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

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It might be uninteresting because you post a lot and only one paragraph... I would suggest expanding more context wise

 War Kitten wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

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It might be uninteresting because you post a lot and only one paragraph... I would suggest expanding more context wise

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Actually, it's because I rolled a failure for my mission and found nothing. I probably do post too much though.... trying to make up for being so bad with posting for my Guard pre-Gailor Prime. I just want to keep the thread going, people haven't been posting as much lately. I'll try to slow it down and make my posts more worthwhile, I'll try my best.

 2BlackJack1 wrote:

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I keep putting off writing up a failure on a mission I did. Mostly because, well, it's another failure. Sadly, Archarus has had more than I'd have hoped. At least they're not as bad as losing a chunk of my fleet or anything. I should get on this and write up another bit, so I apologize for my absence.