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 Ezra Tyrius wrote:

Spoiler:

I'm not even rolling for missions yet, I've got some other stuff to do first

I apologize for not writing much lately, I've been having trouble keeping up with the thread as real life keeps hogging all my time...

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

 Ezra Tyrius wrote:

Spoiler:

I'm not even rolling for missions yet, I've got some other stuff to do first

I apologize for not writing much lately, I've been having trouble keeping up with the thread as real life keeps hogging all my time...

Spoiler:

You should get working....

"Ivan, Vargos, come, i trust you have already been informed of the importance and secrecy of this mission" "so your Swordsman, now it makes sense, yes i have been informed" As Chaplain Vargos stood, "there is but one chair Ivan, you are still recovering, i suggest you use it" "The mission is two fold, one aspect is our public goal, you are to assist the scouting and find out the source of the fog on the planet. However this, do not deploy when you do not have to. do not waste lives or take risks you need not.. we loathe to do this, but we must for our real goal. The Olympian is fitted out with advanced comms, sensors and encryption and counter technology. Your aim is to find out what Pavus is up to, do nothing to alert suspicion, secrecy is of prime importance.

Ivan shuffled uncomfortably, .his leg was not fully healed but could walk. "agh, deception, secrecy, lies, we enter dirty games Swordsman. I am but not fully healed, i admit on the ground il be a liability, vargos is ground leader i assume" Swordsman lent back slightly. carefully weighing his words "yes, Chaplain Vargos leads on the ground, try to avoid it though, one last thing, Do not trust Pavus, and watch for the Hound, he is the dark worker in this play, watch your backs, and your security. your Code name will be Broken Sword, Only i know the codes for Guardian, your messages will go via me. "Broken Sword is very fitting," Ivan joked slightly, "for i am broken, i broke a sword, though that sword was alot more valuable. i do this to regain my honour, i must commit dishonour" "aye lad, you do this for your Chapter, for the very unity of the crusade, There is Honour in what we do" Vargos replied, his tone weighed with age and experience as well as his office.

Aboard the heavy Destroyer Olympain many crates and items where loaded, Hellfire, Acidic, and shock rounds, Kraken bolts and advanced augurs and portable sensors. at the airlock, several squads of Catchan trackers where boarding, when the leave the remains of Ivans Demi Company who could fight, various scouts, specialists and where drafted in, and lastly Chaplain Vargos arrived, but of all the men and women involved, only two knew the ships true mission, and they knew little of why they where doing this, Swordsman had been sparse with his information.

Following the Destroyer would be a small number of cargo ships delivering Mushrooms, an estimated 2.5 million units where being sent to help feed the Fausteens, with its arrival the force should be able to operate without need of ration resupply for a fair period of time, along with a large shipment of Bazco and concentrated caffine ration picked up on route to lower the chances of a mutiny.


*****
Comm line Magenta
Security locked.

TO GUARDIAN

Broken Sword is on route.
Extra rations have been found, Mushrooms, to help keep him out on front lines for a while. Karak was most helpful in there supply. 7.5 million units total dispatched.

Swordsman out.

Comm line closed.

*****

"Finally Spanerous, the armour has passed your checks" The techmarine entered, more machine than flesh, his voice was machine like, one arm now ended in a large multi tool array that whirred as he walked. "yes Marshall, it did pass, the shields work to 98% efficiency speed is slower,though, yet its protective value is very high." a burst of static filled the air and a servitor trundled in carrying the armour, gene bulked and heavily modified. ."repainted but for its left knee, and right shoulder, to honour its machine spirit, it can be painted, but some of its colour must remain. it was quite insistent." The Marshall stood and walked round, "yes, this is most valued, rare, potent. Have it placed in my Armoury, your work is excellent. How goes the Honour blades i requested made?" "Well Lord Marshall, the first blades are being honed , they will be ready in a month or two, that work takes time" Another Burst of static and the servitor turned and began to walk out, guided by the instructions it carried the frame down the armory.

Meanwhile on the bridge, "Brother Tangir, reports of activity at one of the ruins suspected to be Eldar. movement, heat. " "Confirm it, send a team, its probably humans hunting for items to sell. if so, remove them, If Eldar, withdraw, we leave them not knowing of what we know. until the right time" "aye sir, deploying a team now"


****

TO Captain Julius of Battle Barge Honour

From Acting Marshall Ivan of Heavy Destroyer Olympian

I have been dispacted by the Lord Marshall to support your efforts in the finding and securing the fog planet. My force is low on assault but focused on recon and tracking equipment, we will provide help in help in finding whatever did this to you.

we will attend you at earliest convenience.
If i am Unavailable then contact the venerable Chaplain Vargos, the joint leader in this enterprise.

Acting Marshall Ivan out

*****

Mist seeped over the soiled banks in the woods of Kagrenz. Exposed roots clawed out of the dead soil like talons, cold and iron-hard in the wet air. Shadows flitted from branch to branch of these dead trees, their silhouettes projected through the milky fog. This fog had killed the trees. They drowned in the fluid-rich air, cells bursting and dying as the tree fought to stay alive. Others had simply been shadowed by the thick carpet that blotted out most of the sunlight.
Deeper in Kagrenz' valleys, new formed rivers of condensed fog and rotting plant slurry oozed across the landscape. Noxious green fumes rose from these pits. Half-liquefied trunks and skeletons bobbed on the surface. The other trees near these death mires were stripped completely white by the gases. Some trees had ceased to even look like that which bore it's name. Rancid, bulbous growths writhed up the trunks, bloating their towering corpses and raising them to the sky. These were the only things that peaked out from the thick carpet of fog and mist, these sick, horrid tumours. Kagrenz was pale as milk under both the vain sunlight and the fleeting starlight.

And something inexplicably stirs in the moonlight.

Its talons are hard and sharp as the roots in which it slinks through. Its alabaster white skin seems as incorporeal in the thick fog, as does the shadow it casts. This creature knows this land, shaped and moulded by it, as if it were a mother. It is not alone. Its cohort follow beside, sensing the Sky-creatures in it's domain.

--The Deep is not theirs, the Deep belongs to us. We hunt in the Deep for the Sky-creatures to come.--

With lithe, inhuman limbs, they glide over the toxic rivers, never once breaking stride or pace. Their ethereal feet do not disturb the rotting leaves carpeting their home, nor do they cease their race.
A creature glances the hunters from it's hole in a tree. Then gone. They are a blur, a non-existence. Gone into the night. The creature returned to feeding on the tree's corpse.

--The Deep is not safe for them. The Deep is ours. As the Deep shields us from the Sky, we shield the Deep from the Sky-creatures.--

Two guardsmen stand guard over the forest road. It is the first of it's kind to be built into the surface of Kagrenz. Their fingers are cold, but so very weak. Limp on the cold metal of their triggers. Plumes of icy breath billow from their flared nostrils. The fog seems to be cloying, thickening. Their thick boots are gone, hidden in the blanket of fog. They tense up, unsure of what to do.
Their eyes betray confusion. Panic follows as the fog begins to birth shapes.
Claws, talons, teeth. All as milky white as the fog they leap out of. The guardsmen open their mouths to scream, and rapidly cooling water fills their lungs. As their lungs are saturated with water, their blood saturates the ground.

The mists breeze over, leaving two corpses right outside the camp entrance. Pinky liquid seeps out of their screaming mouths.

And in the white smoke, eyes watch with cold duty and flushed success.

--The Sky drowns in the Deep. The Deep is ours, and we are the Deep. We are the Deep.--

 jhe90 wrote:

Spoiler:

What have my team got themselves in for.
*following guardians orderas to letter *(was anyway but now! )


OK next chunk when I get round
Investigate the ruin
Ivan meets pavus

Both already numbered by the fate master

And whatever I think of that does not involve mushrooms....

 War Kitten wrote:

 jhe90 wrote:

Spoiler:

What have my team got themselves in for.
*following guardians orderas to letter *(was anyway but now! )


OK next chunk when I get round
Investigate the ruin
Ivan meets pavus

Both already numbered by the fate master

And whatever I think of that does not involve mushrooms....

Spoiler:

Be sure to drag Julius with you, he needs something to do and I've been posting too much so I'm taking a few-day break before I roll for more numbers. I knew something bad was happening on Kagrenz, damn it Smudge. Now I want to find those guys even more now for some payback

Bloody Mess

Captain Gaspard Vorvan looked at the pair of mangled corpses. Captain Reiner shook his bearded head “That’s fething brutal, poor sods.” Vorvan reluctantly examined the corpses more in depth, looking for any sort of identification, then he saw it the badge on the severed left arm, “Mud Dogs”. Vorvan spoke with a sigh “Yeah, they’re mine, privates Teller and Kane.” Captain Reiner shrugged “Whatever this thing is, it has finally decided to reopen its hunt.” Vorvan removed the munitorum tags from the two corpses and spoke “It left too much meat here for this to be exclusively for feeding.” Reiner shrugged “Nothing attacks space marines for food, this thing has other motives, perhaps sport.”

At that moment a retinue of first company honor guard came to the scene of the murder. The Retinue parted and Lord Governor Hannibal Pavus approached. Reiner and Vorvan gave the usual Faustian salute a fist pounded over the heart. Pavus wore his suit of power armor, more for the purpose of style and banishing the cold then deflecting bullets. He had a fragrant cigar in his mouth and examined the two, he looked over to Gaspard and spoke “You look oddly familiar but I don’t believe we’ve met.” “My name is Gaspard Vorvan first rank captain of the 9th fusiliers. Perhaps sir you recognized me from the battle of Toresk Gulch back on Trisburge me and some men were the demolitions team to blow the gate. Or more likely you remember me from when Sandor Braddock bested me at the tourney.” Hannibal snapped his fingers and pointed at the man “That’s it, I rember now you came out without a helmet, that was very brave of you.” Vorvan smiled unable to resist the governor’s charisma “No sir my squire forgot the helmet.” Hannibal laughed and spoke “Well if you are to be the man who fills the shoes of our late Commissar Gavor I hope you many more impressive feats.” Hannibal looked down to the two mangled corpses “Poor fething bastards, what have you learned about the beast?” Reiner shrugged “Nothing sir, same as the ultramarines reported. I assigned the best trackers our companies have to look for some trail or any evidence, but we’ve come up with nothing.” Pavus spoke “I can assure you two we will find the beast that has done this, and I will personally permit you the kill Captain Vorvan” Vovan bowed and spoke “You honor me my lord.” Hannibal nodded and spoke more to himself and his honor guard then the two Captains “Well then if you gentlemen will excuse me I have a meeting with a Templar I must attend.”

Captain Kassani and his infiltration squad congregated in the life boat pod bay. They had extended the coverage of their blackout zones to this region of the ship, an important task as this was a restricted area. Quintus worked at a console and spoke “Ejecting pod now.” Solmon spoke bluntly “Won’t they be able to tell that one of their pods is missing.” Without looking to the man Quintus responded “Hopefully not, the dummy feed back system should read all clear, and I altered the pod not to admit its emergency beacon, so it should look like a piece of space junk. However, if for what ever reason someone should get a physical look at it would be fairly easy to figure out something’s up, hopefully we’ll be gone before the pod floats by a window or camera or something.” The console beeped and Quintus spoke “Stealth docking action completed.”

A minute later the bulkhead door that isolated what should be life pod from the main ship opened and from it came the three mercenaries they awaited. The missmatched camouflaged ork spoke “Bout time you gitz get that door open, you know how cramped it is in dat little kan.” An Eldar spoke “Easy Lurch, I’m sure our friends opened the door as soon as they could.” The ork growled “Fer da last time Kattalex, use me full name or don’t address at all I’m Lurch LegRippa.” Nihilus shook his head and spoke “If the two of you are done we have work to do, Kassani Status report.”

The old Cadian spoke “The General is surrounded by Space Marine guards 24/7 so we only take the shot if it’s a guaranteed kill shot, no second chances on this. The General is scheduled to speak at some sort of wake today, this is likely our best chance as the guards should be somewhat distracted. There’s a vent that would give you a perfect clear shot of the general, we created a dead sensor zone in the vents between here and the chapel.” Nihilus smiled “Easy money.”

Lord General Kruger Zonand stood at the podium looking at the pews on Ultramarines. “Sons of Guilliman it is with heavy heart I stand before you, today we put to rest your brother Captain Hadris Aurelius. A true paragon of Ultramar, and among the finest champions of Macragge. And though he is gone from our realm, he has found peace and glory at the Emperor’s side. Yeah we mourn his loss truly there will never be another like him. And now friends I ask for a moment of silence so we may reflect on who Aurelius was to us.”

Kattalex looked through the scope of the shuriken catapult. He and Nihilus sat in the ventilation shaft that looked into the chapel ready to make the kill. He had the bowing general in his sights, his crosshairs perfectly aliened to the general’s heart. Nihilus nodded for the Eldar to take the shot. Kattalex had his finger on the trigger when Nihilus eyes widened, he reached for the Eldar’s guns and whispered “Wait stop.” “What’s wrong?” The kroot whispered “Around his neck, look.” Kattalex looked through the scope and saw it clear “Damn he’s wearing a rosarius.”

Nihilius spoke into his comm bead quickly spoke “King still kicking, delay plan Bravo” Lurch’s voice boomed in the kroot’s ear “What, I just got all the charges set!” Nihilius snarled in a whisper “I swear Lurch if you go off script I’ll feed you your own eyes.” The ork replied “Fine whatever, yer da boss.”
Captain Kassani listened to the order and spoke to his men “Aww feth delay plan Bravo, quick get back to your posts, anyone asks where you were tell them you had stomach issues or something.” The squad ran back to their post hoping nobody would notice their absence.

Kruger finally lifted his head from his silence “Thank you, I believe Sargent Nero had some words to say.”

Nihilius grinned the general had lucked out, but his life was still forfeit only now things would have to be done the hard way. Which was good Nihilius detested all things that were easy. Now things would be done the dirty way, the way Nihilius liked it.

 Ezra Tyrius wrote:

Spoiler:

Current personal status: fethed worse than Gallor Prime.

Yeah, real life's hitting hard these days, hope it's not going to last too long...

 jhe90 wrote:

 Ezra Tyrius wrote:

Spoiler:

Current personal status: fethed worse than Gallor Prime.

Yeah, real life's hitting hard these days, hope it's not going to last too long...

Spoiler:

and we fethed that planet up to well, it still has a battle cruiser embedded into it.

best of luck getting things to rights.

 Ezra Tyrius wrote:

Spoiler:

The Remnants are still in the game, Tactical_Spam nicked something out of their storage room (probably the sample of Aurelius' blood, as he himself was not on their ship as the New Order had thought) and they're hell-bent on retrieving it! So you can definitely expect the Sorcerer to come around to mess with people's heads again

They're just laying low for the moment, once I get real life under control I'll write something on them looking for a safe place to plan their next moves from

 War Kitten wrote:

 Ezra Tyrius wrote:

Spoiler:

The Remnants are still in the game, Tactical_Spam nicked something out of their storage room (probably the sample of Aurelius' blood, as he himself was not on their ship as the New Order had thought) and they're hell-bent on retrieving it! So you can definitely expect the Sorcerer to come around to mess with people's heads again

They're just laying low for the moment, once I get real life under control I'll write something on them looking for a safe place to plan their next moves from

Spoiler:

Now that Aurelius is dead is he going to come after Julius? Your Sorcerer seems to have a thing for us Ultras

 Ezra Tyrius wrote:

 War Kitten wrote:

 Ezra Tyrius wrote:

Spoiler:

The Remnants are still in the game, Tactical_Spam nicked something out of their storage room (probably the sample of Aurelius' blood, as he himself was not on their ship as the New Order had thought) and they're hell-bent on retrieving it! So you can definitely expect the Sorcerer to come around to mess with people's heads again

They're just laying low for the moment, once I get real life under control I'll write something on them looking for a safe place to plan their next moves from

Spoiler:

Now that Aurelius is dead is he going to come after Julius? Your Sorcerer seems to have a thing for us Ultras

Spoiler:

Don't tempt me Although the Sorcerer *could* always use some more of those delicious genetic samples *evil laughter*

The Scout Squad moved silently through the undergrowth. Captain Julius had assigned them to look for signs of the mysterious presence on this planet, and look for it they would. The entire company desired revenge on the creatures that had massacred 10 of their brothers and who had nearly killed their beloved captain. Sergeant Voth was in the lead, scanning the trees ahead for signs of life, his stalker boltgun at the ready. The squad was just about to finish up their patrol and head back to base when Voth suddenly stopped and held his hand up, indicating for his squad to freeze as he dropped down into a squat and seemed to examine the ground. After a second he waved Neophyte Feran forward and asked him "What do these look like to you my boy?" Feran examined the ground that his Sergeant had been examining previously. There was a disturbance there, almost as if something had put it's foot there and pushed the earth away. After a moment he replied "It looks like a track brother-sergeant, but it looks odd, almost as if the creature that placed it wasn't truly there.." "Exactly" Voth replied, pleased with the young neophyte's skill. "There is something to this planet, to the creatures on it, that defies all that we know." He paused for a second, "Let us follow the tracks and see what we can find, if we can find the ones who made these marks, we can find the ones who killed our brothers." With that he waved the Scouts forward once more, this time to follow the tracks they had found in the mud.

After some time of walking the Scouts came across a clearing that was just off the main track, as they looked around they noticed a cave built into the side of the hill. Voth waved Neophyte Feran over to investigate the den as the rest of the squad moved to secure the rest of the clearing. Just as they had finished their task the call came from the cave "Brothers, you'll want to see this." The squad jogged over to the cave to see what the neophyte was talking about. At first they saw nothing, just some rocks and debris. But as they looked closer they realized that the "debris" was actually skeletal remains. "I think we might have found our killer's hideout brother-sergeant" Feran muttered as he examined one of the skeletons. Upon further examination he came to a startling conclusion, this skeleton showed massive bone breaks in both it's rib cage and neck, and as he looked around he realized that all the skeletons shared these same injuries. "What could this mean?" he asked Sergeant Voth as the Scouts trooped out of the cave. "I'm not sure" Voth replied, "but Captain Julius needs to know of this, this is the first sign of life on this planet that we've had in days!" Feran nodded solemnly as Voth activated his com bead and placed a call to Julius.

Julius listened to the report from Sergeant Voth. A den had been found just off the main track that the patrols took on their daily route. Inside the den several corpses and scraps of flesh had been found, but what was interesting was the fact that all the corpses seemingly shared the exact same injury. All of them had suffered bad breaks in both their rib cages and necks. It wasn't much to go on, but it was certainly something. Julius ordered the scouts to place micro cameras throughout the area to see if they could get the inhabitants of the cave to return. If they could then it was possible that they could finally avenge their fallen brothers. Julius allowed himself a smile, things were beginning to look up. He strode toward the command tent to inform Pavus of the new development.

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

Spoiler:

"You are going to want to see this" cliche -ding!-

 War Kitten wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

Spoiler:

"You are going to want to see this" cliche -ding!-

Spoiler:

I never did say I was all that clever TS. If you want expert writing go talk to Chazz, Ezra, or Smudge. You get the crappy stuff from me so their stuff seems miles better in comparison

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

 War Kitten wrote:

 Tactical_Spam wrote:

Spoiler:

"You are going to want to see this" cliche -ding!-

Spoiler:

I never did say I was all that clever TS. If you want expert writing go talk to Chazz, Ezra, or Smudge. You get the crappy stuff from me so their stuff seems miles better in comparison

Spoiler:

I should have added a to the end of that. I was referencing a Youtube channel

Many void ships hung in orbit, massive warships and countless cargo ships bearing the Fausteen heraldry and colours clustered around the planet, below the blurred and strange surface was visible as well as a prick of light, the smallest light marking the main human space port on the planet. "this planet gives me a odd feeling from orbit" "Aye Ivan, this planet troubles me, almost as much as Pavus, such a man seeks a troubled planet" Cutting short, "vox message sir, The Governor sends his invitation" Acting Marshall Ivan stood up uncomfortably "then we go, Vargos, First unto the breach" The Thunderhawk left the Olympians hanger bay, dwarfed by the battle cruiser that was the flagship. Only Ivan, Vargos where on board, much of the crew where preparing for the upcoming combat operations.

As the thunderhawks glided into one of the ships hanger bays, walls painted brightly in the Fausteen colors, dozens of ornately clad guardsmen in silver Armour and finely wrought weapons where stood in neat ranks. at the center a golden clad officer stood with a power sword in salute. "looks like as expected, show time Ivan" Placing a gauntlet on the marines shoulder plate for a second. "no fear, no remorse" "aye, abhor the witch and the heretic" Ivan replied as they walked down the ramp to the Officer. "My Lords Chaplain Vargos, Acting Marshall Ivan. Follow me, Governor Pavus is waiting. The walk was fairly short, noting every detail, guards, turns, routes and timings should they be needed.

The audience chamber of the Governor was gaudy as expected, finely decorated but over the top, grand and expensive items just sat there to show wealth, tables covered in wines, spirits and luxurious foods that cost more than a citizen earned in a lifetime, the Governor himself sat in a chair. next to him the figure known as the Hound, badly scarred, and brutal seemingly glaring at a fausteen knight in Obsidian black Armour. to his left was a adjunct bearing wine and taking a pile of notes and documents away, "Greetings Templers, your timing is most useful, Chaplain Vargos and Acting Marshall Ivan i presume. "I am Chaplain Vargos of the Black Templers yes, First Sword of the Fleet, WInner of the Feast of Blades" "Yes i am Acting Marshall Ivan, sent on behest of Lord Marshall Karak to bring this planet under control. we can count on your full support i assume" Shifting slightly on his still healing leg, Ivan noticed a data slate on the side, a message. spies aboard the Lord Generals ship, no names, no details yet purring the memory away for later. Looking upon the Marines, standing far taller and broader than even the biggest of the knights, both bore scars and service studs visible, there helmets secured to there Armour. they would make fierce hunters. "agh yes, you seem injured Ivan, i trust this will not cause our mission problems.?. Vargos, fine titles, i should of invited you to judge the swordsmanship tournament.". The Familiarity was niggling at Ivan as he replied, and slightly insulted, he was a Lord Arastes, not some mere human. "yes, i was, in battle with Orks. However Vargos will lead if front line leadership is required. if you will send over your files on the planet and the maps of the known attacks, we will begin with phase one of our operations." Vargos did not rise to the jibe, and instead stayed calm. "Yes i will be dealing with that aspect of the plan, now if you excuse us we have much to plan and prepare for before we hunt down the foul beasts of this world" Turning around they left and where escorted back the hanger bay where the officer saluted and the men filed out.

A Marine clad in ornate blue mK4 Armour approached. "Brothers Ivan and Vargos?" "aye we be them, we be Brothers" Gripping the Ultramarine Lower arm in a ancient warriors salute from Terra. "The Templers Grace us with there presence, Jokes aside, damn good to see your Marines here, i hope your Lord Marshall took the gift well" Exchanging the same greeting with Chaplain Vargos, "Good to see you Captain Julius, we are in need of Warriors we can trust, those snakes in there,.... My Marshall was most pleased by the gift, and bids that he will come to your aid if you require.so. His Loyalty is hard won yet will never let a Brother fight alone, one you have not met, in person Acting Marshall Ivan" "Acting Marshall, agh yes, the Message said you where coming, Unlike those in other places, i respect acting Captains. those Humans in there, damn insulting. I look forward to fighting by your side Brothers" Walking towards a Blue Thunderhawk sat in the hanger. Hanger crews in dirty overalls not daring to go near the 3 Marines stood in the hanger bays.

"you saw the data slate?" as they walked up the ramp of there own black hulled craft, "aye Ivan i did, we inform Swordsman when we get back to the Olympian. spies aboard the lord generals ship is interesting"

*********

Meanwhile on the Tempers Fungus world.

The Patrol trekked through the hard mountain terrain, 10 Full Brothers of the chapter, it was overkill but they did not know what they would face and the rocky slopes ment that heavier support was difficult if not impossible. "Ruins are Half a klick to the south, Don't see much signs of movement, just some animal tracks SGT" "keep alert, we don't know what kind of east could be in that ruin" The Marine shrugged, though those who lived tended to prosper. "aye SGT" . The Patrol walked for a few minutes till they reached the organic looking mouth of the ruins, part stone, part wraith bone it blended well into its environment, "Forward, watch your sectors, careful not to bring the damn roof down on us"

The first 2 chambers showed only ruins, rock and dirt. a few signs showed some Grox, and a group of humans had taken shelter for the night, the black stains of the fires still visible on the floor. A crack in the wall however brought the team to full alreat. from the lack of moss or growth it was new and lead onto far more intact Cambers, the wratih bone was far more detailed and intact. a Marine stepped forward and a floor section seemed to glow and a statue in the middle came to life and cut the marine down in a volley of howling rounds. before it could aquire a second target it was blown a part in a volley of bolter rounds and a single melta blast caused the blasted wraith to be reduced to molten liquid. "Feth, Dead SGT. Damned statues are out of kill us"

The Patrol would find little there, the ruins did not extend much further, long stripped of anything of value the Ruins where now just little more than caves.

******
Bonus chunk.

Aboard the cargo sorting office on the Fausteen flagship a group of officers groaned as they read the incoming supplies. "more fething mushrooms, 2.5 million fething units. Thrones be cursed, we won't stop eating them for months. "a second more Junior officer picked up the report and read further. "good news sir, 150,000 units of concentrated Caffine ration crates, 120,000 crates of Bazco field rations, 2000 containers of Fausteen ale, about 2.5 million servings by my count." Talking the list the Officer read in detail, "good job, this stuff might stop a mutiny, there already sick of Mushrooms down there, and we only have a month worth of Navy issue until we have to start on the things, get them sorted and stored. More Fething Mushrooms." as the Senior officer left the room to vent his frustration on one of the training machines. shouting down to them "The damned things do not even rot. they last for months! plain, mushroomy and tasteless as ever!"

 War Kitten wrote:

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I'm honored that you remembered to include Julius, he's had nothing to do but sit at the base on Kagrenz and eat mushrooms, he needed something to do. And now you have me wondering what's in that damned dataslate. Good work

 jhe90 wrote:

 War Kitten wrote:

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I'm honored that you remembered to include Julius, he's had nothing to do but sit at the base on Kagrenz and eat mushrooms, he needed something to do. And now you have me wondering what's in that damned dataslate. Good work

Spoiler:

you know, the ultramarine could bring there own rations

no need to have to eat the guard mushrooms,

well my people have spent the past few pages guarding a planet covered in fungi.... not all beheading ork death machines with spaceships.