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Chaplain Apocas of the Word Bearers looked out at the weakling humans who stood before him. They were weak, and easily broken. 'How could the Corpse-Emporer's realm have stood for so long with servants like these?' wondered the chaplain. All it had taken was the killing of their governer, and they had submitted to his rule. He had set to the task of building a massive, obscene edifice, capable of summoning a legion of deadly demons. After three weeks, they had almost done it. Soon, very soon, he would seal his part of the pact, and demon hood beckoned.

With the timer set for 52 seconds, another supply depot would be ruined, further slowing down the enemy from finishing construction. Pulling the balaclava back over it's face, the figure leapt of the ledge of the cliff, just five meters from the supplies. The water rushed up to meet it.

Apocas breathed in the scent of the air, the smell of crushed spirits, broken dreams, and restless spirits bound to this place forever. Suddenly from behind him, he heard the an explosion. Instinctlively crounching, he looked around. 'NO!' he shouted, upon seeing the wreck of the supply depot. Raising his corrupted Crozious he smashed it into the skull of the nearest slave, making an example of all those that were fleeing. They stopped immediately.

The figure pulled itself up the cliff, and reached the top. It stood up, rolling it's shoulder and neck. It pulled a blade and pistol, and prepared to finish it's mission.

Apocas stood stunned. They had destroyed all of his supplies. They would never be able to finish constrcution in time now. He could make out a figure. too small to be anything other than an Imperial. he unholstered his boltpistol. He would make this mortal pay.

The figure charged the Chaos leader, slamming hisblade into a gap between two armor plates. The marines cried out in pain. The figure hammered his hand into the helmet of the bastard, and tackled him. Pulling his autopistol, he shot poin-blank into his eye slits.

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