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All my 40K armies interweave a common plot line, using concerning the secret operation of the Inquisition. I'll post some of my fluff stuff here!

I'll start with my most recent one, I wrote this on a short bus ride, so I'm not done yet! Tell me what you think.

Tobias's Disbelief:

Brother Tobias was not only tired, but confused. For over a month now they’ve travelled from star-system to star-system. From forge-worlds to Imperial fortress-worlds, he felt like he saw more of the galaxy in the last few weeks than he had in his whole life. But as the Inquisitor informed him, this would be their last stop. He looked around the inside of their Chimera, surveying his companions. Two fellow battle-brothers, veterans of countless wars, sat silently near the ramp; their heavily customized bolters laying idle in their laps. The Inquisitor sat across from Tobias, his carapace armor worn, scarred. He was currently cleaning his bionic arm, which was partially disassembled. Two of the six guardsmen assisted him. Tobias used the term guardsmen pretty loosely, these soldiers were certainly trained to a higher standard than average soldiers of the Imperium. Their predominately black outfit was accentuated only by the red lenses of their night vision goggles.
The convoy can to a stop. “Alright, this is it” the Inquisitor said as he powered his bionic arm on. With a dull thud, the ramp fell open and the guardsmen slid out into the darkness. As Tobias secured his helmet on his head, he wondered what the purpose of this mission was. When briefed, he was told that the late Brother Franklin would have undertaken this mission. The next highest rank after Franklin was Sargent Tobias, so naturally his duties fell upon him. Before leaving the Battlebarge, Tobias shed his traditional chapter armor for specialized urban camouflaged power armor. They bore no chapter markings, no identification marks at all. From there, he travelled with the Inquisitor, gathering specialized weapons and vehicle parts. Some of the items they acquired couldn’t even be classified by Tobias. Prototype guns, venomed blades, supercharged engines, even a partial set of power armor from the techmarines of his chapter.
Tobias watched these items unloaded by servitors from the two Rhinos that had tailed them this whole journey. Upon surveying his environment, he realized that they were in a large lot outside of a warehouse. The guardsmen had fanned out, securing the immediate perimeter.
“One pistol each, no automatic weaponry,” ordered the Inquisitor as he holstered his silenced autopistol. Tobias didn’t like this, to what ends would visiting the slums of some random Imperial fringe colony bring about?
“Inquisitor...” Tobias began, choosing his words carefully, “Who are we meeting?” The Inquisitor started to turn, but before he could answer, a steely voice pierced the night.
“Yes Inquisitor,” a woman said dryly, “Tell our noble battle brother here exactly why we’re here.”
Tobias recognized the woman and the characteristic tone of her voice. Lieutenant Ciara was a seldom seen member of their expedition. Tobias didn’t mind this, there was something disturbing about her. He could tell that she had some psychic ability, judging from the tattoos that he saw on her. He also knew that she had very clearance in the Inquisition, as she was able to access some files that even the Inquisitor himself could not. This was made evident from their mission orders booklet, which the Lieutenant carried with her at all times.
Tobias saw her perched atop the rear most Rhino, silenced lasrifle slung across her back. While most of the Inquisitor’s Imperial Guard detachment wore a similar uniform of camouflaged fatigues and charcoal black carapace armor, she wore very little. A brown and green camo skirt resided under her ammo bandolier. She wore no armor, just a sheared, and extremely worn black tank top that was shortened to the point where you could see most of her stomach where a small black tattoo of an eye encompassed by a triangle was located. Apart from her night vision goggles atop her head, the most distinctive part of her outfit was a wolf tail that hung loosely from her belt. He knew what that was a symbol of. Space Wolf chapter marines often hung them from their armor as a sign of pride and luck. To acquire one, she either killed one of them and took it, or was gifted it. Based on his encounters with members of the Space Wolf chapters, Tobias assumed the latter.
The Inquisitor drew a long breath before ushering a seemingly well rehearsed statement; “Brother Tobias,” he began slowly, “there are things, events in your chapter history that are closely guarded secrets. Things that are limited to a select few, trusted imperial officials and high ranking marines. You are about to become one of those marines.”
Tobias didn’t know what to make of all this, from within his helmet he twitched. The Inquisitor continued; “Like the Lieutenant said, there are arrangements that need to be honored, deals that need to be seen through,” the Inquisitor started walking towards the warehouse, motioning for them to follow. His fellow battle brothers remained behind with most of the guardsmen. “You see, there are secrets, upsetting secrets that lie all around us, that we cannot see. We live in a world where nothing is black and white,” he stopped short of the side door of the warehouse and turned to Tobias. “Just don’t say anything, don’t move erratically, and whatever you do, do not touch your gun. You’re new to this so they might be on edge.”
As they entered the warehouse, Tobias felt adrenaline pump through his system. It wasn’t the darkness inside the empty building that stimulated this, nor the obvious unease of the men around him, but the smell. He dare not say it, but he would not distrust his finely honed sense of smell. Ork. Ever so faint, as if some attempt was made to cover it up. The Inquisitor motioned for the group to stop. For a full minute there was silence, it began to lightly rain outside.
From out of the shadows, a large figure moved towards the group, confirming Tobias’s suspicions. An Ork, muscle bound and well equipped walked within a meter of the Inquisitor before stopping. The Inquisitor adjusted his grey cap slightly. Another few seconds of silenced passed, as if there was some mistake, Tobias surely felt like there was one, his hand itching to grab his pistol. Xenos? On an Imperium world? How? Why? Should the local PDF be notified? Why aren’t they shooting this filth dead where it stands?
The Ork seemed strangely at ease, for an Ork. Wearing only crudely sewn brown pants and an ammo vest, he moved effortlessly despite having several pieces of red metal plates that Tobias assumed to be armor attached to it’s shoulders.
“Well...” the Inquisitor began with extreme care, “let’s get this over with.”
The Ork smiled, a big, toothy grin, exposing several metal teeth. Ciara laughed loudly. From the shadows, more Ork emerged, each one wearing distinctive gear. Some bore massive axes and blades, others had cobbled together assault rifles. Most of them rolled massive motorcycles alongside them.
“There are some secrets that are better off left being secrets,” the Inquisitor whispered to Tobias, not quite as shocked as Tobias was but still slightly perturbed. The servitors began bringing the equipment over towards the far wall, where several idling vehicles were waiting. Some of the guardsmen assisted the servitors in giving the equipment to some of the Orks. Tobias was shocked as he watched them install large autocannons on several of the Ork bikes, demonstrate sensor technology to the strange looking Ork which Tobias could only assume to be a classified as a Mek.
Ciara idly strode forward, looking for someone in particular. A deep growl came from Tobias’s left, and he turned to see a large Ork extremely close to his shoulder. How the Ork got so close without Tobias noticing was anyone’s guess, but he took several steps back, placing his palm on his bolt pistol. “There you are, we don’t have all day,” Ciara complained, directly addressing the Ork. Before walking over to Ciara, the Ork turned to Tobias and sneered, revealing two sets of teeth under his black face paint. Ciara produced their mission book and casually broke the several wax seals with her knife. The Ork looked on over her shoulder, surely it couldn’t read..? Could it? And why would she be letting an Ork, a Xeno read a document that even the Inquisitor himself could not? So many questions raced through Tobias’s well conditioned mind. He failed to notice the rather comical couple that Ciara and the Ork made. Different species, different heights, different ideologies. And yet, similar camo patterns, similar goals... surely this is heresy. Tobias would imagine the Inquisitor objecting to this the most of all of them, yet he just stood their with his arms folded, tapping his foot impatiently.
The Ork and Ciara seemed to have come to an agreement, as the Ork motioned to his fellows who brought forward several individuals. Each one was shackled, some had bags over their heads. Tobias could identify a few of them, two Eldar creatures, an extremely battered Chaos Marine, an at-large rouge governor, and some type of Tyranid Xeno that looked like it had been beaten to within an inch of it’s life, oozing green puss onto the floor. Ciara walked over to one of the Eldar, “I can’t wait to see what you know,” extending her now glowing hand, her psyker energies causing the Eldar to reel back in fear. She laughed and backed away, “put them in the Rhino,” she waved over several guardsmen to take away the prisoners.

This is a good story, keep up the good work.