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"Rukan, scout report"
"There's non here mam what should i do next"
"Continue your scout, were there's rifts there daemons"
"Will do mam Rukan out". Anastasia stared at the rift on the horizone, mezmorised by it's distinctive purple aura. "There's warp whales smaller than that" came the loud, commanding, booming voice from behind the female inquisitor. "How many times am i going to have to tell you Rove when you address me call me mam"
"No i'm alright Anastasia, i'll say what i want", the inquisitor tilted her head to her right "Do not call me Anastasia, Rove". Anastasia turned her head around to face the rift, thinking about the deamons, or more specifically the lack of deamons, "Were are the beasts?" asked Anastasia "Just be glad there not hear" responded Rove "if they came flooding through we wouldn't see tommorow." Anastasia stared at the sky retracing the path that the ship took, "Were did the ship crash?" she demanded, "It would be a quicker answer if you asked were didn't the ship crash"
"Odds of survivors?"
"You don't want to know"
"What's the current personel?"
"8 of us including the 3 M.I.A's"
"Thats me, you..."
"Rukan whom you know and..."
"Just tell me there rank"
"They're new recruits like Rukan"
"What happened to the purifiers?"
"They're the 3 M.I.A's". Anastasia turned her head back to the rift, she could swear it was getting bigger every time she looked at it, like it was preparing to swallow the world. "Were's Rukan with that damn scout report"
"He might be new, but he's good, you'll get your scout report", the vox bead in the inquisitors ear crackled into life" This is Rukan come in madam inquisitor"
"You must be psychic Rove" said the inquisitor
"Is that a pun"
"Don't worry only this once, go ahead Rukan"
"I've spotted traitors here mam"
"They were not here when we first arrived in the sector, do you know how they got there"
"They appear to be coming through the wasrp rift mam"
"Through the rift, Rukan what legion are they"
"They are thousand sons mam" Anastasia felt like screaming at this news, nothing had gone right for her and her little Grey Knight strike force, first there was the lack of numbers, only half of what she asked for, then there was the small ship, then the ship was shot down by some unknown force, and now she was standing on a planet deep in Fenris territory with thousand sons on it, and to top it off the Space Wolves didn't even know that she was there, they only approved a small Grey Knight force for a "Knowlege expidition". Anastasia turned to face Justicar Rove, "It appears we have a problem Rove"
"I heard, if the sons are here then i'll give it 10 minutes before Fenris arrives, and they might be curios as to why there's an unauthorised inquisitor here on one of there holy planets."
"Rove can i entrust you to round up the others at the monument to Russ in the great square"
"I'll do it mam"
"Thank you, and Rove..."
"Yes"
"You just called me mam"
"I know."

You need to spell check this.
There's also no description or exposition. meaning no one has any idea of what the hell is going on.

Ma'am, not Mam.

 Arcsquad12 wrote:
Ma'am, not Mam.

You never know, she might be his mam.

I came here thinking this was the 40K version of 50 Shades of Grey. Dangit.