mattmanganon — Roleplayer Guild

Psyker Landshark said
Oi Ganon, were you in London on Sunday?

Why would I have been? London is a horrible place, everybody I know that has gone there has either been stabbed or someone tried to stab them... Ok, that's an exageration, but my dad worked in London for 5 years and was mugged at knife-point twice, one of my friends went there about a year or two ago, and someone chased him through Peckham trying to knife him, and my Uncle was knifed, in Croydon when he was on shore-leave from the Merchant Navy... Oh, he lived, but he has convinced me that London is a knify-stabby shithole. At least it's better than New York/Detroit/Phoenix.

All in all, If I never go near London again, nothing of value will be lost. Wanna go to a big city and not get stabbed, I suggest either Birmingham or Edinburgh.

-The Bridge-

Admiral Morray sat in his chair, lamenting the whole situation. Xeno's were going to board his vessel and attempt to repair it, he couldn't imagine how the Priests were going to take this. "Open the hangar doors..." he said, rubbing his head.

***

-The Hangar-

After the hangar pressurized and the recipients boarded, they were greeted by the sight of the Hangar... It looked less like a military facility and more like a shrine. On the ceiling, they would see a beautifully painted mural of a Wolf with a Vulture in its jaws, blood dripping from it. The door opened and the crew came back in, the Techpriests running over to inspect the new vessels and the Inquisitors retinue walking towards them. If they looked hard enough, they might have seen 3 shimmering outlines moving beside the Inquisitors retinue. He stood and prepared for the ships to open some form of ramp to allow the occupants to exit. He was instead shocked to see them transform, break apart and reconstitute themselves in humanoid forms, most of the staff went for their weapons. "NECRONS!!!" yelled a guardsman as he slammed the Emergency button next to the door. Immediately, the rooms bright lights went Red as people scrambled for the big guns. The Inquisitor quickly sized up the situation and pressed a button on his gauntlet, the lights turning back. His Servo-Skull flew up and produced a hologram of him.

"STAND DOWN!!!" it boomed. Everyone stopped as the Inquisitor ordered, they knew that they would probably be executed if they didn't. Aminah leaned in to him, her Inferno Pistol pointed at them.

"Sir, are you sure that's wise?" she whispered.

"If they were Necrons, then they would have simply destroyed the ship from the outside, when was the last time you heard a Necron talk?" He replied. "And they have no Necron markings."

"You are saying we should trust these Xeno's?" she whispered again.

"I am saying we shouldn't start shooting when our ship isn't ready for a fight." he replied. Aminah holstered her pistol and the rest of the Hangar seemed to go back to normal. At that point, several more Iron Priests burst in, headed by Lemanicus.

"WHERE'S-" he then saw the Transforming robots. "By the allfathers beard..." he said. The Inquisitor looked up at the robots.

"Alien creatures... I am Inquisitor Viqtor Remly, of the Immortal God Emperor's Ordo Malleus. We thank you for your assistance. I apologize for the alarm my men have caused... You resemble an enemy of our species, one bent on the destruction of all life. We were merely startled." He had dealt with Xeno's before and was curious about this technology they possessed. "Can we... Meet with whomever is piloting that vehicle?" he asked. "Or, are you interned in that vessel?" he asked.

****

-The Medical Bay-

The medical bay was abuzz with activity as the Wolf Lord entered. Kurn looked around, seeing his brothers layed out on medical tables, nearby, Morican was treating a Space Marine that was laid out on the table. Kurn walked towards him and got down on one knee, bowing to him. "Forgive me, Father, but I require your council." Morican finished applying a salve before turning back to Kurn.

"Do not ask forgiveness when none is required." replied the priest. "I have heard that we are not in our galaxy anymore... And you come to me for council? I must say I am flattered by your confidence, but I question your logic." They moved away from the bustle of the medical bay. "I am afraid that my guidance in this matter can only be spiritual. I'm not much of an astrophysicist."

"Spiritual guidance is what I require the most." he said as they continued to walk, blood being cleaned off the walls by the cleanup crews.

****

The Lord General and his men had been sweeping the ship for straggling Daemons, the only ones they had found were dead, either riddled with bullets or cut to pieces by their own allies. He had gone back to the War Room and was looking over the data that their scanners were picking up about the planet bellow. Sparse clusters of settlements... With human lifesigns... This was most purplexing. Purhaps they weren't the only humans to be transported here. The Lord General looked over to Grumm in the corner. "Ogryn, why are you not with the Azuriah?" he asked. The Ogryn looked back at the General and waited for his miniscule brain to tell him what to answer.

"Boss said... Said..." he looked as though he was straining to think. "Wanted to be alone..." he struggled out.

"Alright, follow me then. We are going down to the planet." The Ogryn saluted and walked to stand beside the Lord General, whom was half his size. "There are few I look up to, Ogryn, but with you I suppose I have little choice in the matter." he chuckled. Grumm let out a big belly laugh, he didn't get the joke, but he had learned to laugh when others did so. Unfortunately, as much as his kind could be taught, the greatest minds in the Imperium had failed to teach them the importance of dental hygiene, so the faint smell of rotting meat filled the room whenever he laughed. Siegfried waved his hand in front of his face as his smile turned to a disgusted frown as he walked away.

He grabbed a Vox phone off of the wall and pressed a series of buttons. "Flight Control, this is Lord General Siegfried Wallace, I want a Thunderhawk and a pair of Valkyries prepped and ready for flight, I am taking a small detachment down to the surface to investigate the reports of Human life. Have a pair of Chimera's loaded onto the Valkyries. and have a squad of Scout Sentinels loaded into the Thunderhawk." he ordered, he then hung up before pressing in a few more numbers. "Quartermaster, have a detachment of our men loaded for Desert warfare and have a detachment of Fang Riders ready for deployment on the surface." he then looked up at Grumm. "And have Plorgans Mournfang loaded as well." he sighed. This was going to be a fast moving operation and Ogryns were claustrophobic, there was no way he was going to get into the confined space of a Chimera without ripping it apart in an attempt to escape.

Heading down to Hangar 4, they watched as the monsterous Thunderhawk was loaded with the Sentinels. Several Guardsmen with Hunting Lances, astride wolves passed them slowly and headed to the ship. Then there was a loud grown as the giant Mornfang was brought towards the ship. It was easily taller than the General and almost taller than Grumm. The Ogryn grabbed its head and cradled it with love. Ogryns loved battle, but they loved their beasts as much. It's monsterous jaws opened and the General honestly feared for his life, before it's long, leathery tongue ran up the Ogryns face. I suppose they make a good pair. the General thought as they began walking to the Ship.

In a matter of minutes, the trio of deployment craft headed for the planet bellow.

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