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Post by LunaHawk » Tue May 08, 2018 1:51 am

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"Inquisitor, we have arrived." The words broke Inquisitor Lunaria Eccenti out of her meditation. She brought her mind back from the depths of contemplation and opened her orange eyes to gaze at the view screen at the head of the command deck. The screen revealed the world of Karnia in all its glory. The world was much like other Hive Worlds she had seen in her life time, without the luster of a world like Terra. It was dark, it was grey...it was cold. The planet itself was actually quite warm thanks to countless generations of mass pollution, but the world felt lifeless on approach, despite its teaming billions.

Such was the way of Hive Worlds, massive population centers often felt lifeless to those who had seen other types of Imperial worlds. Billions of souls stacked one atop the other encased in metal and rockcrete, vast city spires separated most often by toxic wastelands and ash plains. She contemplated this for a moment, contemplated the lives that hung in the balance of their success and made the sign of the Aquilla over heart. Emperor watch over us and guide our path so that we might save the soul of this world and keep it in your fold. Brief prayer thought she turned her back on the screen and left the bridge.

A pair of heavily armed men followed her out of the command deck and onto a grav lift leading towards the hold where orders would tell the people she had recruited for this mission to meet here. The two guards behind her were taller than her by more than a foot, each wore heavy grey carapace armor but lacked the uniformity of typical Inquisitorial Storm Trooper armor. Instead their armor was decorated heavily with gang markings and each of the helmet-less men had under hive gang tattoos on their necks. Both men carried modified las guns.

"We goin into a gallery boss?" One of the men asked, his voice heavily accented by Terran dialect Low Gothic.

"Not this time...though I suspect one awaits us on the other side, in time." She replied. Gallery was their term for violent conflict.

Several moments passed in silence before the doors opened to the hold. The hold was a landing and launching facility for ships on the ancient vessel and a single Arvus Lighter rested in the center of the hold, prepared to receive its passengers. On the route here she had recruited certain specialists, men and women who's particular skills she felt would be critical to the success of the mission. They would be waiting for her here after receiving orders to do so.

Lunaria herself was wearing her full suit of Gothic accented power armor. Her chest was covered by a feminine plate designed to bring to mind the idea of a corset while one entire shoulder was designed in the image of a skull. Gold and brass accented the highlights of her armor while the majority of it was a deep crimson. Her boot heels thudded against the deck with every step, just a half a heartbeat ahead of the two gun wielding men behind her. Others fell into line out of the shadows, more armed and armored like the men behind her, one woman carried a larger, heavier version of the guns the others used.

Inquisitor Eccenti adjusted her witch hunter's hat and her augmetic eye shifted to allow for better vision in the dimly luminated landing bay. Lumens over their heads flickered in and out, lighting dimmed and brightened at random intervals. Finally a servo skull with fine manipulator mandibles joined the procession towards the waiting new recruits and the Lighter.

"Inquisitor Approaches, Inquisitor Approaches!" The skull called out in a slightly garbled, high volume tone that was entirely unnecessary. Even despite the hat favored by Inquisitors, also despite her dominating and confident presence, her Inquisitorial Rosette was boldly displayed on the front of her armor and clear enough that anyone with the ability to see would be aware of it, even at a slight distance.

"Thank you Byrone, unnecessary as always." She intoned, stopping before the gathering with a roughly ten foot gap between them. "You have all either met me or an agent of mine before our arrival. Information on what we are doing has, over the past several weeks, been scant. Now it is time I begin to unveil to you our purpose here. I am Inquisitor Lunaria Eccenti of the Orodo Chronos. This planet is suffering from a Chrono Apocrypha. It seems the Lord Governor has misplaced a Hive City. We are going to get the city back, because the alternative is the obliteration of this planet by my command. I already have forces on the ground prepared to meet with us, resources that can aide in our investigation. I also have a tent full of bodies that need investigating. Individual tasks will become more apparent once we're on the ground and before we cross the temporal threshold."

She paused a moment, looking at each one of them in turn. "Now is the time to ask questions, once we land we won't have that luxury. I expect things will move rather quickly, the Chrono Apocrypha has months on us and the steps I have taken to slow its expanse will be near faltering by now. Once we've investigated the area and the bodies, we'll progress through the rift...What happens after that..." She shrugged. "That is the hands of the God Emperor...and your particular sets of skills."

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Post by illirica » Tue May 08, 2018 3:48 pm

Previously: Krieg

"Your presence is requested."

Quartermaster Alaric Behr sat at the rough table, a plastic cup of water half-full in front of him, the outside smudged with permanent dirt by countless sets of fingers. He wondered, sometimes, how old the cups were. Older than him, he thought. People tended to be more easily replaced. He gripped the cup in deft fingers, and downed half the remaining contents while the messenger endeavored not to fidget. He was old enough not to, Alaric thought, but offworlders were like that. No experience, no patience. He let the man practice his patience, and mulled the request over. Certainly, he already knew that 'requested' was merely a polite fiction - requisitioned would have been closer. Or Required. Commanded. One of those words. 'Requested' was too wishy-washy. Offworld nonsense, for people who had time for polite fiction and enough words that they could waste them.

He had many questions. Who was this Inquisitor, and what was his plan? And why did he need to drag a quartermaster off of Krieg? Alaric had never left his world before, and he'd never intended to. He'd expected to die there one day, gone to the grace of the Emperor like so many before him. This was where he belonged, not tagging along with some Inquisitor halfway across the galaxy. Surely there were better candidates in the Empire. Alaric considered the messenger, who noticed his gaze and stopped fidgeting.

Perhaps there weren't better candidates. That raised more questions. Alaric didn't ask them, though. It would have been a waste of words. The messenger didn't have answers, or didn't have ones that were worthwhile. Alaric drained the rest of the water from the cup, and put it back on the counter. One didn't waste water. Not even for washing.

"Very well," was his only answer. The messenger looked surprised, then abashed at the surprise. Alaric didn't smile. It would have been a waste of time, for someone who didn't deserve it.

Current time: Ship's Hold
"Inquisitor Approaches, Inquisitor Approaches!"
The announcement was too loud, made for the congestion of a battlefield, to cut through distractions. Not for the quiet of the hold, where everyone with any sense had already focused on the aforementioned Inquisitor the moment he - she - had come through the doorway. Alaric had not expected that, and adjusted his mental parameters. Further adjustment was required at her announcement: Ordo Chronos? Alaric's impression of the aforementioned Order was that they mostly spent their time shut up with their books, arguing vehemently about things that hadn't mattered aeons ago and certainly didn't matter now, and occasionally stepped out of their libraries to cut scurrilous bloodbaths across the paths of anyone they found disagreeable, often on the subject of matters that no one else in the universe had the time to consider.

Comment along any of these lines would have been both wasteful and unwise. Alaric remained silent, and listened to the mission as she outlined it. Without fidgeting.

The obvious question, of course, was how one 'misplaced' a Hive City in the first place. He was not impressed with this Lord Governor's ability to manage his resources properly. Of course, had the answer to that question been known, the Inquisitor wouldn't be here at all, and so Alaric did not ask. Asking stupid questions was also wasteful. Obliteration of the planet would have been a further waste of resources, so Alaric supposed it was sensible to progress with the mission as outlined. At least there was a clear starting point - a tent full of bodies sounded like something that could use his expertise.

"How long have the bodies been there?" he inquired, a necessary question for proper preparation, "And how were they preserved?"

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Post by Poetic Ghost » Fri May 11, 2018 5:20 am

Father, forgive me... for I have sinned.

Éclair sat idle on her knees, her penance beads dangled from her joined palms. It seemed only a few days ago that she had left her squad, or what was left of it. She had dreamed of battle, of the rush of driving her blade through a heretic, letting the blood wash over her hands and face, before letting it run off her in a bath. Éclair had only just left her planet and arrived where her orders had told her to go. Now she awaited the arrival of a Inquisitor, an agent of the Emperor's left hand. Her new role in His Imperium was to facilitate the punishment of those who's sins were more than simple heresy or mutation, the work of the Sisters or the Militarum.

She didn't seem to be the only one chosen by this Inquisitor to serve under them, including an officer from the planet Krieg, the homeworld of the Death Korps, infamous for their disregard for their own lives. The other man was Militarum, a soldier. His armor was a far cry from her own or the Death Korps officer, the mark of Sergeant adorned his shoulder plate, and looked as though it had seen many battles. Éclair would do her best to support these two, even if they both looked as though they didn't have much to live for. I will pray for them both, may the Father guide them as he guides me...

"Inquisitor Approaches, Inquisitor Approaches!"

Éclair looked up from her prayer to the approaching Inquisitor. At first, she expected to see a dark, grizzled operative of the Inquisition, but instead she saw a young woman, not much older than herself. Though her eye had been replaced, and a few scars, her youth showed through her uniform. "We are going to get the city back, because the alternative is the obliteration of this planet by my command. I already have forces on the ground prepared to meet with us, resources that can aide in our investigation. I also have a tent full of bodies that need investigating."

"Bodies? What can you tell us about these bodies? What makes them special?" She asked, respectfully.

- - -

Ghost pushed the emotion back into the dark corner of his brain. They were just in the way, the mission, the goal, the directive... what was the directive? Hells, in the past few weeks, Ghost didn't have the slightest idea what he was doing. They'd pulled him off of Grimoire, a field hospital no less. Just to ship him to some Inquisitor who thought they needed a new gunhand.

It didn't add up to him, he was just a dumb grunt, not even a Commissioned Officer. Sure, he was a sergeant, but that only meant it would be harder to replace him if he got blasted. Ghost thought he was disposable, just like the crosses that lined the battlefields of old, just like the countless millions they left on backwater moons and nameless worlds. Just like...

He shook his head free of the thoughts just as the Inquisitor entered, followed by a floating skull.

"We are going to get the city back, because the alternative is the obliteration of this planet by my command. I already have forces on the ground prepared to meet with us, resources that can aide in our investigation. I also have a tent full of bodies that need investigating."



Ghost spoke up. "If I may ask, ma'am, what forces are on the ground? Who is holding the situation until we arrive?"
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Post by LunaHawk » Tue May 15, 2018 2:17 am

The questions came in the manner she had expected. She smiled a bit as her gangers moved past both her and the others and began loading equipment and boxes into the Lighter. She considered each of them for a moment, the dim lumens casting their shadows as giants out behind them. "The bodies have been maintained in accordance with Inquisitorial standards. They are in the local Morgue, guarded by members of the Karnia Three Fifty First regiment of Astra Militarum under direct supervision from the local Arbites. I think you'll find the bodies quite in tact and ready for examination. My Interrogator examined them visually and telepathically but did nothing to disturb the bodies or probe into their internals. Hopefully you can confirm my suspicions."

She shifted her gaze to the Sister, making the sign of the Aquilla out of respect before she spoke. "We call the bodies of this nature "wraiths" and they are especially thin, sometimes elongated unnaturally and their cells will either show advanced age or unusual youth. We've never recovered a complete and intact sample before...and this time we have several thousand. Interrogator Calisa informed me the bodies belong partially to the Regiment and partially to citizens of the lost Hive City. We are both concerned the bodies will be found to be spiritually impure. Speculation among the Ordo is these bodies are warp corrupted, that the "wraith corpses" are people who have been touched by and twisted by The Warp."

Finally, she considered the sergeant. Her smile faded a little, but only because of what she had to say to him. "The remaining elements of the Karnia Three Fifty First regiment, the local PDF force, are tasked with maintaining the perimeter around the affected area. So far aside from the Wraith Corpses they have discovered nothing emerging from the zone. You'll find their command ranks populated by men and women who have recently been promoted as the result of the execution of their entire command staff and two thirds of the Regiment. I will need you to gather men and women from among the regiment as an armed force to follow us into the Apochrypha."

She considered the group for a moment in silence before she continued, addressing all three of them.

"What we do now, we do for the soul of a planet. Nothing can stand in our way and we cannot let sentiment or innocence stay our hands. What is at stake is an entire planet, possibly an entire star system."

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The trip to the surface was a silent one. Even the Hive Gangers that served as an escort were silent, some playing with knives, another sharpening the pointed spikes on his bat. One of them was chewing bubble gum. When they landed they did within the walls of Karnia Prime, the capital Hive City of Karnia. The monstrous edifice of the Hive City did not tower, it dominated the sky line and filled their armor glass view ports as they approached until all they could see for kilometers in every direction was the cold, grey buildings of the city. Their craft touched down high in the city spires where the absurdly wealthy resided.

There on the pad, flanked by Adeptus Arbites troopers, stood one of the fattest men capable of moving any of them was likely to have ever seen. He stood proud and tall, despite the ludicrous nature of his obesity. He wore a long flowing purple cape trimmed in yellow and a tight buckled shirt of similar color festooned in layers of gold chains, gold Aquillas, gold chains with gold Aquillas, emeralds, rubies, diamonds and every other symbol of wealth and power the man could think of. He rubbed his silk gloved hands together nervously, nearly a dozen rings flashing and glimmering in the light.

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The Arvus Lighter touched down like a feather and its ramp extended to kiss the rockcrete of the landing pad. The Hive Gangers made a motion that suggested everyone stay where they were and strolled down the ramp like they owned the city. A quick check of their surroundings and one of the women with huge hair poked her head back into the vehicle. "S'all clear boss."

From there they could descend the ramp. Inquisitor Eccenti stood directly in front of the nervous Lord Governor and he seemed to shrink, despite his obvious size advantage. For a moment, she said nothing, she just stood, looking at him until nervous sweat popped up on his forehead.

"I did everything you said, everything is in order Inquisitor, everything is ready for you." He spat out finally.

"Yes, everything is in order." Inquisitor Eccenti said with a level of sarcasm that could have flattened a mountain. "Except, of course, for the missing Hive City."

"Uh..I...well you see..." He stammered with a voice that suggested he felt as if the Emperor himself were staring at him.

"It is not your fault Lord Governor." She said at last, greatly deflating his nerves to the point of an audible sigh of relief.

She turned her back on him for a moment, focusing instead on the individuals she had recruited for this venture. "Sister Eclair, go with Quartermaster Alaric and Ghost to the morgue, one of the Arbites will show you the way." She said. "I will have my Interrogator and Hound meet with you there. I will be traveling to the borders of the Apocrypha."

She retrieved a series of small Inquisitorial sigils from within her armor and placed one in the hands of each of the three individuals in front of her. "These grant you the power and authority of my will, if someone does not cooperate, present them. If they continue to refuse, shoot them until you find someone who will do what you say. You work for the Inquisition here and none may bar our path save for the God Emperor Himself. Quartermaster, I want you to look over every last inch of those bodies, I want to know why they are the way they are, we have never had the opportunity to look at them like this before and your discovery might very well give us the knowledge we need to travel into the Apocrypha and not suffer the same fate. Eclair, I trust the spiritual purity of our band to your hands, the presence of the Warp is strong on this world and its corrupting influence will grow much stronger when we approach the missing Hive City...it may also be present among the corpses. Ghost...I am hoping your presence will help...aleviate...local concerns. Though you are not commander of the local Regiment, you have the authority to requisition any guardsmen you wish."

She motioned for them to go to their tasks and turned her attention back to the Lord Governor. An Arbites officer motioned to get their attention and opened a door for a waiting ground car. Apparently the time for asking the Inquisitor questions was over, at least for now. She had a task she expected them to complete.

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Post by illirica » Mon May 21, 2018 1:43 pm

There is enough fat on that man to make tallow candles to light a town for a week, Alaric thought, with idle lack of reverence for the man who should have been the aid of the Emperor on this world. Of course, if he'd been doing his job properly, Alaric wouldn't have been here at all - he'd have still been on Krieg, where he belonged. The Inquisitor's statement that it wasn't the Lord Governor's fault notwithstanding, Alaric failed to be impressed. If he traded his measure in mass for an equal measure of courage, he would be a formidable force indeed.

He took the sigil that was offered to him, carefully tucking it away into an interior pocket, accepting with it his designated task. "Inquisitor. It shall be done." He waited patiently for the others to collect their sigils and their orders as well, then nodded to the others. "Let us be gone." He turned, and walked to the ground car where the officer was waiting, obviously expecting the others to follow along, and stepped into the ground car without preamble. There was little here that was going to be of any use to him - better to get to the morgue and start doing the work that needed to be done, rather than waste time dithering.

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Post by Poetic Ghost » Sun May 27, 2018 8:57 pm

"Eclair, I trust the spiritual purity of our band to your hands, the presence of the Warp is strong on this world and its corrupting influence will grow much stronger when we approach the missing Hive City...it may also be present among the corpses."

"Yes, I felt it as well when we neared this world... the darkness creeping upon us slowly. But have no fear, my faith is as strong as Him." Éclair spoke with zealous as she intertwined her penance beads between her fingers, an old habit that befell her when she felt stress or needed to focus. "I would like to see these bodies, evaluate them..." Éclair said, turning to Alaric. "Yes, the faster we purge this threat, the better... but first, Quartermaster Behr," she reached into a pouch on her hip, and removed a small pendant. It was the icon of Saint Katherine, a red cross topped by a skull.

"Please, Quartermaster, wear this. It will protect your spirit from the Warp." Éclair held the pendant in the palm of her armored hand and extended it to Alaric.

"Ghost...I am hoping your presence will help...alleviate...local concerns. Though you are not commander of the local Regiment, you have the authority to requisition any guardsmen you wish."

"Understood, ma'am." Ghost twiddled the Inquisitional sigil in his hand. "For the meantime, I won't need any troops, but I may need a squad in the future." He added, and readjusted the rifle that was slung over his shoulder. This planet was corrupted, far worse than any tomb world or battlefield that he had been to. He could feel it, smell it, it made his skin crawl. Ghost understood their purpose on this world, to cleanse it of the impurities... these Wraiths. He'd kill them, if the Inquisitor told him so.
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The party arrived with little fanfare, the ride over was brief and they were taken to the morgue by an escort of Arbites with a few of the Inquisitor's Hive Gangers mixed in. The gangers gave Eclair a wide birth and seemed to flank the Quartermaster extra close, as if they were worried something might come along and break him while the others could protect themselves. If they had any inkling that he also had Astra Militarum combat training they showed no sign.

They were taken inside of the Morgue's primary chamber where there were seemingly endless slabs with draped corpses on them. The smell of Warp Taint, even for the uninitiated, was immense, almost over powering. In the center of the room was a thin woman, almost paper thin who was equally tall and wore a long flowing white overcoat and a headdress covered in various spectacles and other instruments of viewing. Beside her was a robed titan of a man, an obvious Adeptus Astartes by his sheer bulk, even if they could not see his armor beneath the robes drawn tight around his body. Blood dripped from a corpse he carried in both massive arms.

"Over there, over there!" The woman half gestured to an empty slab as if he were a simple menial. "And if you could bring the next one in with more than one limb that would be swell." She was busy examining a corpse, entirely unaware of the presence of the little party.

"You have guests." The Astartes said with a voice like a sand papered snake.

She paused, turned and look at them.

"Oh dear." She said and swiftly removed surgical gloves from her hands and traveled to the group with surprising speed. She moved to shake each of their hands. "Come come, don't be strangers. We have plenty of those here already...though they don't do much talking now...not as much as they were anyway. Please please, right inside and close the door before it gets warm in here. They don't like the warmth you know, it offends them."

The Astartes lay the body down and walked over to join them, towering above everyone in the room by well more than a foot with the sheer bulk of a walking mountain. Every last bit of his power armor was covered by his tight black robes. He said nothing.

"I suppose you've come to see the Wraiths. These are my friends and there are more of them every day!" The doctor continued excitedly. "Oh, except him, he's not a Wraith, he's just a War Hound." She gestured to the Astartes. She landed eyes on Eclair as if for the first time. "Sister! Oh bless me! You will do such good in this room, the Wraiths are quite uncooth and I might even say they venture on the side of Heathens, at least when they start talking...right now they're just dead...but The Warp..." She tapped her temples. "it thinks it can trick me, but I sense it, I do, I do! It's everywhere, permeating my new friends, burying itself into the floor and the slabs, it wants this place it does!"

It was the Astartes who spoke to Ghost. "The defenses to this place are poor." He said with a side long glance at the bodies. "The time may come soon when you need to burn it to the ground. The bodies do not lay still for long, no matter how many times you kill them. If they get up, shoot for the head." Other than that, he let them get to their work and to the overly chatty doctor in charge of the place.

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Alaric looked over to the young Sister, fiddling with an artifact as if to calm her nerves. She would learn patience, and stillness - and indeed, she had learned focus already. He approved of her in the general sense, she merely needed more time to become finished. The trinket she offered him was a small thing, and yet if it acted as she claimed, it was doubtless an item of great value. He took it from her hand, gravely. "Thank you." Words were not to be wasted, and those words were never wasteful. He took a moment and clasped the chain through the buttonhole of his shirt, tucked against his chest. Only fools wore metal around their necks - fools, and those who were ready to join the God-Emperor. Alaric disdained them both. To give one's life in service was honorable, but not to prompt that loss. The Emperor required tools that would not break.

With little else of note, they arrived at the location, escorted again by a squadron. Alaric glanced at the men surrounding him, no doubt out of some erstwhile feeling that they were 'protecting' him. He wondered if any of them knew how often he walked the battlefields alone, to find the dead and dying. Not all of the not-quite-dead were the Emperor's children, either. Alaric had put down his share of enemies. He said nothing to the squadron, though. They took pride in their duty, misplaced as it may have been, and he was not going to gainsay that. Let them have the honor their action deserved - he was not here for battle, but for inquisition.

They were brought to a woman who talked about eight times as much as she should, by Alaric's estimate. He was unimpressed. If she'd spent as many words saying things of note, she would have been an orator, but instead most of her phrases were completely irrelevant, and plausibly even bordering on irreverent, at times. The Astartes, at least, seemed to say what was needful and no more, and Alaric gave him a nod to show that, he, too, had heard the warning about the bodies.

Alaric walked over to the body that had just been lain on the slab, looking it over first with his eyes, then moving the limbs, seeing how they reacted, opening the eyelids and checking the eyes. Intriguing. What is it that we have, here? And why?

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Post by Poetic Ghost » Tue Jun 05, 2018 5:12 pm

"Sister! Oh bless me! You will do such good in this room, the Wraiths are quite uncooth and I might even say they venture on the side of Heathens, at least when they start talking...right now they're just dead...but The Warp..." She tapped her temples. "it thinks it can trick me, but I sense it, I do, I do! It's everywhere, permeating my new friends, burying itself into the floor and the slabs, it wants this place it does!"

Éclair took hold of the woman's shoulders and looked into her wild eyes, searching for insanity or corruption within her. Yet, as she had said, she was holding on. "Keep your mind about you.. times like these test our mettle, sister." Éclair released her and smiled. "But you have nothing to fear.. none of you do. The Emperor is with me, and I am with you!" She proclaimed, looking about her fellow warriors. Éclair turned back to the Techpriest(?) and posed a question;

"What other effects have you seen on this planet? Besides these.. Wraiths... something I may not notice at first?" She asked, looking about the bodies. After a moment, she decided to reach into her satchel and remove a small censer in the shape of a skull, attached to a chain that she wrapped around her gauntlet. She began to swing the censer back and forth passively, spreading light fumes through the crematorium.

Ghost looked about the tomb. He had been to many a graveyard world, battlefields covered with impromptu furnaces for the thousands upon thousands of bodies left after the battles. He'd seen his soldiers reduced to ash in places just like this, but this was different. These bodies were no longer human, at least according to the Inquisition. Two came to greet them. A Space Marine, though his powered armor seemed to be covered over, or had been replaced by a set of robes. The other was a Techpriest, or perhaps a Hospitaller Sister.

He had met both on the battlefield before. The Orders Hospitaller, while more often seen assisting on plagued worlds or Hives, occasionally had seen to soldiers on war planets. Ghost himself had been stitched back together by a Sister during one of his first assignments, and had held the order in high regard ever since. Space Marines on the other hand, garnered little respect in his regiment. While Ghost was more concerned with killing the Xeno threat, his men often saw the Astartes as nothing more than fanatical freaks, without humanity. Ghost had other feelings.

It was the Astartes who spoke to Ghost. "The defenses to this place are poor." He said with a side long glance at the bodies. "The time may come soon when you need to burn it to the ground. The bodies do not lay still for long, no matter how many times you kill them. If they get up, shoot for the head."

"I'll keep that in mind, Marine." Ghost replied, looking about the corpses. "Have you tried burning them? Or removing the heads?" He asked to no one in particular. He moved to Alaric, and leaned in to speak. "Have you found anything, Quartermaster?"
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