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[i][b]Patrols, Bracheous enjoyed them dearly. It gave him time to reflect on his situation, and the shit-storm he was putting up with right now. He was living with some cult of the Emperor for thirty years as a captive, forced to do battle in an arena against Chaos Warriors and Tyranids for years, only to be teleported to a place full of Tyranids and Chaos Warriors, wasn't that just damned amazing. He walked the perimeter of the main Imperium camp, the one where the Ultramarines, Agnes, and Kat were all located in, as he was on patrol. [/b][/i]
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[b]Lupa easily dodges his shot and flips over him, using his back as a launch pad to get farther away from him[/b] "Really? You don't even try to understand how I'm not being shot at by anyone else? I can't catch a break.... If you want to pick a fight with me, you'll have to worry about Agnes kicking you through the ship."
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"That armour has a glowing sigil of Tzeentch on it, either I didn't see Agnes' armour well, or you're a heretic!"
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"It's not glowing, are you blind? I swear the Imperium is training their soldiers less in observation and more in fanatic attacks...." [b]Lupa was correct, it was faded, and it looked to be burned into the flesh of her hand[/b]
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"Ah, I apologize Battle-Sister, I haven't removed this helmet in just over thirty years, I hope you'll excuse my vision problems."
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"It's fine, and I need to earn that title again. I've been away from them too long to deserve it until I prove myself again."
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"Fair enough. What would your name be?"
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"Lupa, and what's yours?"
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"Bracheous Beranteus, of the White Scars. I'm the last man standing, so technically I'm a Primarch, the best, and the worst soldier in that group."
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"The best and the worst? That's not something you hear often."
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"Well, mines a strange case."
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"Oh? Mind telling me why?"
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"Again, the rest of my chapters dead. I'm the last one alive, so I set the bar, exceed it and do worse all at once."
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"That's very interesting.... So what are you good at?"
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"I'm a White Scar. Vehicular combat and melee are my strong suit, anything with speed."
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"Sounds like me. Except I focus on both my guns and sword, while using my powers to propel me all over the place."
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"Sounds interesting. Hell, if I had any vehicles on this shithole, you can guess I'd be using the -blam!- out of them. And powers?"
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"Where I come from, they're called semblances. But here, I'm a Pskyer."
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"Oh, a Psyker. Well, 'least you and the Emperor have something in common, that's respectable."
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"Thanks, I've never felt too connected to him though...."
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"What was that?" [i][b]Bracheous asked, strengthening his grip on his Chainsword. [/b][/i]
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"I think it's because I'm not from this area.... And my past has damaged any connection I might have...."
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"Ah, I gotcha. Don't believe because you don't know, I suppose I'll give you a pass."
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"Thanks, I believe him. I just don't feel like I belong much...."
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"Nobody belongs on the Bloodwrath if they're with the Imperium, hell, half the Chaos shouldn't be here."
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"That's not what I mean, I'm talking about this universe...."
