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5/28/2016 1:05:54 PM
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Quickly enough, he was met by a patrol of Tempestus Scions, about ten of them. Some had Hotshot hellguns, while some wielded plasma guns, meltas or flamers.
[i]"Halt! Who goes there?"[/i]
They surrounded him, their weapons pointed at him.
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"I am Corporal James Carmichael of the 117th hunters." He says, holsters H his weapons
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[i]"We are unfamiliar with that regiment of the Imperial Guard. What is yout bastion planet?"[/i]
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"We were stationed on... On... Shit. That explains why I can't explain where Okinawa was. I've got -blam!-ing amnesia from the crash." He looks up at them. "I do not remember. I've been in cryo sleep for god knows how long."
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[i]"is your allegiance to the Imperium of Mankind?"[/i]
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"All I can remember is a war, but I believe it is. Fighting, what were those things called, they were kind of inhuman de one type things. Started wi a T I think."
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[i]"Tyranids? Tau?"[/i]
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"Yeah the first one. That's why these things look familiar to me." He says looking around
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[i]"yeah, you don't say... alright then. We'll bring you to base."[/i]
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"Thanks. My armour needs a bit of repairs too, and I'm running low on ammo." He says, hand on machete
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[i]"the Techpriest will tend to it, don't worry."[/i]
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"If it's all the same to you guys I'd rather not have others tinkering with my armour. A small superstition I have."
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[i]"oh yeah? And why's that?"[/i] They began to grow suspicious.
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"Cause last time someone did I almost turned into a walking bomb. Luckily I shot the bastard before he did, or we wouldn't be having this conversation."
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[i]"Well we're professionals. We know what we're doing. And we can't let Imperial personel run around with malfunctioning equipment. I'm afraid your little superstition will have to be ditched."[/i]
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"Also I may or may not have ni extra clothing..." He says, looking down
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[i]"We'll give you some."[/i]
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"That would be nice cause this stuff chafes in the you know where." He says, stepping a bit closer
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[i]"Alright then. Come with us."[/i] They walk back to the camp.
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[b][i]He follows, handgun and machete out in case anything decided to attack the [/i][/b]
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The perimeter was safe. All around them, rows of various large turrets made an insurmountable defense that not even an imperial titan could defeat.
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"Holy shit. Quite the set up you've got here."
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[i]"We've had time to set up. The Techpriest has worked his arse off for us."[/i]
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"Well, he's done a dman good job." He says checking out the defences.
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[i]"That's what he's here for. He's been fixing the baneblades lately, which takes a long damn time too."[/i]
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"I'll just get someone to explain this later." He says, sheathing his weaponsy
