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His curiosity brought him to the trenches of the camp. There, he found the line of defense of the camp.
The men of the Baltic Manticores weren't as big or as bulky as the Space Marines. They were part of the Militarum Tempestus, the most elite branch of the Imperial Guard. These men and women heeded from the various worlds of the Imperium, and were not submitted to gene-seed treatment like space marines. They did not have a codex astartes to guide them. They were men, unlike alon, without magic or enhancements. They were the best of the best of the best, naturally. The Baltic Manticores heeded 80% from Cadia, the world that produced the most Hardened soldiers, and these 80% were Kasrkins, the most elite soldiers available to the Imperium, exclusive from Cadia.
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[i]Alon let out a gasp of awe, looking about him, saying hi to all who even looked his way. He kept touring around as if he were allowed, getting told off every now and then, but that never deterred him from exploring. His kid-like curiousity got the better of him. He approached a few men talking, and felt a little more at home with the unmodified soldiers, forgetting about his bionic arm that actually made him different. He's working on finding his arm, it's a long story. Anyways, he walked up to the group, introducing himself with a small but intricate bow, foreign to the soldiers.[/i] Greetings, friends. What's going about in this sector of the... uh... camp? Camp, yeah. [spoiler]Alon's 100% capable without magic too y'know he can be a badass just thought I'd let you know[/spoiler]
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The men didn't speak much when they were on duty. They were sitting in the trenches, keeping a watchful eye on their perimeter. Some barely turned around to give him a glance, while most just didn't bother. None of them spoke. Before alon could leave off all depressed like, a voice spoke up from behind him. A female voice [i]"You'll have to excuse them, they don't chat while they're doing their job."[/i] They then turned and saluted the figure behind alon.
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[i]Alon flicked around, putting up a half salute, sort of confused about the whole ordeal now.[/i] Y-yeah, guess I shoulda figured... the job is important here. [i]He examines the person behind him quickly after he turns, and smiles to them.[/i] So what's goin on over here? Anything new?
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Before him stood the Mighty Tempestor Prime, Eleanor Lancaster. [spoiler]if you haven't read your bio I recommend doing so.[/spoiler] [i]"if you want to know what is going on, going to the front lines is not a good idea. It isn't safe."[/i]
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[i]He half smiles, more in embarrassment, scratching at the back of his neck.[/i] Haha, no, I guess it isn't a good place. It just brings back memories of my own... anyways, you seem pretty important; I'd like to introduce myself. Name's Alonfé, or that's my Sage name, but you can call me Alon. I'm a mag- I mean, Psyker, as you call them here. I'm just looking around, if you don't mind, miss...?
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[i]"You can look around, but I suggest staying within the limits of the perimeter. Without an IFF tag, those turrets'll rip you to shreds."[/i]
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Ahhhhhhahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa [i]Alon laughed nervously.[/i] That sounds... erhm... pleasant. Anywho, who do I have the honour of speaking with? [spoiler]Just got back from being away[/spoiler]
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[i]"Lord-General Eleanor Lancaster, 7th Baltic Manticores. Best of the best of the best."[/i]
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Best of the best of the best. That sounds pretty cool. So you lead this group? And part of the Baltic Manticores. Huh. That's great. I've just been looking around seeing where I can help out and who I can meet, someone from the Manticores was one of those things on the list.
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[i]"Well then, I'm most likely the one you want to speak to. My men don't like being disturbed while on duty."[/i]
