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His will be done'You stupid morons, get down!' shouted Termina to his squad. Termina quickly took his own advice and hit the deck as a hail of rounds tore above his head. As Termina rose up, he noticed Brother Vid laying on the ground in a crumpled heap, blood oozing out of holes in his armor. Termina quickly gathered himself and rose out of the dirt, searching for targets. Termina was about to fall back when he saw Captain Tinneaus grappling with a large ork nob. From the the look of it though, Tinneaus was losing.His will be done by tinnycombatunit
The ork sat on top of the captains terminator armor, pounding with huge, meaty fists, trying to crush the captains skull. Tinneaus's power fist had long ago ran out of power cells, but that didn't mean he couldn't beat something to death with it. He lifted the drained power weapon and crushed the ork's skull in his fist, cracking the skull open, thick red blood spraying from the wound.
Termina let out a sigh of relief till he saw an ork running right to him. He tried to raise his bolter bu
Byzantium Crusade, Chapter 7Katherine and DahliaByzantium Crusade, Chapter 7 by JackElliot
The question of which of her selves was more suited for the mission had weighed heavily on Dahlia's mind, but in the end she had chosen to distribute the work evenly among talents. The proper arrangements had been made for a swift departure in a small Clipper, as was a forged Vox to one Bishop Neileos of Byzantium. She had gathered her weaponry and a sufficient supply of polymorphine and serum; although she had not needed to, she had chosen to transform before the journey. With the injection, she had felt her body immediately respond, it had only taken a few moments for her form to realign; for each curve to be replaced by the sharp angles of aged masculinity.
She had chosen to take the form of a lesser known member of the clergy, Cardinal Antipus Maximus, kind and gentle man who appeared to be in his mid-fifties. His presence on Byzantium would not be questioned, particularly in the greeting of a Cannoness. After some research she was capable of emulating t
On the Periphery The sticky humid air weighed oppressively on everything underneath it, massive spade shaped leaves drooped lazily until water condensed and rolled off in clumsy drops to the dark soil of the jungles floor only to spring up negligibly in relief. Strangely the sounds normally associated with a tropical rainforest were absent, no trilling of birds, no scrabbling of lizards claws across rock or tree bark, not even the padding footsteps of a large predator intimidating smaller creatures into fearful silence. There was only the susurration of wind lightly rustling the canopy together. Beginning as a light cadence in the distance the sound of a single pair of guard issue boots thumped across the hard dirt of the forest floor, quickly overlapped by several heavier iron shod boots with noticeably larger strides. Suddenly breaking the otherwise peaceful silence of the jungle a lone Guardsman burst through a particularly thick clump of the large spade leaOn the Periphery by AkandofHarakon