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Post by lordcastellenjon on Nov 22, 2007 5:33:16 GMT -5
"Lightning.. he is being accepted into the libreans just a mass of test's and rituales....... but the enhancments are proceading as well as can be exspected" critchley pulled out a data pad handing it to falcon "just incase you ever need a chapter of space marines to come and give you a hand...... Ive been given comand of the 9th blood angle chapter..... if you ever get into trouble dig in and give that frequency to a astropath of high powerd vox operator..... and we will make all hast to you.... it has been a houner serving with you fal....." critchley held his hand out in a warm gesture of friendship "even when I become a full fledged... you are on first name tearms with me. understand"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Nov 22, 2007 9:29:47 GMT -5
Drang hauled himself into sitting postion, reopening every wound in his body as he hauled his seven foot frame to the viewing port, gently batting away the medical staff as they tried to bundle him back to his bed. But the burning agony in his every limb was not enough to deter him, as he put one foot in front of the other in a sequence of pain so intense that left its own mental scars on the inside of his brain.
He reached the viewing point just as the first salvo of torpedoes headed towards the planet. He watched, a silent witness to the murder of a billions of souls as the missiles began to flare in the planets atmosphere, the casing flaring off as they disgorged their deadly payload onto the hapless world below. Yes, it was neccesary, even commendable in a twisted way to wreak devestation upon the innocent to preserve order. But it was still murder, no matter what logical explaination or justification would be put upon it. Soon,down on that planet millions of innocnet people would find the air torn from their lungs, their loved ones collapsing like inert carcasses taken off the butchers hook, their children dying before their eyes. Yes, it was neccesary. But it was still murder.
So Drang watched, a silent witness to the silent screams of the innocent.......
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Nov 22, 2007 13:08:22 GMT -5
critchley collapsed in sorrow alone in the observation bubble of the ship tears rolling down his cheak as he recited the ritual of passage and requested forgiveness from the emperor... he looked on the torpedoes streaking towards the planet the life eater viruse consuming the life from its surface "is this the only way to defeat the menic of the bugs....." he cursed loudley placing a mark of remberance on his cheast his thick blood sealing the scare quickley but the scare shown non the less a scar to rember hexor 8... was that the only way there sacrafice would be remberd. it was no sacriface it was there murder
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Post by Cadian 117 on Nov 23, 2007 12:14:48 GMT -5
Falcon accepted the pad and walked to his main quarters. As he watched the planet burn, just remberd his days fighting the tyranids. It always ends the same. If they could just get there fast enough they couold evac but it never happens.Always the same
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