08-16-2017, 07:51 PM
13 put away his gun and started walking towards the building with his hands above his head, he walked to the door and knocked on it, he waited. The door opened to a room filled with guns, some of which he knew some of which he didn’t. Knowing that he didn’t want to get hit by a bolter, 13 unslung his rifle from his back and put it on the ground, the same with his pistol. 13 slowly walked forwards, not wanting for it to be seen as an act of aggression. The man who appeared to be the leader stepped forwards cautiously. “Who are you and what is your business here?”
“My name is 13-Jzall and I am a prime. I am here because the Omnissiah also known as the emp-“ Suddenly all the guns in the room were aimed at his head. 13 continued, unfazed. “The true emperor of mankind has made it his will that I come here and I intend to defend his honour by making the false emperor’s life as terrible as I can make it.”
“And why should we trust you?”
“Because if you think about what just happened outside I could kill all of you with an uncaring eye and walk right up to the emperor just to tell him that I had.” My gun skills also include being deadly for up to 1800 metres and I know basically everything about the space marines; their armour, their weapons and how to kill them best.” The leader chewed his lip thoughtfully, a possible spy to plant inside the empire would be useful and his combat skill was definitely better than what he normally was shown by his own recruits. But the way that he seemed to be connected to the imperium and emperor seemed to be a bit too suspicious.
“All right, we have a mission for you to prove your worth. Go down into tier 7, there is a factory that is holding some important weapons, we’ll give you the schematics but I doubt you could improve on them. They’re for something called..... Cawl pattern bolt rifles, very new and very deadly weapons for space marines. We need you to get these and if possible recover a jar or liquid inside of a very heavy security vault. Destroy anything else you find and make sure that there are no survivors. Message us on this when you’re done and we’ll send a clean-up crew to make sure they never knew we were there.” The leader handed 13 a walkie-talkie. “Before that though you’ll need to tell us everything we need to know about how to defeat the space marines in combat.” And so 13 started explaining the various chinks in the ceramite armour, how they could switch sides but never races which could possibly help greatly in a rebellion and, to the few who had them, how to operate their weaponry without blowing themselves and everyone else up. Just before 13 left he had a request. “I need a team to be able to pull this off successfully.” The leader started thinking again, “I’m only in charge of this outpost, you will need to prove yourself to my boss to be able to ask for things like that. But seeing as this is a matter of great importance some strings can possibly be pulled. Stay here, I’ve got to make some phone calls.” 13 started waiting, the few people who were left in the room looking at him suspiciously. 13 started reloading his pistol from the previous ordeal, almost silently speaking canticles while he did. This unnerved enough people that at least one person would have run if the leader hadn’t returned at that moment. “Perkins! You’re the one who seems to be connected with the space marines the most apart from 13, so you’re with him.” 13 saw Perkins, he was what the Astra Millitarium would probably use in their propaganda photos. Clean face, straight jawline, regiment approved haircut and the look that he had seen enough battles to last a lifetime. But on closer inspection he had a look of fear in his eyes as he realised what was happening, the way that his hand twitched to his gun and his legs started tensing, it looked as if Perkins was about to run straight out of the room. The leader noticed this, took out a gun and aimed it at his head, which was as much persuasion as Perkins needed. “Let’s head off then.” 13 said as he hoisted his rifle back up onto his shoulder. “Y-yes, let’s.” Perkins stammered as he looked back with a solemn look on his face. They walked to the elevator and started the slow trip to their very possible deaths.
“My name is 13-Jzall and I am a prime. I am here because the Omnissiah also known as the emp-“ Suddenly all the guns in the room were aimed at his head. 13 continued, unfazed. “The true emperor of mankind has made it his will that I come here and I intend to defend his honour by making the false emperor’s life as terrible as I can make it.”
“And why should we trust you?”
“Because if you think about what just happened outside I could kill all of you with an uncaring eye and walk right up to the emperor just to tell him that I had.” My gun skills also include being deadly for up to 1800 metres and I know basically everything about the space marines; their armour, their weapons and how to kill them best.” The leader chewed his lip thoughtfully, a possible spy to plant inside the empire would be useful and his combat skill was definitely better than what he normally was shown by his own recruits. But the way that he seemed to be connected to the imperium and emperor seemed to be a bit too suspicious.
“All right, we have a mission for you to prove your worth. Go down into tier 7, there is a factory that is holding some important weapons, we’ll give you the schematics but I doubt you could improve on them. They’re for something called..... Cawl pattern bolt rifles, very new and very deadly weapons for space marines. We need you to get these and if possible recover a jar or liquid inside of a very heavy security vault. Destroy anything else you find and make sure that there are no survivors. Message us on this when you’re done and we’ll send a clean-up crew to make sure they never knew we were there.” The leader handed 13 a walkie-talkie. “Before that though you’ll need to tell us everything we need to know about how to defeat the space marines in combat.” And so 13 started explaining the various chinks in the ceramite armour, how they could switch sides but never races which could possibly help greatly in a rebellion and, to the few who had them, how to operate their weaponry without blowing themselves and everyone else up. Just before 13 left he had a request. “I need a team to be able to pull this off successfully.” The leader started thinking again, “I’m only in charge of this outpost, you will need to prove yourself to my boss to be able to ask for things like that. But seeing as this is a matter of great importance some strings can possibly be pulled. Stay here, I’ve got to make some phone calls.” 13 started waiting, the few people who were left in the room looking at him suspiciously. 13 started reloading his pistol from the previous ordeal, almost silently speaking canticles while he did. This unnerved enough people that at least one person would have run if the leader hadn’t returned at that moment. “Perkins! You’re the one who seems to be connected with the space marines the most apart from 13, so you’re with him.” 13 saw Perkins, he was what the Astra Millitarium would probably use in their propaganda photos. Clean face, straight jawline, regiment approved haircut and the look that he had seen enough battles to last a lifetime. But on closer inspection he had a look of fear in his eyes as he realised what was happening, the way that his hand twitched to his gun and his legs started tensing, it looked as if Perkins was about to run straight out of the room. The leader noticed this, took out a gun and aimed it at his head, which was as much persuasion as Perkins needed. “Let’s head off then.” 13 said as he hoisted his rifle back up onto his shoulder. “Y-yes, let’s.” Perkins stammered as he looked back with a solemn look on his face. They walked to the elevator and started the slow trip to their very possible deaths.
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The soul of the Machine God surrounds thee. The power of the Machine God invests thee. The hate of the Machine God drives thee. The machine god endows thee with life. Live!
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