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10/23/2015 3:27:07 AM
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[spoiler]well guess what, that's their name. So... if you have a complaint take it up to Games Workshop. Sisters of Battle sounds way better IMO.[/spoiler]
[i]"The 'Task Force' was under heavy investigation. Proofs of heresy, illegal alliances with Xenos and violation of tje codex have been found. Now come with us. We will use lethal force if you try to resist."[/i]
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[spoiler]*calls teh people* CHANGE NAME! What name? THE NAME! Mmkay. *name is changed to Sisters of War* Skillets[/spoiler] "Really? Well shit." He puts his hands behind his head.
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[spoiler]*facepalms* That would be a whole lore issue tho. Yer just dum[/spoiler] [i]"now move it, heretics."[/i] [b]they push Kaebius forward into a line and make him walk.[/b]
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[spoiler]PROUDLY DUMB[/spoiler] Python follows suit, keeping his hands behind his head.
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[b]the squads of soldiers remain alert to any kind of threat as the distant sounds of skirmishes can be heard, explosions and dogfights filling the skies above the city.[/b]
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"That you guys up there? And, well, out there?"
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[i]"keep quiet, Heretic."[/i] [b]they continued walking. They were out there -but not the only ones- fighting. Fighting for what? The city. It's riches. Vengeance. Bloodlust. Hunger. Dakka. Everyone had their set motives.[/b]
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Python shakes his head and mumbles under his breath. "Just trying to make conversation..."
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[b]the one at the front raised his fist, stopping everyone. After a few seconds they all scatter, three of them taking you both with them.[/b]
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"Where are we headed?" Python looks over at one of the guards, hands behind his head.
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[b]the Scion held a finger to his mouth, and pointed forward, as a convoy of ork Trukks rolled down the street.[/b]
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He nodded, staying silent.
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[b]he did a few hand signals the the two others behind you, motioning for them to keep an eye on you. The Tempestor put his hand up and rolled around his wrist, and then shook his hand forward. The man in front of you turned to another one, and opened up his hand from above and lowered it swiftly.[/b]
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Python moved forward, staying low.
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[b]a hand held him back. He wad still their captive. The squad of Scions layed a trap for the Orks, a trap which was triggered. The Orks, unprepared, stood no chance against soldiers such as the Tempestus Scions.[/b]
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He watches, loading his Vulcans and 105mm.
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[b]the ensuing firefight was like a magic trick. And the The Tempestus, Stormtroopers in low gothic, it's magicians. Precision, effectiveness, lethality of the likes python had never witnessed before.[/b]
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"Damn, you guys work good." He eyes the destruction.
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[b]each Soldier was as deadly and effective with his own weapon. A multi-las for vehicles, a flamer for infantry and hotshot lasguns for everything else.[/b]
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"And I thought the champions were our only chance..."
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"it seems there is hope..."
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"Yes it does. Now imagine what all of us could do if we just worked together? Great, right?"
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[i]"shh."[/i] [b]the Vox caster officer calls.[/b] [i]"Delta Delta Sigma 113 requesting immediate transportation to Golden Palace."[/i]
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Python shakes his head silently.
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[b]Two Tempestus Tauroxes burst out of a crumbled pile of concrete at high speed, firing their Vulcan Twin-linked bolters and lascannons.[/b]
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He watches the Orks get obliterated by the fire, in awe of the destruction.
