In the process of touring the Chapter's Templewarship - the Litany of Bollocks - we meet a number of non-space marines. That number is about twenty. One of the normal humans we meet is less normal than the others, because she is a woman. Her name is unimportant, but also Carithe.
So you serve on the, uh, the Litnay of... well yes, you serve on the ship?
"Yes I do."
What is it like being one of the few human women with regular contact with the Space Marines?
"Oh it's alright I suppose. You'd probably think I'm at a bit of risk here, wouldn't you?"
Well you seem fairly safe from harm
"No, I mean risk of... y'know... one of them having their way with me."
Oh! Yes, I mean no, wait yes, no...
"I'm perfectly safe. They're... Lean in a bit... Yeah, well they're... not all down there."
You mean like injuries?
"No, as in... They're boys in the shape of very large, muscular men."
OH! Oh I see.
"Yeah. It's quite a shame too, some of them are quite handsome."
I suppose if you're into that sort of thing.
"Oh god those scars just drive me wild. See that one over by the gunnery station?"
Oh my god.
"Yeah, an Orc choppa did that to his face. Oh god I would lick whats left of his lips every day..."
So what are your responsibilities here on the ship, you're referred to as the Imperium Liason officer, I see.
"Ever seen them out of armour? Carved out of stone. Gorgeous, gorgeous stone..."
As Chapter master, what do you suppose is your biggest responsibility?
"All of them."
"I am responsible for pretty much everything, and they're all pretty big. Ahh, here we are."
"This is our new tactical plan, that we hope will be accepted into the Codex Astartes.
What is it?
"The Decoy Marines.