!!J5+vjygjQuK 10/18/11(Tue)21:44 No.16670167|
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Rushing up to the Command Bridge, the hololithic cogitators are displaying a planet. "Ah, Deathwatch, glad you could make it." says one of the inquisitors. "Vile Xenos are attacking the planet Taedium."
"Dat sound Tedius. Wot form of xenos?" asks Kroz.
"We didn't know they would be so far out here, on this side of the galaxy." the inquisitor stops to pause, "It's Rak'gol."
"Wot's a rak'gol?" asks Grakgut.
""Six arms, razor guns, tough as an ork, they could give anyone a run for their money. We're mobilizing a fleet to help, but their defenses are struggling to hold." says the Inquisitor, "Can we count on you to assist them?"
"DATS NOT PROPA. WARM THE ENJINZ." yells Kroz.
"'Course we kan assist!" says Grakgut.
"Thank you, Deathwatch." he says, "If there are any surviving Guard out there, they can assist further.
"Well den, let'z get our teef's worth!" says Grisbane.
As the Kill Team leaves the station, Wurrza casts Inspire on the nearby stormtroopers. He whips them into a frenzy as they leave Catalyst Station.
"DID DA HERO OF THE IMPERIUM COWER WHEN HE FACED DA TIN-HEADED XENO, DA KULTS OF GENESNEAKERS, AND THE BLUE GITS? NO. HE DID IT AND YOU WILL TOO! DA RAKGHOLS GOT WOT? 6 ARMS? HOW MANY DO YOU GOT? I SEE 2 ARMS. 20! 1000 ARMS RIGHT AND PROPPA, WOT'LL DO A NUMBER ON ANY XENO DAT DOESN'T EVEN REGISTER ON DA BASIC GUARDSMAN'S PRIMER!" he yells.