Yanno what?
I still have control of the Perth Imperial Guard.
And seeing how you've killed the rulers of Perth.
I have no choice but to enter this conflict.
May you all burn for your heresy.
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(Is not in the room, but instead a [i]Colchis[/i]-class command tank on Perth's Southern Hemisphere.) (Turns to my Aide-de-camp.) "That's it. A death squad and a rebellion. Pull out all our troops, and any civilians still loyal to the old government. As soon as we reach orbit, enact Exterminatus from Strike Fleet [i]Augusta[/i]. May the God-Emperor be with us all.
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[spoiler]Those still loyal may turn to Dreadgaon.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Understood.[/spoiler]
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//: [INCOMING TRANSMISSION] >> ACCEPT? Y/N
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Patch them through. I have time to parlay. Speak well and I shall judge your words with honesty.
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//: ESTABLISHING LINK... ... ... [Begin Broadcast]: What in the hell do you think you're doing? You're defending that madwoman? After all of this!?!
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No. I'm just avenging the people that your revolt killed. The Imperial Guard serves the Imperium. Not some petty Queen, although she was the established Imperial representative.
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Sand down I defended the Queen and it costed my Life, (long story) YOu dont want anymore Death do you?
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My revolt? I was pushed off a cliff, fell 37 stories, lost my right hand, climbed back up, killed the bitch, and I'm supposed to know this? Who are you trying to kill here?
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Those who destroyed my home. Your revolutionaries and Edgewater nearly began a nuclear purge! Do you want Perth to become the next Krieg?!
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We're under new management, you're welcome to rejoin us.
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Edited by Ex PI: 4/21/2015 3:09:14 AMNo thanks. Edgewater still taints this place... They must be destroyed. I will spare you for now, for the sake of the people. [spoiler]signing off for now. Will return with more Warhammer 40k goodness later.[/spoiler]
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I actually fired Plsama nukes to the castle yeah that zone is radioactive now
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Great. I'll just be exacting Exterminatus then, since I keep getting interrupted when trying to parlay with you heretics... (Fingers drift toward a large bronze handle)
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WHat kind of heretic can I be. I was here for the moeny. I am my own god. Liek literaly I became God of Machines
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*Five spectres enter the room you are in, training their guns on you*
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*a stirke of Plasma nukes finsih of the weakened castle* Well thats gone, what are you gonna defen *laughts*