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"Out of the frying pan, into the fire." [b][i]The marine thought. Though he wasn't rightly optimistic inside right now, he still was willing to express that on the outside. [/i][/b]
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[i]"Sir! More movement! Although... IFF Tags read as friendly. Imperial forces."[/i] [i]"Still, keep on your guard, brothers. We may be in trouble."[/i]
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"Imperials? Please, let these guys not try to gun us down, or be newly turned Heretics." [i][b]Bracheous said to himself, not in his head this time around. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Right around the corner, captain!"[/i] As they turned the corner, they ran nose-to-nose with a patrol of Tempestus Scions, of the 7th Baltic Manticores regiment. The fearless soldiers aimed their hellguns at the marines for a moment, lowering their weapons upon recognizing their brothers in arms.
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[i][b]Instinctively, Bracheous had his Bolter raised to the troops for a brief moment, but lowered it upon realizing whom they were. [/b][/i]"Hello." [i][b]He simply said after a moment, breaking the extended silence. [/b][/i]
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[i]"Imperial guard, here? By the emperor..."[/i] [u]"We thought the same about space marines when we heard some were here. Still, good to see more friendly faces."[/u]
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"That's very true. Had a run in with Chaos Warriors a while back, have you and your men been having any troubles?" [i][b]Bracheous inquired, directing the question to whoever seemed to be in charge of the group. [/b][/i]
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[u]"We've been here for two weeks. Non-stop attacks from chaos forces on our base. But we aren't the specialists of entrenchment for nothing."[/u]
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"Damn... Ultramarines, have you any skill with entrenchments?"
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[i]"We will adapt. We must."[/i]
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"Alright. Gentlemen, if you have a camp to bring us to, now would be an excellent time to do it." [b][i]Bracheous said to the soldiers, and not to the other Space Marines. [/i][/b]
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[u]"Understood. We will take you to the headquarters."[/u] They begin going back the way they came, with the marines in tow.
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[i][b]Bracheous had followed the group intently, as he had wished to survive, and following this group was his best shot at it from how he'd seen it. [/b][/i]
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They arrived in a very, very large room, an abandoned arena of sorts where titanic beasts would battle. A simulated environment was there, with dead trees and black hills. In the center of it was a large ferrocrete building with several smaller buildings around it, searchlights were sweeping the sky around it. [u]"there it is. Base camp."[/u] A few kilometers from them, the space marine saw something out of the corner of his eye. A winged figure fell from the sky.
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"Hold on." [i][b]The White Scar commanded. Bracheous had caught but a glimpse of the disturbance from the corner of his eye, and he quickly cocked his head to the side in an attempt to see it better. [/b][/i]
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[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/204800026/0/0/1]in the distance, a crater of smoke then appeared. [i]"Brothers, let us investigate this."[/i][/url]
