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6/21/2016 9:19:39 PM
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"Yep, general quarters, most people stay there, I however come out and find others and lead them back, or look for supplies and such."
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I sat down with a sigh, leaning my lasrifle against the bar. "Yep. Fresh outta the shit."
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The bar tender laughed. "Welcome to the green tankard, what will you have? I know you probably don't have money but a tab is alright, not like I'm going to live to collect and the food will go bad if I don't sell it."
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"Water," I said immediately. "Then, you can tell me what ya got to eat. Running for your life from a daemon and fighting Chaos cultists tends to take a good bit out of ya."
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The man poured a glass of water, and handed it over. "Food is nothing fancy, got most things though."
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Before I responded, I grabbed the water and drank deeply for a few seconds. When I set it back on the bar, almost half of the water was gone. "Thanks," I said, taking a few breaths. Once I had gotten my breath back, I looked at the bartender. "Something solid to fill my stomach. Meat, preferably."
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The bar tender nodded and went into the back, he returned with shepherds pie and a side of some sort of stew. "Here you are."
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Well, I wasn't very much a fan of shepherds pie or soul myself, but it was a damn sight better than what I had been expecting. With a brief "Thanks," I dug in to the meal with gusto, as I was veritably starving from the day's trials.
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"What's your story?" The bar tender asked.
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I looked up from my meal, before siting back as I swallowed what was currently in my mouth. After taking a drink of water, I responded. "From what I heard, the same as anyone else here: suddenly found myself in the middle of bumfück nowhere, until someone found me." I snorted. "Of course, I found a Chaos daemon summoning first, so I was more than a little panicked when Blackburn found me."
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The man's attitude changed. "Word of advice friend, that man isn't very popular, you'd do well to not mention him. He's rumored to be sympathetic to chaos."
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Shit, hadn't meant to let that slip. "I'll keep that in mind," I said, lower than before. "But I highly doubt that he worships Chaos. For one, he works with the Imperium, and for another, he helps people like me. To most any sort of Chaos mindset, I'm just some useless civvy. Not much damage I can do." I shook my head. "And yet, not only did he help me, but he gave me this gear - which got a bit more use today fighting the very peo- things, that those rumors say he associates with." With a shrug, I sat back. "He may be a merc, but he's a sight more decent than what he could be. If he truly worshiped Chaos, why not just offer his services to them?"
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"Because he's smart. And because we think it might be tzeentch, associates with xenos, eldar lover he is."
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I gave him a look. "And xenos automatically equate Chaos? Believe it or not, most of the other races in this wide blood-soaked galaxy are in the same boat as us, just trying to survive. To a lot of them, Chaos is just another thing out to kill them, same as with us." I shrugged. "Course, the hell do I know? I'm just some stranger, pulled from his life before to try and survive in this hell hole."
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"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt friend, you're new here, you've still got a lot to learn. Xenos want us humans dead just as much as chaos does. "
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I shrugged again. "And we want them dead all the same. I'm not saying they're not a threat, just that they're a wholly separate one from Chaos." I paused. "Most of the time, anyway."
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"Never met a dark eldar then. Just mind yourself, especially around the inquisition around."
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"Fair enough." With that, I tucked back into my dinner. Seemed I was going to have to keep my thoughts to myself for a while. Hopefully I wouldn't have too much trouble with that. Hopefully.
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It proved correct, no one bothered him.
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Eventually, I sat back, my plate and bowl clean. "Thanks for the food. Mind if I crash here for the night?"
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"So long as you don't bring those xenos or cultists and if Blackburn comes in here he doesn't start anything."
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"Can do," I said. I might have said something witty, but I was tired, and had obviously already pissed this guy off enough. Best to not push him further.
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He leads him to his room and leaves him the key, and heads back down to his bar.
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I opened the door to observe my lodgings for the night.
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It was a plain room, a bed, some dressers, a chest, a chair, and a desk.
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I sighed as I locked the door behind me, finally letting the reality of my future hit me. I wasn't going home anytime soon. Upside, there was some really cool shit here, if I lived long enough to get my hands on it. Downside, there was a LOT of shit that was bound and determined to make that endeavor difficult. I shook my head to disperse my thoughts. I could consider it tomorrow. Right now, I needed sleep. I considered taking off my flak armor, but decided against it, only taking off my helmet. I'd be more prepared if something happened, and feel far more safe, if I kept the majority of it on. With that, I laid back on the bed, putting my helmet to my left and my lasrifle to my right, and shut my eyes.
