“Sir, you have an urgent communique from Primarch Skybro.” “Put him through.” A hologram of the distinguished Primarch materializes in front of Giant. “Good evening Primarch Skybro. To what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?” “Chapter Master Slayer, I have reason to believe that a holdout of furries is located at the Golden Keep. You and your men are to lay Seige to the Keep and annihilate all furries inside, and give no quarter. Understood?” “Sir yes sir. It shall be done as you wish.” “Excellent. I look forward to your success, Slayer.” The hologram disappeared, ridding the room of its blue glow. “These documents came attached with the message.” Giant’s Aide said, handing the Chapter Master an encrypted holodisk. “These must be the intelligence gathered from previous recon ops.” Giant observed. “Excellent. Announce the news to the troops, we’ll need them to be ready.” The troops, however, were not ready in the slightest, for currently a terrible brawl raged in the Mess Hall. Dozens of Imperial Astartes fought each other in the hall, with lower ranks of Republic Troopers trying their best to keep out of their way while fighting their own comrades. Upon not hearing a response to the announcement to his troops, Chapter Master GiantSlayer came out to see what exactly was going on. Upon reaching the mess hall, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. “Well, the mess hall is now aptly named.” The Astartes, realizing the presence of their commander, quickly formed up into a line and stood at attention, the Republic Troopers soon following the example. “Gentlemen,” Giant said coolly, “I trust you enjoyed your dinner?” The Astartes nodded in affirmation and shouted a resounding [i]”SIR YES SIR!”[/i] which was also emulated by the Republic Troopers. “Good, Good.” Giant said, keeping his calm tone. “I couldn’t help but notice that there seemed to be disagreement expressed among you. Am I correct?” Again, the Astartes and Troopers responded in the affirmative. “Thank you for being honest. So,” Giant said, pacing along the line of the assembled troops, “what exactly was so critically important as to warrant a struggle as I have never seen out of any of you out of combat and so endanger our strict code [i][b]against[/b][/i] friendly fire?” One the Astartes stepped up and spoke. “Sir! I stated that the 2003 installment of Star Wars: The Clone Wars is superior to the canon installment in every way!” “Is that so?” “Yes sir!” “And do you maintain that view?” “Yes sir!” “Excellent.” Giant said as he stepped away from the Astartes. Suddenly, he dashed back towards the lone Astartes, picked him up in one hand, and threw him to the opposite end of the Hall, embedding the man in the solid rock wall. “Anyone else?” Giant challenged, now facing the lot of terrified Republic soldiers and grave Astartes. “Clean this mess up, get that man to the med bay and prepare for battle.” Giant continued, walking away. “We have urgent orders from high command that must be followed as soon as possible. So get to it!”