RESORT TO STRATEGEM
For those of you that get lost or can't picture what I am referring to please see the author's notes at the end of the chapter.
See end of chapter for legals.
Starts between Harry's 4th & 5th years. Harry faces the crucible of Privet Dr. only to return to the wizarding world as its Champion.
Soundtrack Theme #1
Band: Manowar
Title: The March
Album: Warriors of the World
Day 1: Back in Dudley's Extra Bedroom.
'I have become… comfortably numb', Harry thought to himself. He was so physically exhausted after a hard day of doing the 1001 Chores that seem to accrue around his aunt and uncle's home whenever he would go to attend Hogwarts every year. Despite the poor working conditions and being locked up when finished without the benefit of being able to clean up Harry didn't mind the work. His labors eased his mind while making his mind tired enough that when he went to sleep and had his seemingly inevitable nightmares concerning Voldemort they would not cause him to awaken or cry out (much). If he did awake from his dreams his body seemed to have no trouble going back to sleep.
'Perhaps this is Dumbledor's idea of therapy', Harry mused to himself.
Harry's return to existence at Privet Drive following the Tri-Wizard Cup was really anti-climactic. Aside from giving the Weasley Twins his winnings from the Tournament and promising to write his friends this summer on the ride home nothing much had happened to connect him to the Wizarding world.
'Nobody has written me yet but considering we all have only been home a day and I doubt my friends miss me as much as I miss them I guess this is only to be expected. What's bothering me is that I haven't even gotten my daily copy of the 'Prophet'! I did pay for that. "I wonder what the problem is?'
Unfortunately for Harry his momentary burst of anger had energized his mind guaranteeing that he would be unable to simply drift off into sleep. Feeling his stomach rumble at its emptiness Harry turn over to look at the 'meal' that had been delivered through the doggy-door his uncle had installed in his door.
'Stale cheese sandwich. My favorite.' Harry sighed, but his stomach would not be denied and he inhaled it. He savored the cool glass of water; however, as he noticed that he was severely dehydrated and needed to keep the food and water down if he was going to survive the summer.
Saving half his water ration for later that night Harry studied his cousin's room. Once again new stacks of toys rested haphazardly around the room. While not seeming to completely cover the floor like it had the years before the mess would still make living and studying in the room difficult.
As he was too tired to attempt his school work Harry didn't much mind the mess, but figured he still had it in him to arrange it so that he would have some space to move around the room. Locating a box to put the broken items in was his first order of business and once that was done Harry began the sorting.
Toss. "Crash!"
Fling. "Shatter!"
Heave. "Whap!"
'Whap?' Harry asked himself. He hadn't really paid attention to the last object as it have been black and the room was dark though it felt like it had been heavy and smooth.
Peering into the box through the dim light Harry saw ' ... is that a book?'.
Harry knew that there were some books that had been bought for Dudley over the years, but the numbers had tapered off as it became obvious to even his own family that Dudley just wasn't interested in the written word.
Now, however, Harry noticed that the rest of the stack he was about to go through consisted of either books or colorfully printed cardboard boxes. Neither of these items could Harry see Dudley using, as the last time he had touched a puzzle in primary school Dudley had used a pair of scissors on the top of the puzzle box to make it actually look like he had completed it.
With his interest piqued Harry grabbed the pile and moved it on top of Dudley's second bed so he could get a better look. On top of the pile was a box labeled "BATTLE FOR MACCRAGE" showing an picture of several men in over sized blue armor wielding huge guns and swords with chainsaw-like blades in an attempt to fend off a hoard of multi-limbed and clawed reddish-purple creatures.
"Hmmm, looks like Dudley opened this box intending to break whatever was inside, only to discover it comes packaged pre-broken!"
Setting the now-opened box aside Harry turned back to the book he had grabbed earlier. The hard bound book had at the top of the cover a stylized double-headed eagle acclaimed the name of the game 'Warhammer 40,000'. Below this was a large hammer with it's haft covered by a metal plated skull with the roman numeral 'IV' indicated that this was the fourth edition of the games rule set.
Opening the book to the first page Harry was treated to a black and white picture of a starry night with many lines of Gothic-type script which he read aloud.
"For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the golden throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed each day, for whom blood is drunk and flesh eaten. Human blood and human flesh – the stuff of which the Imperium is made.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. This is the tale of those times. It is a universe you can live in today – if you dare - for this is a dark and terrible era where you will find little comfort or hope. If you want to take part in the adventure then prepare yourself now. Forget the power of technology, science, and common humanity. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for there is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter and the laughter of thirsting gods.
But the universe is a big place and, whatever happens, you will not be missed..."
"Wow, what a happy place the future is! Someone should share this with Voldemort. Maybe he'll change his mind about wanting to be immortal!", exclaimed Harry.
Horrified by what he was reading and yet strangely intrigued by the dark imagery of the book as it matched his own mood Harry chose to read further. The book was a more detailed version of the written instructions found in the box he had lying open, detailing how the game would progress with each player's infantry squads alternately moving, shooting, and fighting each other in had to hand combat before either retreating or advancing on their defeated enemy. The rules for players to do the same things using their army's tanks, futuristic hovercraft, and / or bi-pedal walkers were included.
Interspersed with the various rules and at the bottom of every page were quotations from the fictional great leaders of the Imperium of Man.
'The only reaction to treachery is vengeance.' Harry read to himself. Immediately an image of Wormtail escaping from justice only to later kill Cedric came to mind. Irritated, Harry flipped to the next page's quote, which read 'Compromise is akin to Treachery.' This gave Harry pause as it brought to mind Minister Fudge and his dealings with those men that Harry knew were not only blood purists but Death Eaters.
"Know your Duty", Harry read aloud.
'But what is my duty?', Harry asked himself.
"True Happiness stems only from Duty".
'But what is my duty?'
"If a man dies that another should live, that man's spirit shall eat at the Emperor's Table"
" I guess that means they go to heaven."
Harry's mother had died to save him, and that death had fueled the blood wards that even now protected him. His father had been killed by Voldemort trying to buy him and his mother time to escape while Cedric had suffered a similar fate at the hands of Wormtail. Harry's belief that these people now lived in whatever form of heaven existed on the other side of death was not in doubt.
"But how do you win if dying in battle is your duty?"
'The reward for treachery is retribution'
"So that is my duty! If I defeat those enemies who have betrayed the magical world then I have achieved my duty, and if I fall in the attempt then so be it."
'What is the terror of Death? That we die our work incomplete. What is the joy of life? To die knowing our task is done.'
"Okay, so no dieing until I defeat Voldemort. That's nice. Now I just need you to tell me how I can do it!"
'Look to your wargear'
"What?", Harry asked the book. Harry pondered what items he had that could be loosely termed 'wargear' and realized that in his muggle-raised mind a wand was just not up to matching the term. A wand might make him powerful and Voldemort could cast the Killing Curse, but wands were not purpose-built for war. Most people used them for such mundane things as levitating a heavy object or turning a matchstick into a needle.
Now the Sword of Gryffindor, on the other hand…
'Blessed are the gunmakers.'
Harry had never been to a church in his life as his 'family' could be considered Anglican chiefly in the fact that that was the church they were currently not attending, but even he was sure that this was a misquote.
"I thought it was 'Blessed are the peacemakers'. I wonder how Voldemort will take getting shot with a muggle bullet? Where can I get a gun.? Wait, that's just crazy! Why do I need a gun, I must be going insane! I'm yelling at a book, and it's not even magical!"
'Only the insane prosper.'
"What does that mean. The craziest person I know is Voldemort…"
Here he was struck by a thought. Many good people had been destroyed by Voldemort and their deaths had brought him power as fear of him spread across the country. The more he killed the more the ranks of his Death Eaters swelled, and the more he prospered. The good people like his own parents had died while Voldemort had strengthened, and even when magical Britain thought that he had been defeated the loyalty of his followers was such that they had ambushed and tortured people like the Longbottom's.
"So how do I prosper?", Harry wondered aloud.
'Know your duty.'
'But what if my duty is unreasonable? I have to fight Voldemort almost every year, and while he has almost killed me every time I have never even gotten close to doing the same to him.
'Reason begets doubt: doubt begets heresy.'
"That's a load of crap!"
'We are bound by the blood of martyrs.'
This brought Harry to a halt. Voldemort had killed his parents and Cedric. He had almost killed Ginny. His followers had driven Neville's parents insane, caused Sirius to be put into prison, and kidnapped Alastor Moody to get at him! Harry Potter! These weren't the only crimes his enemies were guilty of but they were the ones he knew about, and for which blood had been shed on his behalf.
Harry understood that if he ran away or even died right now the bloodshed would continue. No one would be dieing on his behalf, but he would not be able to do his Duty, and that was to try to kill Voldemort and his followers.
"My Duty is Vengeance?", he asked lying back to looking at the ceiling. Harry thought about this. Would his friends agree with this? Would Sirius or Remus? Would Dumbledore?
Would his parents?
Leaning back in his chair Harry pondered these questions.
"Hermione? No. She has only felt that it was my… her's … well, our duty to do something when the adults could or would not."
"Ron? Depends on how pissed of he is. Unless it's Malfoy insulting his family or Hermione he tries to avoid battle."
Harry stopped and smiled when he thought of another time Ron wouldn't refuse battle, namely when Hermione started to nag him about almost anything. Homework came to mind.
"Ginny? Voldemort tried to kill her with his book, but I suppose you could also say it was Malfoy Sr. that tried to kill her too."
'Does Ginny seek vengeance? I don't know her that well. Maybe I should since I consider her a friend.'
"Sirius and Remus? Yes." They wanted Wormtail dead for his betrayal of them and his parents, and it was doubtful they had any warm, fuzzy feelings for Voldemort. Harry felt that his decision to deny them this revenge, which he realized was their 'Duty' when Wormtail was captured, had lead directly to the death of Cedric and the rebirth of Voldemort.
"Dumbledore?" Harry doubted it. He was almost positive that Dumbledore didn't know the meaning of the word 'vengeance' as he was rather lenient with people who supposedly came back to the Light like Snape.
'My parents?' The specters of his parents that were forced from Voldemort's wand when he and Harry dueled in the Riddle Manor cemetery seem to be gentle. Harry supposed that because they were merely 'echoes' of the living people they represented in a manner similar to magical paintings they were true to the nature of those that had lived. From this Harry could tell that they would have disagreed with the maxim he had just read.
'Then again they are dead. In fact every one of the people I morn who died or has been injured could be considered nice people. Not overly ambitious or with an evil bone in their body. Truly upright, strong, and (mostly) fair-minded people… and none of them have prospered. Instead, they are dead.'
Yes, Harry was beginning to notice a pattern here. It was not necessarily the case that the strongest or smartest people survived a life or death encounter. Both of his parents had been smart and strong at magic, as had many of Voldemort's victims.
It was not a simple matter of 'survival of the fittest' or raw power that decided the outcome of battles. Wormtail was a fairly weak wizard, but even he managed to kill a bunch of people and frame his godfather Sirius for the deed. At the same time, Harry managed to squeak out victories against Voldemort in both his weakened and reborn forms.
Good and evil did not even enter into the equation.
'Ninety-nine percent of the time the person who will win the fight is the one that wants to win that fight the most. Except for the love one has for someone they wish to protect all that matters is the drive to win!' Harry decided that this was his theory of choice.
'Voldemort wanted me dead as a child and wanted to kill those that got in his way, and until my mother placed the blood wards on me he was succeeding. Wormtail wanted his freedom from prison and achieved it. I beat Malfoy at Quidditch because he concentrated on keeping me from catching the snitch, whereas my concern is only to catch it. I beat Voldemort on those occasions he attacked me because my only purpose was to survive while he was concerned with becoming reborn or just showing off. The only exception to this is when I saved Ginny in second year. I didn't care about my survival only Ginny's and I almost died because of it.'
'If survival is not your primary objective, chances are you will at least get injured, if not killed. However, you probably will achieve your primary objective. Indeed, it is true that if a man dies that another should live, that man's spirit shall eat at the Emperor's Table.'
Harry's mind returned from its wool-gathering to consider his original point.
"What of the Ministry?" Harry knew that most people (like Minister Fudge) didn't even believe or want to believe that Voldemort had returned. He employed and had as advisors and friends such traitors as the Malfoys. How could the Aurors do their Duty if they were lead by such a man.
Turning again to the book he now clutched tightly in his hands he found the next passage both disturbing and comforting at the same time.
'There can be no bystanders in the battle for survival. Anyone who will not fight by your side is an enemy to be crushed.'
'There are many more people in the magical world that don't want to believe that Voldemort has returned than those wishing to know the truth. How will I deal with them when they try to silence me? I know they will because this is always what adults try to do with me when I am right, so how will I defend myself from the Rita Skeeters of the world? I won't be crushing them, they will crush me!'
'My armor is contempt.'
Harry gently closed the book and looked again at the "BATTLE FOR MACCRAGGE" box. The men in the blue armor whom he now knew from his reading were the genetically modified men called Space Marines fought upon an open plain. Against them were hordes of terrible bug-like aliens called Tyranids, whom they fought in hand to claw combat. From the rules he had read Harry knew that these aliens could tear through the marine's armor like paper. The aliens would literally kill and later eat their enemies, and the only safe way to kill them was at long range.
Yet these Space Marines, apparently lacking in artillery still fought and died for their Emperor and Humanity. Outnumbered, they held their ground. They did their Duty (which did not necessarily equate to 'survival'), they looked to their Wargear to take Vengeance on their enemies, and trusted in their Contempt for their enemies to protect them where their powered armor suits could not.
"So my defense against people like Skeeter is to hold them in contempt. Well, that should be easy. After all, I don't like her and she isn't a Tyranid so I don't have to worry about her eating me." Harry said to himself while smiling.
The table on his nightstand read 9:30 PM by this time. Figuring he had some time to kill before his aunt and uncle decided it was time for his lights-out (Dudley got to stay up for later for some reason) Harry went ahead and started writing his friends with his first letter going to the Weasley's. Mid way through Harry found his mood beginning to dip into the deep darkness that it defaulted towards since the Third Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Balling up and tossing his first attempt Harry re-wrote it sticking as much to a dry regurgitation of the facts as possible. After adding a personal note for Ron in the post script Harry moved on to write Hermione, Sirius, and Remus essentially the same letter. Bundling the letters up Harry was about to attach them to Hedwig before remembering that he had wanted to write separately to Ginny.
The thought also struck him that if he was going to write Ginny, he should also probably write Cho-Chang, Cedric's former girlfriend, too. She deserved an explanation for- well, everything.
Sitting back down Harry tried to decide which letter to tackle writing first. Coming to the conclusion that asking someone else about their problems was easier than telling them about your own Harry chose to write Ginny's letter first. Taking a deep breath he began to write.
Dear Ginny,
I'm not sure how to word this letter as I feel bad asking you this now so long after the fact. You see, I never asked you how you were doing after what happened in your first year. I just got caught up in my own life and figured 'Hey, she's alive. I saved her, and if there's anything wrong her parents will help her. Her family will probably smother her with comfort and she doesn't need me adding to it. She'd probably ask me to stop.'
Now that I'm a little older I realize that I might have been wrong. Your mother smothers me with her hugs when I come to visit you, but I now know that she is trying to make up for what she feels I don't get when I'm here with my aunt and uncle. You, on the other hand, have to compete for attention with all you siblings, and even if they themselves care for you, you are like me and really don't like to be babied.
I guess I want to know if you were able to cope well with everything that happened. I mean that I want to know if I can do anything to help you now. Are people treating you differently now? Is Draco and his goons giving you grief at school?
I hope the Slytherins are leaving you alone. It was Draco's dad who gave you that diary. He got Hagrid arrested and sent to Azkaban and even got Dumbledore fired.
After I fought the Basilisk and Fawks rescued all of us, Mr. Malfoy came to tell Dumbledore that the Board of Governors had voted to close the school because you were 'dead'. All Dumbledore did was show him the diary and said that the Board had changed their minds and that he 'hoped that none of Mr. Riddles old school things would find their way into the hands of students'.
When Voldemort got his body back this summer after having Cedric Diggory killed he summoned his Death Eaters back to him. When Voldemort told them that he felt they had abandoned them Malfoy took off his mask and knelt before him that they had all lied to cover their asses but had never truly given up the cause.
Ginny, I had Gryffindor's sword in my hand that day in Dumbledore's office. Malfoy had his back to me. I had already killed a Basilisk that day, and I can't help but wish I had done the same to Malfoy. The world would be a better place. Dumbledore and I could have covered it up, made it look like self defense. As it is, Malfoy tried to attack me just a few minutes later when he found out I had cost him his house-elf by tricking him. Dobby, the house elf defended me, though.
Well, I suppose Malfoy had to be alive to be able to free Dobby.
Sorry, I didn't intend to burden you with my problems. Sometimes I just get so frustrated with the way things are going. I just wanted to let you know I'm here to lend you a friendly ear… or is it 'pair of eyes' this summer if you need talk about things. And when we get back to Hogwarts I promise to not worry so much about my problems and to pay attention to those around me. I know that my relationship with Hermione and Ron suffered because of this same thing happening last year and I think that those of us that are friends should stick together this year.
I think we're all going to need each other now more than ever.
Your Friend,
Harry
Looking back over his latest letter Harry realized he had been much more forthcoming in this letter about what he was really thinking than in his others, especially when it came to Malfoy Sr. Looking at the clock Harry saw that it was after midnight so he decided to stop for the night. Tying the letters to Hedwig, Harry kept his letter to Ginny separate, giving the snowy owl instructions to deliver it separately to Ginny. Opening the window Harry let her wing off to some temporary freedom.
Harry didn't have long to envy his owl's easy getaway from Privet Drive before said uncle's melodious voice shouted up to him that his light was going off. A moment later the manual circuit breaker for his room was tripped plunging Harry into darkness. Figuring now was a good time to sleep with the exhaustion of the day catching up with him Harry cleared off Dudley's bed. Gently placing the Games Workshop products next to the bed for later study but not bothering to remove his work cloths Harry laid down on the bed and was quickly off into a deep sleep.
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Soundtrack Theme #2
Artist: Michael Kamen
Track Title: The Forward Decks
Album: 'Event Horizon: Selections From The Motion Picture Soundtrack'
Harry stood up from the ground and brushing the dirt from his body noticed he was wearing is Hogwarts Champion uniform. Looking around he saw that he was once again returned to the inky darkness of the Riddle Manor cemetery.
"Wands out Harry?", asked a voice beside him.
Harry turned to his right to be greeted by the sight of a just beginning to decompose Cedric Diggory. Cedric smiled at him causing some worms that had roosted between his teeth to become exposed. Taking a step towards Harry the apparition's shrunken left eye fell out of its socket only to dangle on the side of its face by a few strands of muscle.
Harry took three halting steps back away from the apparition before coming up against something solid. Looking up he saw the grinning bare skull with a few wisps of red hair clinging to the top. "Harry my baby!" the skull exclaimed in his mother's voice.
Quickly reversing directions Harry saw with growing horror that the skeleton with his mother's voice was wearing the outfit she wore the night she was killed protecting him.
A skeletal hand rested itself on his shoulder as a voiced said, "Come on son, it's over."
Harry could guess whose voice that was but resisted the urge to turn around to see the decomposing corpse of his father. Grasping the skeletal hand on his shoulder he felt the bones of the hand creak and he threw off its grip. In a trembling voice he asked "What do you mean, it's over?"
"You know exactly what we mean Harry.", the voice of Remus Lupin reached his ears before he saw his corpse stagger towards him. A large and obviously fatal head wound still leak blood down his travel-worn brown suit and robes. "You resist the Dark Lord's will, and every time you do people die. If you keep standing in his way he will destroy all you love and care for!"
"But you aren't dead!" Harry cried out. He found himself being backed up toward the headstone of Voldemort's father by the press of the corpses now surrounding him. Continuing to back up so he could face the even now enlarging crowd he found himself tripping over something. While trying to crawl back to his feet he came face to face with his godfather Sirius. His godfather didn't great him with words of doom, however, as it became quickly apparent that he was actually still alive. He was just sitting there, though. His mouth hanging open and his eyes blank.
Harry realized a Dementor had sucked out his soul.
"That is only a matter of time." Said a cloaked figure from the mist behind Remus. Out of this mist came the figures of all his friends in various states of death. Ron looked as though he'd been run over by the night bus. Neville was relatively intact as he had apparently only suffered the Killing Curse. The Weasley Twins had been used by Death Eaters to test some of there own more 'experimental' joke products and were still showing the signs of this.
Voldemort finally strode from the mist trailed by three figures dressed in simple white robes. On the left was Hermione, and to the right was Cho Chang. Ginny stood in the middle.
Quickly making his way toward Harry, Voldemort caused Harry to again trip over his godfather and smash backwards against the headstone. Before he could run to the side to get away he felt the statue of the Angel of Death above him on the headstone reach down, trapping him against it.
"Apparently Ms. Chang's only regret before she died was that she was going to die a virgin. Hearing this, the father's of some of your fellow students- namely Mr. Malfoy, Crabby, and Goyle- decided to make men out of their sons. I sorry I could not control them." Voldemort stated plainly.
"Ladies, please show Mr. Potter the results."
As the girls opened their robes Harry tried to turn his head away and screw his eyes shut. The statue forced his head around and from somewhere the severed hand of Wormtail forced his eyes open.
Harry screamed in horror, and rage. It went on for a while before tapering of into a tone of hurt and defeat.
Voldemort moved close to him, blocking the horror of the vision before him.
"Harry." Voldemort said beseechingly. "You can end this. No more of this needs to happen, and I promise, on my honor to leave your friends alone. None of my followers will harm them. You just need to do one thing for me Harry. I need you to leave whatever protections Dumbledore has you under. You need to go somewhere into the wizarding world Harry so I can kill you. Then the war can end. Then your friends will be safe."
Harry looked at Voldemort in stunned silence. He turned his gaze to look at the horror of the dead stretching out before him. He locked eyes or eye-sockets with each one in turn before turning back to Voldemort with hate-filled look.
"Bullshit! You have no honor and you'd just kill them after I was gone!"
Realizing that he had failed to make a convincing argument Voldemort back up from Harry and with an evil grin pointed his wand at him. In front of Harry the ground opened to reveal a now opened and empty casket at the bottom of a deep hole.
"Avada Kedavra"
Harry saw a green light hit him and at the same time the statue release him. He felt himself falling into the open grave face first and his last thought was that dead people shouldn't fear falling.
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Harry found himself slamming down hard on a wide darkened hallway. Standing up again he found that that without wanting to move his footsteps made no sound as he made his way along the dark marble floor. The deserted hallway ended in a door. Approaching closer a bright light began to emanate from behind it, causing the edges of the door to stand out.
"I must have it!", said a voice not his own.
Harry saw his 'hand' reach out to the doorknob. The skin of his hand was pale and reptilian. Twisting the knob he wrenched open the door and looked upon…
Harry hissed in pain while clutching at his forehead with both hands. It felt like someone was splitting his head open with an ax. He found his anger from the first, now fading dream still near at hand. With a burst of adrenaline and rage the pain in his head seemed to ebb away.
'I'd better let Dumbledore know about this. He might be able to tell me what is going on.'. Getting up to write his letter he noticed that Hedwig had already returned from her mail delivery run. Deciding that his first dream was a little too personal to explain to the Headmaster, Harry wrote about his second dream in as much detail as he could before sending Hedwig off on her second journey of the night.
Finding his body now exhausted from his adrenaline rush Harry laid back on his bed and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Soundtrack Theme #3
Artist: Ronnie James Dio
Title: Dream Evil
Album: 'Diamonds: The Best of Dio'
Modified 06/06/2008
Author's Notes: Yep I'm going there. The land of no return that is a Warhammer 40,000 / Harry Potter crossover. Given that J.K. Rowling never allowed Harry to kill a Death Eater with a spell, much less a gun, and that when asked at a convention if he had read the latests Harry Potter novel, a senior member of the rules development and editorial staff at Games Workshop said "Harry who?", you'd figure that these two fictional universes are completely incompatible.
Well, they are!
This story isn't just for those people that started muttering to themselves around book five of the series that 'Harry needs to go get a gun'. It's for those of us that thought Harry needed to get a plasma gun... and a force sword... and some friggin' power armor with a jump pack. Hell, give him and the male members of the D.A. some space marine implants and let him kick some ass (the ladies can have the power armor too, but since the implants would kill them they can't have any).
For those of you that have no idea what I'm talking about, go look it up on the companies website or wikipedia. If you go to the corporate website click on the 'Warhammer 40,000' tab on the left side of the screen. Look up 'Space Marines', 'Tyranids', and for the ladies the 'Sisters of Battle' sections.
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