Hi again sorry this hasn't been updated in ages – I wasn't sure if I should continue it as I didn't receive ANY reviews so please review this time! I would also like to add that the chapters don't run back to back but are close together but don't worry war will be soon. REMEMBER TO REVIEW... please? Oh and I sorry these are so short each but it is easyer to have them kinked if they are.

Chapter2 – Yes, Inquisitor?

'I would like to remind you lot that the 'OMG I'm soooo hard' pricks are due to arrive today.' Said Chapter Master Stressius to the complete Space Marine Chapter – excluding 10th company who ate somewhere else – seated in front of him, at the Breakfast hall. 'Don't you mean the Inquisition, sir?' whispered Company Champion Placid in Stressius's ear, timidly. 'Of course I mean the fucking Inquisition to twat' screamed Stressius back at him, putting flem all over his face. So the whole hall could hear. 'Oh great' cried out one of the Sargent from 6th company. 'Indeed, but don't worry he... will be dealt with' replied the Chapter Master, smirking. 'What does he mean by that?' came a squeaky voice from 9th company. 'It means he's going to be killed you little idiot' shouted back a 1st company veteran. 'Yeah come here and say that!' yelled the devastator as he stood up, revealing his height of 4ft 3".' OK then I will' And with that yet another fight broke out at the breakfast hall. Stressius made the whole assault company infertile from kicks to the groin. Chair legs where banned for 'public safety' and spinach also became illegal at breakfasts.

Stressius woke the next day with 2 of the female gun crew members the next day (well, they have 2 hearts) and, for the first time ever he didn't smash his alarm clock as it hadn't been set. He had planned to over sleep and miss the Inquisition member that was due today. A rap at the door caused Stressius to lob his 2 friends into his armoury, setting off half a dozen bolters in the process. 'Enter' he said, trying to look calm as servitors moved in to clear up the mess and he slung on his robes. CC Placid poked his head round the door and, barely whispered 'He's hear, sir' 'But they're not due 'till tomorrow' Stressius's stress levels where rising, 10 minutes after waking. 'Tell that to him' came the reply as a member of the Gray Knights stepped through the door. 'Yes,Inquisitor?' inquired Stressius, reaching for his holstered melta-pistol – a new prototype weapon developed by the Chapter's 'Stress release Department' 'Leave it' said the Inquisitor, using his psychic abilities to detect Stressius's thoughts 'You have killed enough of us already, I am here to arrest you for being a her...' His sentence was cut short as the melta-pistol blasted his head off. 'Or not, sir'