Author: Khuzdul
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"What do you mean you lost three entire Scout squads to pit traps? You are wearing power armor, damn you, just pull them out! Punji sticks? How can wooden sticks score kills against power armor? What? Punji sticks made out of captured Lightning Claws? Oh, you gotta be kidding me!"
Okay, this wasn't going well. He must refrain from calling the nearest Imperial Fleet station and order an Exterminatus on Catachan.
Breathe Guilliman. You can do it.
He was just ready to strangle Mortarion. The bastard looked so smug. And that damnable girl just wouldn't. Stop. Grinning.
Another call came over the command line.
"What do you mean you lost the Dreadnoughts? Hung upside down from trees?"
No, he wasn't going to start crying.
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Leman, Jaghatai and Mortarion were having too much fun for their own health. Roboute looked ready to bust something.
"Ohh, I don't think that shade of red is healthy." Commented Leman Russ softly.
"Shall we stock some antacids?" Jaghatai asked.
"Naah." Mortarion said after a short pause. "This is for his own good. You know how Father says we must learn humility."
"Does Father say that?" Leman answered.
Just as Mortarion opened his mouth to retort, Persephone poked his ear. "Ahh, that doesn't look good."
The Ultramarines Primarch had just torn the arm of the reinforced chair he was sitting in, and he was mangling the piece of hardened durasteel, his face a shade they would expect from Angron.
"Please tell me they didn't. Okay, can somebody explain to me how did we lose a squad's worth of Terminator armaments?"
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