First off, congradulations to As If You Cared for being my 13th review. Here's your prize. -plops a sickeningly adorable Ripper into his arms- Here you go.

Ripper: -smiles, revealing row after row of sharp teeth-

Careful, he's a biter.

Okay, now that that bit of random stupidity is out of the way, to answer some reviews.

To everyone who offered to write or offer ideas: I will of course accept any ideas. I won't promise to use them or write them out, but if I see one I like I'll certaintly try to fit it in at some point and give credit for the idea to its creator.

Brother Chimo: Yeah, I admit the preview isn't exactly steller. Still, it serves its purpose.

Imperial Bob: Now that's not true. The Emperor's Children and other servants of Slaneesh LOVE the Bolter Bit**s. Main reason I didn't use the Emperor's Children as my Chaos faction to be honest. But as is becoming my motto, who knows what the future brings?

Macha: Me.

Shut the hell up.

Lok: Yeah, I do enjoy writing for the Orks. Surprisingly, I find them one of the easiest factions to write for. Combined with their penchant for utter stupidity in both 40K and Warhammer Fantasy, they'll be the main comedy force running around. But don't think I'm forgetting they Imperial Guard or the Sisters.

Isador Akios: Yeah, my grammer is a bit poor. I may have one of my friends start proofreading for me. ... Or finally get a working copy of Microsoft Word. I write all this out in Wordpad. As for the Sisters and the "They" and "Thy", yes, that actually was a mistake on my part. I'll go back and edit the chapters a bit to fix that little error once I have this posted. Thanks for catching it for me.

Bezerkoid: Well, read ahead and see for yourself.

Icee: Right. About. ...... Now.

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Grunting after walking out of my Psych class, I went straight for the cafeteria, dropping it down on an empty table in the back and thudding my head down onto it, laying there face down as the thunk echoed, drawing a few looks. I ignored it.

Yeah, that was special. I spent so much time rounding up the Orks or keeping the Adeptus from tearing apart my laptop that I forgot to study AGAIN. My grades were going to start tanking HARD soon. Hitting my head on the table again, I bit back a curse.

I could kick them all into the street. ... Literally. Maybe I'd get lucky and a bus would run them over. Or toss them into the river. I doubt Space Marines and Sisters could swim in all that armor. Or set them on fire. The Sisters would appreciate the irony.

Of course, everytime I did that I ended up picturing them looking up at me with big, questioning eyes, asking me "Why?". It was like killing a bunch of kittens.

.... Spikey kittens .... with guns .... but the point was the same.

Hitting my head again, I muttered a curse under my breath. I was screwed, plain and simple. I couldn't get rid of the bastards and I couldn't study with the little helions ripping my place up. Again I smacked my head into the table.

"Little"

Thud.

"Hellraising"

Thud.

"Sons"

Thud.

"Of"

Thud.

"Bit-"

"Your going to give yourself a concussion if you continue as you are Mon-Keigh."

Freezing with my forehead an inch from the table, my head slowly turned, looking to my right, towards my bookbag. There, standing infront of a bag I didn't leave unzipped, was Macha, leaning on her spear, watching my with her head cocked curiously to the side. When I looked at her, a faint smile tugged at her lips.

"Tell me, is it theramutic for you Mon-Keigh to hurt yourselves?"

Biting back a curse, I slid my seat nosily so I was sitting infront of her and my bag, blocking it from view, my voice a harsh whisper.

"What the hell are you doing here!?"

Macha frowned at my voice, as if annoyed by the tone. "I would assume the same as the others. I was curious to see this college you were always running off to."

"....." A scowl slowly crossed my lips. "What others!?"

Grabbing my bag, I dumped it out onto the table. Books, notepads, a calculator, and some pens and such fell out ... along with a tumble of small bodies.

The Sisters were the first to recover, Teresa and two of her "Seraphim" looking up at me, a sheepish grin on her unarmored face. "My .... My lord. We were ... just seeking to maintain your security."

About a dozen orks were yelling at eachother, smacking at eachother with meaty hands as they tried to disentangle themselves from a massive dogpile. Next to them, four of the lighter armored Space Marines I had heard called "Scouts" were scanning around the room, one of them holding a particularly large sniper rifle and heavier armor. When the leader noticed me, he froze. I was trembling with anger, my eyes smoldering.

"You ... idiots!! You think I want people knowing I have a couple pint sized armies running around my house!?"

Macha peeked her head around me to the cafeteria, her voice soft. "Then perhaps you should not appear to be talking to yourself Mon-Keigh."

Freezing, I slowly turned my head around. Almost every table was looking at me, conversation mostly stopped. Face flushing, I swallowed, looking at them. "What!?"

Everyone looked away, conversation picking up and reaching a comfortable din again as I looked back to the others, my voice much lower. "Damnit, what the hell are you doing here!?"

Macha idly toyed with her spear, looking around. "I was curious to see what was outside your home. I know everything is much larger here ... but it is still quite jaring."

Teresa stood to her full height, her two Seraphim flanking her. "And you cannot expect us to leave you without a guard milord! What if something should happen?!"

The scout captain rested his rifle on his shoulder, snorting faintly. "We saw the Orks attempting to flee and thought we should follow them, make certain they did not have a cache of weapons or something hidden."

My glare turned to the orcs, who were still bickering and shoving at eachother. "And you idiots!?"

One of them, the largest of the group, probably their "Nob", as they called their leader, looked up at me, blinking stupidly. "Uhhh .... Dunno boss. Just thought there'd be good fightin with ya."

Sighing, I slapped my palm over my face, closing my eyes and muttering to myself. "Don't cause a scene, don't cause a scene."

Macha stepped forward, tapping her staff faintly. "Mon-Keigh, this is not our world. We know nothing but what you tell us. Are you surprised we would wish to see and learn more for ourselves?"

Blinking, I lowered my hand. "And what happens if someone sees you? I'm betting there would be some Area 51 nuts who would love to do a REAL alien autopsy."

Macha snorted faintly. "Many Mon-Keigh have tried. I am not afraid."

"They were never 20 times larger then you."

Macha frowned, clutching her spear a bit tighter, but I saw I had hit a nerve. Heedless, I pressed on.

"Look, I'm stuck with you little bastards. I gotta look out for you. And that means YOU can't go off half cocked like you would in your own world! Your guns don't do much more then sting, same with your swords. An army of you would probably not do much more then piss off a full grown adult. You want me to take care of you idiots? Then start LISTENING!"

"...." Macha's head slowly lowered, gripping her spear tightly. "... You are right Mon- ... Human."

I blinked, leaning back a bit. I hadn't expected an agreement. I expected her to play superior or something, not apologize.

"This is not our world. And in its own ways it is more dangerous then our own. We cannot know what to expect here. We must rely on you to protect us. ... I believe we were right to be curious ... but we should have told you what we were doing."

Her head slowly bowed. Teresa hesitated, then did the same, the Celestian's following her example. The Scouts didn't bow, but they shifted uneasily, looking amongst one another. And the Orks .... well, the Orks got into another arguement and started slapping at eachother.

"... Alright ... maybe ... maybe we can start getting you guys out a little ... I mean, if we're careful ... but not a lot of you. And no more surprises!"

Macha nodded, a smile pulling at her lips. And I couldn't help but wonder if I just got played. She was smart and according to Teresa and Shrike, manipulative as hell. But I couldn't know for certain. I just had to trust I made the right choice.

One of the scout's looked up, gesturing behind me with wide eyes. "Contact!"

My head snapped around, looking behind me. What I saw dropped my jaw.

Now, I suppose I should explain something about myself. You see, I don't fit into the crowds, not really. Not athletic, though I can play a game of pickup ball decently well. Not particularly intelligent, though I can put you through a rather long winded debate on theology or politics. Basically what I'm trying to say is I don't stand out of the crowd in any way, shape, or form. Put me up against a brick wall and the wall will stand out more.

And we've all known "That Girl" at one point or another. The girl that, when she walks into a room, she grabs all eyes. The one that, if you throw her into a canvas sack and shave her head, she would still look like a model and probably have everyone else doing it within the week. Popular, stunning, intelligent, the whole laundry list.

Melissa, Mel to her friends (Which I didn't happen to be one of), was that girl here. A cheerleader for the college football team, so she was already the fantasy of about 80% of the student population, with a 3.8 GPA, which made her the fantasy of the other 20%. I don't think I had said more then five words to her in the course of two years of college.

And she was walking right towards me, flashing a smile that was all pearly whites and straight edges.

I suddenly realized what a deer in headlights must feel like.

Shit, what was she coming over here for?! Had she heard me talking to Macha and the others!?

Remembering them, I quickly snapped my head back to the table, about to whisper to them to get into the bag when I felt a hand drop onto my shoulder. With my nerves suddenly frayed to the breaking point, I had to fight to keep myself from jumping.

"Excuse me. Ummm .... Michael right?"

Now, if you've ever had a girl get your name wrong, you know that this is a kick to the ego like no other. You literally get chopped down about halfway.

"Shawn actually."

A flush covered her cheeks as Melissa laughed. "Oh, of course! I'm such a scatterbrain sometimes. When you meet so many people ... Well anyways, its not important. Listen, we're in Psych together, right?"

And World History, not to mention Political Science and Trig 101, but that didn't seem prudent to mention right now.

"Uh ... yeah ...."

"I knew it! Listen, I accidently threw out my assignment paper when I was cleaning out my bag. Could I just steal a quick peek at yours, just so I can jot down what it was? Please!?"

"I ... Yeah, sure ...."

Turning, I reached for my bag, trying to block her sight of it ... and froze, looking at the table. Everyone had just ... frozen, holding their weapons, aiming at invisible targets. The scouts had fallen into a rough semi-circle, bolters pointing outward, their sergant resting his cheek against his rifle, sighting down it at some target far away. Teresa and the Celestian's had also pulled their weapons, the two jetpack equipped Sisters looking ready to spring to the air, bolter pistols pointed ahead, Teresa raising her sword as if to strike down some invisible sword, a cry frozen on her lips.

Macha stood apart from the others, her spear held before her, ready to strike out, its tip hovering above the table, motionless. And the Orks .... shit, the Orks were gone!!! I fought down the urge to panic, waiting from them to start moving again even as Melissa leaned over me, looking at the pint sized soldiers, a soft gasp escaping her.

Oh shit, I was caught. I was screwed, I was screwed, I was-

"Wow! They look so lifelike!"

... I was saved!

Melissa leaned closer to Macha, studying her intently.

"I mean ... wow. I've heard of people collecting little figures like these, but I never knew they were so real. Are they yours?"

"I ... Yeah! I ... I collect them. Have for a long time."

Digging into my bag, I searched for the paper, praying they could hold those poses for just a bit longer. I had just begun to pull it out when I saw Melissa reaching out to pick up Macha.

"Don't!"

Her hand jerked back like I had burned it, her eyes darting to me. I flushed, handing her the paper.

"I ... I just painted them. I ... I wouldn't want you to get your hands covered with it."

She flushed pink, taking the paper. "Oh. I ... sorry. I just ... I mean, they look so real. I swear, that one looked like it moved."

Shifting, I squirmed in my seat as she wrote down onto a spare sheet of paper our assignment, chewing on her lower lip before handing it back to me, smiling.

"Thanks! Sorry to bother you when your working."

Flushing, I shook my head, glancing at the table.

"Yeah ... I mean, its no problem."

Looking at the table, she smiled again.

"... I seriously can't get over how lifelike they look."

Turning her head to me, she shifted faintly. "Maybe ... you can show me your other work sometime."

Before I could say anything, someone called her name from across the cafeteria, drawing a wave from her as she rushed off to talk to them. Once she was gone, I held my breath for a five count before dropping facedown onto the table, my heart beating again. Shit, that had been to close.

"... Never have a seen an uglier Mon-Keigh."

Blinking, I turned my head to look at Macha, who was glaring past me at Melissa's retreating back, Teresa standing next to her and nodding in agreement.

"I agree. Her hair? Completly impractical. It would do nothing but get in her way in a fight."

"Absolutely graceless to. Look at her, hobbling along."

"She couldn't even fill out a Novite's armor with that figure."

"Not to mention her chest. Clearly it has been augmented."

"And if her ass was any bigger she wouldn't be able to fit through those tables."

Blinking dumbly at the two, I looked to the Celestian's and Scouts, who were both looking amongst eachother, shrugging faintly at the two's behavior. If I didn't know better, I'd say the two were jealous.

Looking around, I quickly remembered the Orks, sitting up. "Where did those idiots go?"

((**))

Outside, Thomas and Joshua were sampling the latest from Joshua's dealer, lighting up under a large oak tree outside, savoring their latest find. Thomas was the first to notice it, elbowing Joshua and pointing out into the grass. When Joshua turned his head, he blinked a few times.

Moving through the grass was one of the little take out pizza boxes that the cafeteria sold, inching its way along through the clean cut grass, little green men carrying it, singing "Orks orks orks orks. Orks orks orks orks." in time with eachother as they carried it off.

The two stones blinked as one, watching it crawl past before looking at the blunt in each of their hands. It was Joshua that broke the silence first.

"... Man, he wasn't kidding. This IS some good shit."

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And thus do we come to the end of this chapter. You can expect the next one within a few days. Again, any ideas, send them my way. If I like them, I'll squeeze them in if possible. If not ... well, thank you for the contribution. Maybe the next one.