Author's note
Thanks to Grimmuald and insaneduck for reviews, remember if there's any suggestions to improve my writing go ahead. This chapter hasn't got much of a re-write but it is only a transition chapter after all. Remember that Arovian does have a speech impediment, it's not just me not being able to spell. Have fun.
Disclaimer
I don't own really anything especially Warhammer 40000 or Blood Ravens, only my original storyline and characters that aren't worth anything anyway. This goes to Games Workshop and Relic.
Trouble Among the Emperor's Chosen
Chapter 2 – Embarrassment, Laughing and Heresy
Where we left off – Brother Sergeant Arovian Peral was looking at the files on the data pad. Will the soldiers be competent? Will he remember to turn off his power boots? Do blessed combat rations taste better than their non-blessed counterparts? Lets find out.
After reading the opening paragraph, Arovian mentally asked the Emperor for forgiveness. A simple, "good luck" was it in its entirety. While attempting to scroll down a pop-up sprang appeared, blocking the entire screen. It read, "Do you wish to enable read helper?" Arovian quickly selected no, then it activated anyway. "Shitty firewallus," he mumbled too quietly for his vox-caster to broadcast. Although it wouldn't of made a difference.
"Greetings, I am the read helper version 3.01," burst the high pitched machine voice. "Do you wish to continue?"
"Heresy!" yelled Arovian, embarrassed and enraged.
"Heresy is not a valid answer, please re-state your response."
"Deactivate you damned heretical machinium!"
"You must be an administrator to disable this application."
"Grr, continuate then," he said, the pad miraculously understanding
"Very well, I will begin with Sergeant Maxwell's personnel reports. He is who you will be replacing."
The high pitched computerised voice changed (To Arovian's relief) to that of a grizzled sounding Cadian.
"Where do I start? You're the lucky bastard who gets my spot *laughs*. There's nothing you can do to prepare for the biggest bunch of luckiest, most unpleasant, dumbshits the guard has to offer."
Arovian was thankful he wasn't wearing power-fists, after doing a huge face palm. Ignoring the muffled laughing behind him.
"First off you've got 'Lucky', Private Jack Friar. He is immortal, don't question it. Unfortunately he's got less brains than an Ogryn. You'll recognise him as the awkward looking kid. "
"Second is 'Fireworks', Private Katie Grate. She's the dark-skinned mental one with explosives everywhere and I mean a truck load of them. Never forget to watch her at all times or you'll be scattered over several hundred metres."
"Third is 'Silver', I don't know who the hell he is. If you think you're in command just forget it. Dunno how he got his name but don't bother ordering him around, he won't listen. He just kills shit, and he does it like a machine.
"Last you have 'Flames' Sandy Dutchenson. She gets her name not only from being hot, but cause she will burn you to death if you piss her off. She takes orders as well as Silver, but with more yelling. Silver is the only person she'll listen to. That's pretty big since he hardly ever talks at all."
"Well that's about all you need to know. I'm off to GenericBeachWorld3, have fun."
Arovian struggled not to jump up and strangle the battle-brothers snickering only metres behind him. Then annoying computerised voice reactivated.
"Do you wish me to read the Emperor's salad recipe?"
Immediately he stood and turned to face the laughing Marines. They quickly became silent, barely holding roaring laughter. Arovian activated his powered boots (See he did deactivate them) and the marines desperately tried to be serious, their helmet-less faces screwing up in effort.
Several seconds passed and their faces where going red, eyes darting around for an escape. It was in vain. One Marine burst out laughing and received a kick that would have made King Leonidas proud. The powered boot knocking the near 1000 kilogram giant cleanly through the Thunderhawk's armour and out the other side. Unfortunately straight into the Battlebarge's hanger. In front of the Chapter-Master and everyone else important. Definitely an awkward moment.
"It's over there," pointed the Chapter-Master, his aim unerring and true. His finger pointing exactly to the Thunderhawk several kilometres away through walls of the armoured warship. He stood shaking his head. He had to go, now.
Arovian travelled in the direction that the Chapter-Master had pointed in, at least he thought he did. After ten minutes he was lost. He decided to go find the nearest person to get some directions. After spotting what seemed to be a marines quarters, he quickly knocked on the door.
"Come in," said a voice, muffled through the door.
Arovian opened the door and to his surprise found himself in the Chapter-Masters own quarters.
They were deceptively large, and the decoration was very ornate. What Arovian wondered most of all was how the Chapter-Master had finished his meeting, got back here and sat down to read in this time. He then remembered, mere feats of impossibility were common among the more bad arse members of the Imperium. Sighing, he walked up to the desk to the oblivious Chapter-Master.
"I am in need of further directionatum," Arovian managed to say.
He did not expected a high pitch squeal from the Chapter-Master. By some enormous consequence, the frequency of his squeal was also the resonance frequency of his powerboot activation switch. Unprepared for the activation, the boots flung Arovian around the room, wreaking havoc on not only the walls but also the priceless artefacts displayed on them.
The now visibly murderous Chapter-Master started pointing. Yet again perfectly at the Thunderhawk, despite it being moved in the time that Arovian was in the quarters. Without a word Arovian backed away and walked to the transport, a new adventure about to begin.
End of Chapter 2