King: I had to get this out there. I couldn't help it. The voting is still on, I usually give a week for that anyway, so I want to give that a little more time. But I couldn't help myself here.
Knox: Oh yeah? Enjoying yourself.
King: Yes. Now, let's get into it. I hope you all enjoy.
Inspiration: Warhammer 40K (and a particular dialog based on it)
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As everyone sits back into their chairs, King smiled at the crew. "Welcome back everyone." King chuckled as the groups all formed again. "Let's get right into it, shall we?"
"Sure." Saphron nodded. "Wonder what we're gonna get this time." She was already pulling out her notepad for ideas.
"One way to find out!" Knox hit the ready up and set things off.
The screen was dark with distant explosions in the background. Eventually, a closer explosion ripped the black away from the screen and showed a large tank rolling over an arid scene. It slowed and fired its turret into the distance. After a moment, soldiers ran up along the tank and toward the unseen enemy.
"So, it's a warzone this time?" Ironwood crossed his arms as he sat back properly.
"I wonder who they're fighting." Whitely stated.
The camera tracked one of the soldiers and revealed Jaune in green flak armor with a matching helmet. He held up a rifle forward and fired a round, revealing it to be a laser gun.
"Ooh!" Ruby was instantly interested. "That's so cool! Actual laser weapons!"
This outburst got Knox to snicker.
And that got Ruby to pause, "What?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Don't worry about it."
Jaune fired more rounds along with his fellow soldiers. He grit his teeth and steeled his nerves. Across from him was a hoard of what looked like green in the distance. Jaune knew better than to let up and planned to keep up the fight with his comrades. But the universe was rarely kind. Jaune noticed something rise into the air in the distance. "SCATTER!" Jaune shouted and moved away from the tank. The shell hit the tank dead on and destroyed it in a single shot.
Jaune was knocked off his feet by the blast. He grit his teeth and noticed one of his comrades was down and bleeding. He got to his feet and grabbed the man shouting, "We need a medic! Heading for cover!" He pulled the man toward a large outcropping of rocks. His unit moved and made for the cover as a medical soldier ran up along with them.
"So far so good." Winter commented, "They're helping their comrade despite circumstances and collecting themselves into a safer area."
"But who are they fighting?" Nora asked.
They all ducked in behind a rock structure and found it similar to a hollowed out structure. Deciding it was better to defend themselves on more sides, they made their way inside the structure. Jaune pointed to one of the other soldiers, "Johan! Get a sightline on the Xeno line and keep an eye out. Marston!" He pointed to the medic, "Get Kilroy patched up. It doesn't need to be perfect, just get him stable. I'll call in and get reinforcements."
"Taking charge, just like our fearless leader!" Nora was always happy to see take-charge-Jaune.
Johan used some old skills to climb up the hollow structure. He got himself set up and pulled his sniper rifle, ready to take a shot. He never got the chance. A heavy armored foot hit down against the edge of the opening. A massive shadow loomed with glowing red eyes. After a moment, the camera hung back down as a loud gunshot rang out. After a moment, Johan's body fell onto the ground, his entire left side blown open.
"Oh my gosh!" Whitely jumped in his chair. "What the heck was that?!"
Cinder felt her spine shake. No…
The figure slammed down from above, landing on one of the other soldiers, crushing him underneath the massive armored weight. With blood spattering his dark armor, the figure laughed. A familiar laugh.
"No…" Cinder groaned.
Tyrian, however, just laughed that same laugh. "So I am the armored behemoth now?"
Tyrian stood tall again, seven feet tall and adorned in black and bronze armor. His armor was covered in spikes, skulls, and lacked his helmet. He grinned with a maliciousness that bordered on sadism. He swung a large ax against Marston and revealed it to be modified with a chainsaw along the blade. The chain-ax swung through the medic and into the injured Kilroy, cutting them both in half and spreading their blood in every direction.
Tyrian started to laugh in sadistic glee. "Yes! YES! Kill them all!"
"Wait!" Weiss called out, "I thought they defended humanity. Why are they attacking like that?!"
But King and Knox were silent.
One of them tried to swing his own chain-sword at Tyrian, but failed to break the armor before the massive Marine grabbed him by his skull and crushed it with his hand. He swung the body around and into the other soldier to crush him against the stone and the force of the body. His ribs were crushed by the force and his breathing was impossible before Tyrian slammed his foot down on the man's head and popped his head like a grape.
Tyrian bounced in his chair, as giddy as a kid in a candy store with a hundred Lien. "Ooh-hoo~! I like this one the most so far!"
As Tyrian admired his handiwork, a laser bolt hit the shoulder of his armor. He turned to see Jaune, scared out of his mind but with his lasgun up in defiance. He shook as he fired another shot, only for the bolt to bounce off Tyrian's corrupted Ceramite armor. He fired another shot, aiming toward Tyrian's head, but his gun was damaged by the attack and it missed the marine entirely. He tried to adjust his aim after this, but Tyrian smacked him across the room. Jaune crumpled against the wall, groaning as his body ached.
"He'll be okay. Right?" Saphron asked the group.
No one could actually say otherwise or affirm it. They knew it was possible that he could die here. He only had to appear, he didn't have to be the main focus.
Tyrian watched as he tried to move, just laughing. He pulled his ax up before an idea came to him. He chuckled and moved away, looking back out the openings of the structure. After a moment, he smirked and began to mock the wounded man.
"Pity the Guardsman." Tyrian smirked as he started to turn back to Jaune, laughing as he struggled to move. "A weak sack of flesh destined to die for a dead god who never cared." Tyrian laughed in the face of Jaune, a simple man in service of the Imperium of Man and the God-Emperor of Mankind.
Tyrian started to chuckle, "Such wonderful mockery of that foul heathen~ Let him die knowing his failure."
Nora grit her teeth, losing strength again for wanting to punch that jerk in the face. Rules are rules.
Tyrian continued, "It spends its pitiful, brief life alone in its foxhole with nothing to keep him company or to keep him safe than the cheapest, most disposable equipment. Perhaps the glow of his lasgun will keep him warm at night." Tyrian began to walk around the room, eyes never leaving Jaune as he stepped harshly onto one of the bodies and crushed the body under his weight.
Jaune grit his teeth as blood began to fall over his eye.
Tyrian just laughed, condescendingly. "Me? As a servant of the Powers, I enjoy the delights of all this world and Warp have to offer. Power~ It courses through my veins. The gifts of the Chaos gods will soon overtake me, and one day I may ascend. But what does the Guard have to look forward to in his grim life? If he is lucky, he will feel nothing as my ax sends his soul to Khorne. He lives for a corpse god, and he shall join his god as a corpse. I shall spare a moment to think of his kind. And all I shall do is laugh. Hail Chaos!" He proceeded to laugh, knowing his victory was certain.
Nora narrowed her eyes in disgust. "Jerk." It was a single, simple word, but one that could still explain her sentiment. Nora rarely swore or called someone names worse than that, so it summed things up well for her.
As Tyrian laughed, Jaune grit his teeth before challenging. "You would laugh, but let me remind you of something."
Tyrian stopped, grin on his face, as he turned back to Jaune. What could he be up to? One last gasp of life?
"Within that weak sack of meat and bone, uncared for by his god and wept for by none, beats a heart. A human heart. A heart which carries with it the strength and courage of mankind. Within that sack is enclosed the hope, the will, and the fury of every man, woman, and child from every corner of the Imperium. Within that weak sack of flesh festooned in thin armor and weapons only powerful in numbers, beats the heart of a man. And for ten thousand years the hearts of men have beaten, strongly, in defiance of your so-called Powers. For ten thousand years, the hearts of men have stood united against a galaxy that despises them for no reason save that they have the audacity not to just lay down and die. For ten thousand years, your black crusades have been pushed back, beaten down, and maken a mockery of by weak sacks of flesh with cheap weapons and disposable equipment."
Jaune started to push himself up against the wall, a small symbol falling from his sleeve, revealing what looked like an I with a skull in it. He almost lost his footing, but he smirked up at the now annoyed Tyrian. "For that weak sack of flesh you so gleefully mock is no supersoldier, no immortal warrior, no creature cursed of Chaos like you. He is a man, drawn from some forgotten part of the galaxy to fight for his species and for the safety of the people he loves. He is a factory worker, a farmer, a shopkeeper, a brother, a father, a son, a mere man. And against creatures like you, teeming and numberless, powered by the very wills of thirsting gods… he holds the line. And he has held the line for ten thousand years!"
Tyrian had enough and moved closer to grab Jaune by his collar, holding him up with his ax raised and ready to cut Jaune to ribbons. However, he noticed a growing blue glow. He looked to the side and noticed a plasma gun in Jaune's hand.
Jaune raised the gun toward Tyrian, pointing at his unarmed head, "What's your excuse, monster?" The scene went bright blue with the sound of a plasma explosion.
"That's such a good line!" Yang cheered. "Taking that asshat down!"
Tyrian grumbled, annoyed at being outsmarted and presumably killed by such a basic thing like Jaune.
As the camera faded back to the scene, it showed a man in a decorated coat walking in. The battle was won, but a squad was unaccounted for. He found them here, mostly dead, and accompanied by the massive body of a Traitor Astartes missing his head. He looked up to see Jaune pushed up against the wall, barely breathing. His hands were burned and a bit of bone seemed to be exposed on his palm. If he could get help, he might still be savable. The burned out plasma gun told the man all he needed to know there.
Harriet recoiled at the damage done, but felt a certain appreciation for him as well. He was willing to do what he needed to in order to take out a major enemy like that.
He looked up toward Jaune, "You did well, soldier." The man pulled his auto-pistol from his holster as he walked toward Jaune.
"What's he doing?!" Marrow called out.
"This, I will explain." King spoke up again, "Chaos is a force that grows more powerful by knowing its existence. Knowing makes you vulnerable. And since Jaune, though already more knowledgeable than most, came face to face with one of Chaos' champions, he is a risk factor in the eyes of the Commissar. As such, he must be put down to ensure he doesn't fall to the Ruinous Powers."
The Commissar held up his pistol, ready to kill Jaune. "May your soul become one with the Emperor." He was about to pull the trigger before an armored hand fell onto the gun and pushed it down and out of aim toward Jaune.
Pyrrha let out a sigh of relief.
"Who saved him?" Velvet was very happy she didn't have to see him die.
The Commissar jumped back to see a woman in black armor with a white faceplate. Symbols around her armor showed a long, needle-esc triangle with angel wings. A member of the Adepta Sororitas' Order of Selection. Two more of the Sisters of Battle walked past the Commissar as he watched on in utter confused shock. The lead walked on and toward Jaune as the others intimidated the officer to stillness. She walked up to Jaune and knelt down next to him. She moved her hands underneath his body and lifted him from his state, his body hanging over her arms like a fallen champion. She turned to leave, keeping him in her arms as the other two moved forward and pulled up a heavy flamer for one and a multi-melta gun for the other. They both unloaded and melted the body of the Chaos warrior. The flames of righteous fury took hold and destroyed the unholy contaminate upon the planet. The scene slowly panned outward before fading out.
"Is he going to be okay?" Ruby asked, concerned for the alternate Jaune.
"Would you like to find out?" Knox grinned and snapped his fingers, already knowing the answer.
The screen showed as Jaune began to wake, slowly starting to lift himself off a bed. A knock got his attention, "Come in."
The door opened to reveal a Sister of Battle, helmet removed to reveal a white-haired Harriet addressing him, "Good morning, Arc."
Harriet blinked in surprise, "Why is my hair white?"
"All Sororitas have white hair. Or at least a very significant number of them," Knox explained.
Sister Harriet continued, "Get your armor on and get ready. We make landfall in an hour."
"Understood."
Jaune stood and allowed for a transition to show a man in black armor alongside women in their own armor. He stood tall as a now seven-foot giant of a man. Jaune had been chosen by the Sisters of Selection and given to a new Order. As the doors opened, the Hymns of Battle rang out. Alongside the Sisters, a group called the Chosen charged beside them. They were Chosen to join the Black Templars, Chosen by the Emperor. Charge and defend the Imperium from the horrors of the Galaxy.
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King: Yes, I put "Pity the Guardsman" into what felt like a proper situation.