The Feast of blades [Open]

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Erhart was quite intrigued by the Sensorium demonstration, so he immediately starts utilizing it for his own needs, creating a huge scene from one of the many battles that grace his roll of honor. In this case, the battle of Carrion Gulf, third year of the Torment crusade.

It was a manufactory world. All large buildings with huge smoke-stacks, clattering conveyor belts, and downtrodden citizenry. And then Chaos came, turning the citizens into frothing cultists, and populating the world with the dark reflections of Erhart, the Chaos Space marines.

His fighting company rides the lighting, bombarding the planet in ceramite and steel drop pods which crack open like eggs, disgorging black-armored paladins like himself inside the capital. Bolters roar from friend and foe alike as the defenders of the faith, and the defilers of the faith square off, ripping into one another at range.

"INTO THEM!"

Erhart roars, through augmented external speakers, before thundering down the assault ramp of his drop pod, and decapitating a corrupted Chaos Marine with a two-handed swing from the Black Sword, the crackling of the power blade drowning out even his battlecry for a moment as it bites through armor, flesh, and bone.

And so it begins....

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"I also have enough wisdom to know when I'm being taunted."

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Alendian snickered at the thought. "Whatever you wish, fool. You simply confirm my beliefs."

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Erhart just stared at her in a cold silence.

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Alendian returned that gaze but she sported a sneer underneath her mask. Finally, she decided to actually propose something.

"I am going to show you one of your brethren. You will tell me who they are."

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Erhart considers it for a moment. Is he betraying his brethren by telling her that? No.... all space marines are proud of their Chapter heritage. They want their foes to know who destroyed them and defeated them utterly. He hurts no one by telling her.

"Very well. Show me."

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She walks over to a console and starts plugging in information. Soon enough, two things appear. One is a Space Marine in red armor with white pauldrons though no emblem is visible. Noticing those in the middle of battle is difficult. Second is a Land Raider, though still lacking emblems, is colored completely red.

"There."

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"That could be a number of chapters. The Red Templars, or a successor of the Blood angels perhaps." He looks at her, his stance quizzical instead of angry for once. "Combat doctrine?"

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"They launched torpedoes and came out of them. After securing a docking bay, your army counterparts came in and began unloading heavy equipment."

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"That could be any fleet based chapter. You saw no sign of their company or Chapter banner then?"

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She thinks a bit harder before plugging in more information. One shoulder pauldron morphed, sprouting small bumps all across it. Corvus pattern armor.

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"Ah. Now this I know. The Sons of Orar, one of Guilliman's brood. Bound by his codex and his doctrines, they are an example of the new breed of Space marine, not the righteous crusaders of old."

There is distaste in his voice.

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Alendian smiled on the inside, curious about something. "Does this mean that even amongst humans, there is distaste for each other?"

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"Of course. Thus it always was among the Astartes. Do you think the heresy would have happened had we all agreed on the proper plans of action during the Crusade? I think not. "

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"Your heresy would have been avoided if your people had listened to our warnings."

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"It is possible we would have heeded them had you not constantly tried to deceive us previously. And then there's the matter of your pirates."

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"Do not judge the rest of us by the way the Biel-tan treat others. And what of your rogue traders? I know all about them from my time as a Ranger. They may not have similar methods but they have the same end result."

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"The Rogue traders push the edges of human influence out into the galaxy. That being said, they are by and large honorless dogs and we of the Eternal Crusade have little to do with them."

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"By that right, we are considered even."

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"What do you mean?"

Erhart never considers himself even with a filthy eldar.

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She huffed once, figuring the thing was dumb. "Figure it out."

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She is rewarded with a scowling silence.