аЯрЁБс>ўџ ўџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџ§џџџўџџџўџџџ   !"#$%&'()*+,-./01234567ўџџџўџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџRoot EntryџџџџџџџџВZЄ žбЄРOЙ2К€%љDz›У8РCONTENTSџџџџ jCompObjџџџџџџџџџџџџVSPELLINGџџџџџџџџџџџџ(ўџџџўџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџџe with a light of it s own. The head was solid cerimite, the energy feeds and emitter positioned right below. On either face of the sacred hammer was a golden  I . The thick haft was the deep gray of tempered titanium. The pummel had his personal mark, a snarling wolf head and a wolf tail hanging from the wolf-pummels neck. He picked the sacred hammer up and held it before him and began the chant of purity as he placed it upon it s place on his alter at the front of the room. He turned and pulled a box out from a shelf above the desk. He closed the glass casket the hammer rested in and placed the ancient rosewood box on the case. Veers knew what lie inside was old, very old. It had been passed to his mentor by his master when he reached the rank of Inquisitor; his mentor then passed it to Veers when he himself became an Inquisitor. Veers mentor never said how many owners it had passed from before him. Seeing as he didn t know. He smiled at the memory. He missed his mentor deeply. Veers was taught and had trained under the ways of the Inquisition for almost twenty years. His mentor died on a mission, but as a last wish sent his most trusted friend and scribe, Colis, to him. Veers sighed sadly and opened the box and pulled out the venerable weapon inside. It was a master-crafted plasma pistol. Gold plated and covered with etchings and runes, it gleamed in the bright light. Tied to the bottom of the handle was a green rope with a golden cross embossed with a skull in the center. Veers held this pistol with extreme pride. Mainly because of the history of it, but the weapon was capable of shooting through a solid cerimite wall, let alone a tank or fully armored person. The concentrated shot of blue plasma had the same power of that of a small sun. Veers grinned aCHNKWKS jјџџџџTEXTTEXTR]FDPPFDPP`FDPCFDPCbSTSHSTSHdSTSHSTSHd2SYIDSYIDPdSGP SGP ddINK INK hdBTEPPLC ldBTECPLC „dFONTFONTœdrSTRSPLC e:PRNTWNPRHeFRAMFRAMcgˆTITLTITLыg DOP DOP h"ed titanium. The pummel had his personal mark, aInto the Jaws of Death By: Chase Hillock Inquisitor Veers pressed further into the bowls of the Dauntless Class battleship. He felt like a mite on a Carnodon. The space going vessel was three and a half kilometers long and one kilometer wide. There were two other such ships in the Crusade fleet over the planet Orgoth IX. The planet where the Death Korps of Kreig are waiting for further orders out side the hive city Noltan. They well receive no orders from the crusade staff as such. He would make planet fall and lead them in himself. Finally reaching his personal hall, he pressed in his a clearance code on the panel next to the gray metal doors. The doors slid open with a hiss. He steeped into a Nalwood paneled room. Veers took a deep breath of the rich musty wood. He smiled to himself. Walking over to a desk of the same wood, he removed his gauntlet and ran his hand across the ancient table. Nalwood was the soul export of the late planet Tanith. It hadn t been an important world, but it would be missed none the less. Inquisitor Veers had his personal Nalwood living and operating quarters transferred ship to ship as he traveled. It had cost him too much to just have in one place to use it. Replacing his armored glove, he passed into the next room and closed the embroidered door behind him. With a voice command, the lights activated. He blinked in the harsh light of the glow-globe in the ceiling and looked upon the case with the weapon of his order stored in it. In the glass case on a large table carved with his mentor s greatest victories, lay his daemon hammer. He pressed his eye up to the gene-code lock and it beeped twice then clicked. He lifted the lid and marveled at the work of art before him. Lying on rich green velvet, the 1.6 meter long weapon shont the power in his hand; he continued his chanting for swift aim and safety for the devastatingly powerful pistol. Laying the pistol next to his hammer, he turned to gather the last of his things. He took down a daemon exorcism tome and a codex of Imperial hymns and chained the two books to his armor, one on his side, and the other on his back. He grabbed his long, rich, wolf fur trimmed cloak and chained it around his armor s neck guard. The violet body of the cloak billowing out behind him like wings. He went to a shelved case twice as tall as him and swung the doors open. He placed a hand to his mouth as he considered the 86 items in the case. After a few moments of consideration he activated two of his personal cadre of servo-skulls, XIII and XXIV. XIII rose and whirred into life, it s one large bionic eye blinking into a bright red. It was a med-skull, in charge of monitoring the Inquisitor s health. XXIV rose slower as it scanned the room. All the information was sent to Veers thoughts via a mind-impulse link. XXIV took up a position over Veers left shoulder as XIII hovered over his right. Veers checked the time. Thirty standard minutes till departure. He stalked over to the alter with his weapons; the skulls fallowing like loyal dogs. He knelt down on one knee, the Skull design on his armor slid into the scarlet carpet. He bowed his head and began to pray. Colis, having just left from briefing Grand Master Octavius and his Gray Knights to be on stand by in the teleport room, rushed to get the rest of Lord Veers retinue. After a quick lift ride, he came to the shooting range. Three figures were joking and talking as they took shots down the range, each target was hit and stood back up to ready position after a ten second delay. Colis hobbled over to the group panting and wheezing. A giant of a man, slightly taller then the Inquisitor himself, turned and smiled at the short, fat old man and said,  What s the rush little friend? Colis couldn t speak. He was still trying to catch his breath. A woman walked over with a long-las sniper rifle in her hands.  Is he ok Shagrath? she asked the giant man. He turned to her, his long shaggy blonde hair and his chest length beard swaying. He rubbed his one good eye, the other was a metal bionic replacement after a war wound.  Not sure Tosh, he looks frantic. He turned back to Colis, knelt down and offered the little man his flask of sacra. Colis took it with a cough and a nod and swigged a shot. Shagrath placed a huge paw on Colis shoulder to calm him  Now what s the matter chief?  The Lord Inquisitor requests the staff to assemble in the shuttle bay for immediate planet fall. Something s most definitely wrong down there. I m glad I found you three here& Wait, where d Reinholdt get off to? Colis handed the flask back to the giant in the black and blue urban camo fatigues as a figure in a black robe stepped out from behind the mountainous hulk. The man was young, but horridly scarred and battle-worn. He was bald, his scalp covered with many scars of all shapes and sizes. His left eye was a milky orb; a pink jagged pinch of flesh ran from his forehead to his jaw, the work of a glancing wound from a chain sword. He wore a grill mask to help him breath. His right arm was a blue armored bionic limb, much like Colis but much stronger. Reinholdt tilted his head to the left and a vox-assisted voice responded,  I ve been standing behind Shagrath the whole time. Colis could tell by looking at Reinholdt s one good eye he was smiling. The other two laughed. Colis found himself chuckle as well.  So what should we expect down there? Tosh piped in. She was in her early twenties, and was very attractive. She had on black pants with padded knees and a matching vest and elbow pads. Her long black hair reached to the small of her back. The whole team liked her as much as they feared her. She could hit a fly on a wall two kilometers away. A dead-eye marks woman.  Nothing good, me thinks. Shagrath replied as he stood and stretched.  You? Think? Who you fooling Shag? Reinholdt crackled over his voice amplifier. More laughter.  No, no now, Colis started  GO get ready and get to the shuttle bay in twenty-five minutes. The three friends nodded and jogged off to grab their gear. Colis hustled over to where he knew for a fact he d find the next member. He shuffled into the chapel and quietly paced up to the to the man praying at the alter. The man was shorter then Colis while kneeling, but Colis knew that he was about of average height when he stood. The priest was of pretty decent build. His face had shrapnel scars from where a grenade almost sent him to be with the Emperor a few missions ago. His oddly orange hair was shaved short with an  I shaved to the skin on the top of his head. He had a blue habit, just like Colis own. The priest stood and turned on the sage.  Why Colis, what brings you here? the man said in a soft voice as he pulled his glasses up onto his forehead and adjusted the bone white scarf around his neck.  Lord Veers needs everyone in the shuttle bay immediately, we are going planet side in ten minutes. The ground forces need his help, and he needs ours. Colis replied as he whipped sweat from his brow. As he finished this statement the priest had already strapped on his shrine-pack with his rifle slung to it. He was turning around with a prayer staff with a tome of Holy Scripture bound to it in his right hand. In his left, he held a menacing chain sword. Colis smiled at the anticipation of his friend,  You seem ready then Lars. Lars shifted his pack and nodded at the door,  Lets get going, don t want to keep the boss waiting. They strode out towards the shuttle bay. The large shuttle bay held a single craft. The royal blue Gun-cutter was 20 meters long and fifteen meters from wing tip to wing tip. On either side of the hull, starting at the nose and stretching back half the ship, was a painted charging wolf with a golden halo and splayed silver wings. Shagrath and Reinholdt were lugging crates onboard with the help of a loader servitor, the men had armored chest plates and silver and gold embroidered shoulder guards. Tosh was looking over her sniper rifle with the final member of the group. He was covered in the red robes of the Tech-priesthood of Mars, the Adeptus Mechanicus. No one present knew his true age, but almost his entire body was artificial bionic replacements and systems. His entire body was a metal frame. The green-glowing lenses of his eye units stared unblinkingly at the long-las as he did fine tuning with tool inlaid fingers. Colis and Lars walked over to the pair as they walked up to the ship.  Everything ok Tezlis? Lars asked the metal-man.  All perimeters standard, flesh priest. Tezlis vox-unit popped. They all laughed at the comment. They all knew Lars and Tezlis were best friends, even though their religious beliefs were different. During the humor, a giant shadow had enveloped the four. Colis started at the silent addition to the group. Inquisitor Veers stood looking down at the group, his servo-skulls hovering over his shoulders, the hammer in his hands and his pistol in a hip holster. The decks venting gasses caused his cape to billow out behind him. He was terrifying to behold. Veers, noticing everyone was present, boomed  Assemble! Instantly the six members of his staff lined up. He walked the line back and forth before stopping dead center to speak,  We go planet side on the request of the Death Korps of Kreig. I m afraid I just may know what has befallen Noltan. And if my fears are true I need you all with me. With our faith in the Almighty God Emperor we can not be defeated! Veers smiled proudly at his staff, his friends.  Now lets go kick the feth out of anything down there! The group cheered and ran onboard the gun-cutter, a customized Thunderhawk. Veers helped Colis up the ramp, bending over to allow the small, wizened man to lean on his arm. Tezlis went to the cockpit as the rest strapped in. The ship could carry forty fully armored men, it was rather roomy.  Here we go. Tezlis announced over the ships internal com. It lifted off the deck, the bright engines began to glow bright blue as the plasma drive powered up. The bay doors were open and the cutter hurtled towards the planet below. ngly at the long-las as he did fine tuning with tool inlaid fingers. Colis and Lars wal.RT<Є ФРк(j-Ф.*2&82:=І=h>ž?”EФIЬR(Wx]N_P_R_јјъррррррррррррррррррррИИ(2‚"'(Š  л)л @ЗS З 4"5%4"5%,.RN_R_вЈ~TJ " * "PS" $Š * "ь„" $Š * "ˆЖ" $Š . "ˆЖ" $Š  ѓъчdTSHџџџџ/ычdTSH "№јЬ " ttR_`R_b^nячdONT,Times New RomanFranklin Gothic Medium џЇ. " " "ЄјУьШXX–(—,И;Lexmark X74-X75фЄœŸXфЄ—МLexmark X74-X758фЄ—Мўџі ф фЄ—Мџџўџџџ#winspoolLexmark X74-X75USB001Fџџџ"\В"€‘"бV"$c"№` "№``""A."@џџџ"\В"№љ"бV"$c"№` "№``"."jawsofdeath.wps""иp"иpp (" )"we can not be defeated! Veers smiled proudly at his staff, his friends.  Now lets go kick the feth out of anything down there! The group cheered and ran onboard the gun-cutter, a customized Thunderhawk. Veers helped Colis up the raўџ џџџџВZЄ žбЄРOЙ2КQuill96 Story Group Classџџџџє9Вqy;y;y;