I REALISE THAT NECRONS SPEAK TELEPATHECLY. THE NECRON SIMPLY SENT OUT TELEPATHIC MESSAGES THAT SOUND LIKE A VOICE IN YOUR HEAD. I DIDN'T USE THE PERIAHS BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT WAS COPYING THE DoW TO MUCH.
Captain Mortillion lifted his head after a deep thought of what he had just heard.
He stud up. The small bench he was sitting on was very uncomfortable.
“You understand what this means, Mortillion. The mission was a success. We must take action. That is why I will be addressing a strike force in your command. You will not live to fight a greater battle then this. It is time for you to make your mark, especially after the incident in Black Reach,” mentioned Chaplin Davicus.
Mortillion’s hands started shaking. He felt so much energy build up he couldn’t resist. Mortillion had always been psychologically insane, disturbed and enraged since birth. During his terms as a Battle-Brother, he was to be executed but his Brother Hazus convinced the jury that Mortillion may be insane, but never a traitor. His comrade said that that rage is what makes him the best Brother of all. And he would never use it heresy because he uses it towards heresy.
Mortillion bolted off his bench and toward the Davicus. He stretched his lightning claw inched away from his face.
“Brother-Davicus…” He sighed. “…I’d rather we’d keep what happened in Black Reach the past’s worry.” He tried to say it as calmly as possible.
“I’m sorry but the many casualties cannot be ignored.”
“I did what had to be done!” Mortillion was furious. He leaned his claw forward so it was barely touching him.
“Go ahead. Kill me. That just proves that they were right about you. You are a heretic.” Davicus was testing him.
Mortillion lowered him claw.
“Listen, Davicus. I relies I lead many men to their death but is dying as a sacrifice to victory a terrible thing? I made a legend for those men. One even the dead will be remembered for, as the heroes of Black Reach.” Mortillion always wanted to tell someone how he felt about his own actions in Black Reach. They were desperate times, and called for desperate measures.
“I agree. Now…” He had a new jump in his voice. “As I said earlier, you will have a strike force of thirty Battle-Brothers, an Apothecary, a Techmarine, ten Terminators, one Dreadnought, five Scouts equipped with sniper-rifles, ten Assault-Marines, eight Rhinos, one Predator, one Whirlwind, your Command Squad, and of course, me, Chaplin Davicus, and Librarian Kazivic.”
“Not to sound unimpressed Brother-Chaplin, but, we are dealing with one of the largest campaigns ever,” Mortillion remarked.
“What are you suggesting?”
“I am suggesting we bring in all of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th company,” suggested Mortillion.
“Are you insane?”
“Actually, yes I am.”
“And how do you intend to get the councils’ approval?”
“I don’t. I intend to leave before they can stop me.”
“I am not letting you take unnecessary measures. I will give the strike force I mentioned earlier but if you do that I will kill you myself. Don’t worry about not having enough men. If you use then more tactically and flank the enemy instead of running straight through their main defenses, you might win the campaign.”
“But Brother-Davicus, you heard that pilot! The Necrons are attacking something a hell of a lot stronger then what you’re giving me! Plus I’ll have to deal with the Necrons and if other races find out…”
“Like I said, use tactics. You will get reinforcements. Deal with every battle at a time.”
Mortillion released he was right.
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