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        A resounding "thwock!" reverberated, overlapping with previous echoes to form a chaotic cacophony throughout the entire "Bilko warehouse"; Kaz and Branz sat catching their breath and watching Mar and Magpie standing nearly twenty meters away from one of the few flat walls in the warehouse, smashing a small rubber ball into it with their open palms. The Skitarii and Catachan rushed back and forth parallel to the wall to maintain a volley; Mar could accelerate so quickly that nearly half of his travel was spent slowing down carving slight furrows in the ferrocrete, he played further out from the wall taking advantage of his speed by try

         Zekra pulled her head away from the stock of her rifle and tried to blink some of the exhaustion and soreness from her eyes before returning to the stock and continuing to scan the valley in front of her; something she had picked up from McClannahan that had already helped was to simply keep both of her eyes open, and she had to admit that after instituting the method she felt like she could stare through the scope far longer before she began to feel a headache in her temples. Magpie had told her the same thing as McClannahan in the Coelians basic rifle course but since her father had been the one that taught her to shoot she was

            Boddicker drummed her hand against the steering wheel of what had become “her” Taurox in time with the beat of the music that blared out of a stereo bungee strapped in place to the center console; she had insisted that Magpie figure out a way to bring the Taurox with them as compensation for aiding in his scheme, he had of course bowed to her demand promising to transfer it into the custody of C. Bilko just before they were ready to ship off planet. She had since begun customizing it to suit her own needs, which as of now meant turning the crew cabin into a small studio apartment; taping posters in places devoid of ins

Catachan 33rd "Devil Wranglers" Characteristic Modifiers: +6 Perception, +3 Strength, +2 Weapon Skill, -3 Fellowship Starting Aptitudes: Ballistic Skill Starting Skills: Acrobatics, Athletics, Awareness, Command, Navigate (Surface), Stealth +10, Survival     Starting Talents: Ambush, Blind Fighting, Hardy, Light Sleeper or Lightning Reflexes or Resistance (Poison), Cold Hearted or Jaded or Paranoia, Resistance (Fear), Street Fighting, Swift Suture, Tireless. Fluency: While Death Worlders have learned to speak Low Gothic, they do not have time in their violent lives to learn how to read or write the universal language of the Imperium. Beca

        Wesk hated to admit that she was enjoying herself on TOC duty, especially knowing that her Nomads were in the second day of their wilderness field exercises. But the work she and Magpie were tasked with was easy yet engaging, she got to see a plethora of new and interesting uniforms from the other regiments training on the garrison world as they operated within the TOC as well, and she had enjoyed the opportunity to chat with her newest NCO in a one on one setting; he was a good listener who knew when to speak up to reassure he was paying attention. Though the Catachan Sergeant offered little information on himself offhand Wesk had ye

        The Nomads moved in a loose skirmish formation with the rifle squad out in front and the heavy weapons squad bringing up the rear, the knee deep snow made the trek arduous particularly for the six individuals toting the heavy weapons; Fival Bronson had come up with the brilliant idea to use the mounting bolt holes on each foot of the heavy bolters tripod to attach them to sleds made out of crate tops that Marley Ignacio shaped the metal of with her flamer, the gunnery crews genuinely felt they owed a debt to the vox operator for conceiving a way to drag the weapons rather than carry them. Gabe held up a hand and indicated they should

        Magpie wanted nothing more than to smoke, being on an unfamiliar planet surrounded by unfamiliar people only exacerbated that impulse. He reached into his breast pocket and felt his father’s lighter as well as an already rolled obscura stick but instead grabbed a cellophane wrapped peppermint. Though Daal had coerced him, he agreed to refrain from smoking so openly after their broom closet encounter; rather than expect him to accomplish this on his own she brainstormed ideas with him to find some reasonable replacement for when they were in public, and thus came the peppermint solution. Magpie noisily unwrapped the candy and pop

       When the Ragged Edges had arrived in the Orask system news and weather reports were streamed to the Ave Maria then printed and distributed to the company as an impromptu newspaper; though the papers primarily served to inform the Guardsmen of their intended destination members of the Edges occasionally added their own articles to the publication, but only after commissarial approval. Myers made a habit of writing a critique section, listing a series of books and propaganda films available in the Ave Maria’s library then briefly summarizing their plots and offering his opinion on the films and literature; he considered it an art f

        Magpie took a cautious step forward and after a hesitant second took another, testing his footing before each step to make sure the floor wouldn’t give way, which made progress painstakingly slow. She continued to chuckle as he gingerly made his way to her, collecting a breath for a frustrated growl but releasing it in a slow hiss when she appeared to his left after another blink; he performed a mechanical left face mid-stride to turn towards her. She held a hand out for him which he took after covering the last few meters to her. She guided him down to the seat beside her as she scanned the room behind them as if searching for

                                                          Catachan 33rd “Devil Wranglers”                                                                                                                      “Devils never quit!”                                                             Sergeant Tyrone “The Tacklin’ Typhoon” Merrifield, Catachan 33rd.                         The 33rd Devil Wranglers were a relatively unremarkable Regiment when compared to the multitude of highly lauded units to come from their homeworld. It wasn’t a matter of being a subpar outfit, they had simply faile