sisterofmechanicus:

ask-a-tech-priest:

theangrymarine:

Had the guardsman been any slower to leave, Malleus probably would have broken his head off. “WHY ARE WE ALWAYS THE FUCKING CAVALRY, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? WHEN DID THE IMPERIUM SUDDENLY BECOME A COMPLETELY INEPT CLUSTERFUCK?” The Marine sighed, casually turning to plant his fist in the wall, before straightening back up.

I know you Space Marines live a relatively sheltered life, so allow me to explain to you: the Imperium is pretty much run by a bunch of useless, power-grubbing weasels who have slept, stabbed, and otherwise scoundrelated themselves into their current offices.

Sila shook her head, one conflict after another but it was her duty, she hoped any damage her armour had sustained would hold up for another few battles. “Reserve that anger for pounding in the heads of this new threat Malleus. We can deal with the excess of guardsmen afterwards.” Sila said curtly blowing a strand of her hair away from her face. Her expression was concerned but underneath it her stomach turned. “Necrons, why necrons? I’ve never fought them before, and I have no idea how to.” She thought and tapped Zethina on the shoulder. “There are other juice boxes my dear, in the mean time perhaps you should see Sawbones about setting you up with a portable med kit.”

Malleus sighed, punched the wall a second time, and stormed off to the bridge. If he was lucky, maybe he’d be able to leave all of these fucking Guardsmen behind on whichever shithole they were landing on. “I’M GUESSING THEY JUST WENT RIGHT THE FUCK AHEAD AND GAVE YOU THE NUMBERS, DIDN’T THEY?” Kefalbrax nodded. “GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT, THE HELL AM I, CHOPPED LIVER? UGH… RIGHT, LET’S FUCKING GO ALREADY, MAYBE PULLING SOME EMO MACHINES APART’LL MAKE ME FEEL A LITTLE BETTER.”