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           ....and another tale from 40k

         Watch Captain Erik Dorian finished reading the file and put the data slate down on his desk. The captain was in all black armor, exsept for the right arm witch was silver, and had the right shoulder, yellow, the only remaining color from his chapter. The captain had a blonde short beard with well trimed neck length hair put behind his ears. His jaw was thin but stong and square. his nose was slitly up turned at the end and slightly crooked to the left. and his eyes were well spaced and even with hassal iresis.

         "On a train?" The Imperial Fist asked his subordinate Walter who stood across the desk.

         "Indeed mylord. Quite an adventure if I do say so myself, sir." Walter stood strate and proud his red robes finly pressed and maintaned. Walter was bald on the top of his head witch showed with his hood down the rest grey and neatly cut. He had a grey pointy goaty but no mustash. He had a upside down egg shaped head with a very large nose like a birds beak.

         "It was flashy, hasty, unnesisary and tipical of a pack of Space Wolfs" The captain said looking through more files.

         "Of cource sir." Walter responded obediantly. "So you won't be needing this one?"

         "On the contrary old friend." Dorian said with a smile. "A space wolf would be perfect to balance out the team. We have way to many seriouse individuals right now. Espasial that Storm Warden captain. The Apothicary can take a joke but that boy doesn't feel a thing.

         "Sir, isn't that the one that obliterated half a chaos warband in a few weeks a while back?" Walter asked.

         "The same." Dorian replyed. "And the Apothicary who stopped a red line genestealer infection in under 'three' weeks."

         "Quite astounding individuals mylord." Walter said.

         "Yes I agree, who else did you bring me this year Walter?"

         Walter pulled several more data slates from his robe pockets and placed them on the desk. "Well mylord." Walter started. "This years batch is quite peculiar to say the least sir."

          "What do you mean Walter?" Dorian asked with a rased eye brow.

          "Well" Walter hesitated to find the politet words to use. "They are all outstanding individuals but some have a... umm..." Walter stamered.

          "This is not like you Walter whats wrong" Dorian said suspisouse.

          "I think you'll understand if I use this one as an exsample." Walter said as he found then prosented a particular data slate.

          "This one has earned a very strange and frankly juvinal nickname."

          Dorian read the slate for a one 'Chaplain Julius Raimer' of the Black Templars.

          "I don't see any aliases?" Dorian asked. "What nickname?"

          "Well sir, its unaffical and its just among the men." Walter said nervisly.

          "What is the name Walter!" Dorian said growing impatiant.

          "They call him the Joy Riding Chaplain."

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           ....and another tale from 40k

         Watch Captain Erik Dorian finished reading the file and put the data slate down on his desk. The captain was in all black armor, exsept for the right arm witch was silver, and had the right shoulder, yellow, the only remaining color from his chapter. The captain had a blonde short beard with well trimed neck length hair put behind his ears. His jaw was thin but stong and square. his nose was slitly up turned at the end and slightly crooked to the left. and his eyes were well spaced and even with hassal iresis.

         "On a train?" The Imperial Fist asked his subordinate Walter who stood across the desk.

         "Indeed mylord. Quite an adventure if I do say so myself, sir." Walter stood strate and proud his red robes finly pressed and maintaned. Walter was bald on the top of his head witch showed with his hood down the rest grey and neatly cut. He had a grey pointy goaty but no mustash. He had a upside down egg shaped head with a very large nose like a birds beak.

         "It was flashy, hasty, unnesisary and tipical of a pack of Space Wolfs" The captain said looking through more files.

         "Of cource sir." Walter responded obediantly. "So you won't be needing this one?"

         "On the contrary old friend." Dorian said with a smile. "A space wolf would be perfect to balance out the team. We have way to many seriouse individuals right now. Espasial that Storm Warden captain. The Apothicary can take a joke but that boy doesn't feel a thing.

         "Sir, isn't that the one that obliterated half a chaos warband in a few weeks a while back?" Walter asked.

         "The same." Dorian replyed. "And the Apothicary who stopped a red line genestealer infection in under 'three' weeks."

         "Quite astounding individuals mylord." Walter said.

         "Yes I agree, who else did you bring me this year Walter?"

         Walter pulled several more data slates from his robe pockets and placed them on the desk. "Well mylord." Walter started. "This years batch is quite peculiar to say the least sir."

          "What do you mean Walter?" Dorian asked with a rased eye brow.

          "Well" Walter hesitated to find the politet words to use. "They are all outstanding individuals but some have a... umm..." Walter stamered.

          "This is not like you Walter whats wrong" Dorian said suspisouse.

          "I think you'll understand if I use this one as an exsample." Walter said as he found then prosented a particular data slate.

          "This one has earned a very strange and frankly juvinal nickname."

          Dorian read the slate for a one 'Chaplain Julius Raimer' of the Black Templars.

          "I don't see any aliases?" Dorian asked. "What nickname?"

          "Well sir, its unaffical and its just among the men." Walter said nervisly.

          "What is the name Walter!" Dorian said growing impatiant.

          "They call him the Joy Riding Chaplain."