Las guns discharged with great cracks and autogun bursts roar from the windows of the great church,  men hidden in the arches as they cutbdoen cultist. Debris sprays up from the impacts and gore paints the floor. However the men and women roar as the speech is given,  pumping their fists in the air. Pistols cracked ans autoguns tore apart the hiding PDF,  suppressing them and spreading gore against the edifice of the ugly gothic building.<br/><br/>A large man,  rippling with muscle in little but a tanktop,  jeans and a flak vest steps up and raises a rusty beat up chain sword.  He revs thebmotor and the teeth roar along the blade as he screams. " BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD,  SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE. LET THE GALAXY BUUUUUUURN" he is the first to charge win his cry the othetrs follow him,  shouting.  " FOR THE DARK GODS,  LET NOT THESE LAPDOGS OF THE FALSE EMPEROR STRIKE AT YOU WITHOUT RETRIBUTION" cultists were cut down in droves but the khornate led a sizable squad of men into the chapel,  PDF screaming in agony.<br/><br/>---------<br/>June paid little attention to rallying speech or even the low caliber bullets hitting her mantle or her reinforced and plated bones. Sheblooks up for just a moment and sighs,  the vox in the half-respirator and grille covering her face distorting the sound. What half of her face that could ne seen was young,  skin peocelain and white as literal snow.  She was gaunt,  voidborn most likely,  the fingers on her second hand so slender and long that she could have been a fine pianist. The removable grille adorning her face as smooth and a matte gray,  the same exotic ans organic curves unknown to imperial tech made it up.<br/><br/>Her mousey brown bangs hung in her eyes for a moment before she looked back down. She needed tobfree her warp cannon,  too much research of enigmatic Eldar and their precious technology had went into this. She would not disgrace the machine here. Litanies to the spirit of the armor worker under her breath " Machine I am sorry to disrupt your perfect form"  as her fingers,  flesh and composite working in the small exposed panel. Soon shots ceases from they chapel,  her body never moved though besides her arms and soon she was rewarded as the gauntlets unlocked and her prize was free.<br/><br/>" Praise be to the Omnissiah,  the Dark Gods. "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>