<div class="floatright">(http://www.rpgbooster.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Nuclear-Snail-Studios-Post-Apocalyptic-soldier-armour-LARP-outfit-Fallout-Resistance-Fighter.png)</div><br/>The simple action was actually too fast for the human eye, but by the time it happened, everyone knew what had just occurred.  A raise of the arm, a squeeze of the trigger, and a large bullet-shaped hole entered a heretic's skull just long enough to cause the entire head to explode in gray, white and pink viscera.<br/><br/>"Why would you do this?" he berates the headless corpse, more a lecture for his troops to hear than his corrupted victim.  "Do you lack faith in our shields, in our ship, in the Emperor himself to protect us through this dark voyage?  It is only your lack of faith, your weakness that lets them creep into your soul."<br/><br/>He spun to face his troops, about a half dozen of whom were watching.  "I expect as much from the general rabble.  Other, lesser ships might fall, but are we not chosen by his grace?  Do we not have a glorious chance to adventure deep within the expanse where only the best and bravest might travel?  Should we fall like common trash?"<br/><br/>Each saluted as one, keeping his or her trembling as hidden as possible.  "Sir!"<br/><br/>"Burn the corpse."  He marched away without another word.  If ever he felt so much as a pang of fear himself, no one else was ever to see it.