The Athonians, all of them Blanks, quickly storm the ship, putting every remaining Necromorph to the torch. Soon, they reach the Marker and plant Melta charges across its surface. The massive stone is soon completely destroyed. The Athonians return home, their lack of a psychic presence shielding them from the horrors faced by their fellow Guardsmen who faced the horde, drinking and singing as they return to their barracks for nightly poker games.
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It doesn't work. I've already tried that. Commander I was on that ship, it will reform. I've got a plan, the necromorphs appear to be all dead thanks to your men, but the only way is to extract it, and put it far away. I'm taking one man in to launch the one remaining life raft and have it break atmosphere and fly into the nearest sun.
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Sounds good. I want BOTH of you back alive, understood?
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Good to hear. Now if you'll excuse me, my entire command's been running on fumes. I'm going to catch some sleep. When you two get back, tell the Major that you're both entitled to free beers from the canteen for the rest of your days. You'll have earned it.
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Yes sir.