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6/19/2016 9:42:24 PM
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Lucky for you, as you ran you plowed straight into Nathan Blackburn, a battle hardened marine out looking for supplies.
"What the hell man?"
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"NO TIME, JUST RUN!"
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"Alright go!" He said charging his rifle and turning back to face the oncoming creature.
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"YOUR DAMN FUNERAL!" I said, continuing on. I highly doubted his weapon would be enough to put it down, but it might slow long enough to eat the poor guy.
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The marine loaded his grenade launcher and prepared to hold his ground.
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[spoiler]Daemon, btw.[/spoiler] I heard the thing barrel around the corner behind me, no doubt right into the poor shit's line of sight.
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[spoiler]daemons aren't so tough as you think.[/spoiler] The marine saw the daemon and was not worried. He waited for a second and then fired his grenade launcher. The explosives struck target and blasted it back. He opened fire a second later firing in short bursts.
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[spoiler]Eh, he doesn't know that, and neither does he have much of anything to deal with it. Also, I have very little experience with 40k, just enough to know what daemons are, really. Gonna be learning as I go.[/spoiler] I heard the beast stagger, and looked back at the soldier. The man was holding his ground and, as far as I could tell, [i]winning[/i]. Just who the hell was he?
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The daemon began to retreat and the marine stood fast. Soon it turned and ran from the fight.
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... Ok, seriously, [i]just who is this guy[/i]? It took me a moment - and the man I question turning to face me - before I realized I had spoken aloud.
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"Lance corporal Nathan Blackburn, ISMC. That daemon is gone now, why'd you provoke it?"
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Ser real questions ran through my mind in quick succession: who were the ISMC? Where do did this man come from? Where were we? Then, I recognized something he said, and a few thing clicked into a very shitty picture. "Wait, daemon, as in, capital-W Warp spawn, minion of capital-C Chaos? As in, 41st Millennium AD, Imperium of Man? THAT kind of daemon?"
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"If you already know what it is why do you have to ask?"
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A morbid laugh escaped me at that as the somehow-reality of my situation started to settle in. "Trust me, you wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
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"It's not as crazy as you may think. I'm not from this dimension."
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"Huh, no shit?" I said, somewhat surprised. After a moment, though, I decided that it wasn't that unbelievable, considering where I came from. [i]What the hell,[/i] I decided, turning back to the Lance Corporal. "Well, while that might be impressive, I'm pretty sure I can top that. 'Cause, you see, I'm from the early 21st [i]century[/i]. As in, over 38 millennia ago." I spread my arms to the side. "Now, that isn't even the best part, though, 'cause there still the tiny fact that I still know some about where and when we are. How, you ask?" I let loose another chuckle. "Well, that's because [i]none of this is supposed to exist.[/i] Where I come from, the Warp, the Imperium, Chaos, it's all just fiction. Some story someone thought up and put to paper." I shook my head, letting my hands slip into my pockets. "Now, that's somewhat understating things a good bit, but you get the idea. Still leaves the question of who or what brought me here and why. I'm just some college guy studying to become a math teacher. Not sure how knowing the shape of a sine graph is supposed to advance some cosmic being's plans along."
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"No one knows why we're here, that's the big mystery."
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"Well, that just wonderful," I grumbled. Of course nobody knew anything - where's the fun in that? I sighed, before I looked to the Blackburn again. "Whatever, that's not important right now. What is important is getting the hell out of here before anything else shows up. You said there were others? Does that mean you guys have a safe area set up somewhere?"
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"Yep, general quarters, most people stay there, I however come out and find others and lead them back, or look for supplies and such."
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Well, now we were getting somewhere. "Well, then, Corporal Blackburn, sir," I said, giving a mock salute. "Lead the way."
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He shook his head and motioned for you to follow. The path was long and the marine moved quickly.
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I moved to match the marine's pace, having recovered from the chase. "So, you wouldn't happen to have a spare gun I could use, just in case something jumps us, would you?"
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The marine stopped and nodded, he pointed to a wall panel, lights or something, as neither read gothic. He pulled it off and revealed a cache of weapons. "Take your pick, I couldn't carry them all so I stashed them in different places."
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Well, that was damn convenient - though it made sense, even beyond what Blackburn had said. If he did make a habit of leading others to safety, it would be a good idea to have stashes of weapons and armor said others could use. Looking over the stash, I quickly picked out a set of flak armor. There were numerous scratches and dings all over it, the right shoulder guard was gone, and the right side was stained a rusty red. The poor bastard who this belonged to before obviously didn't need it anymore. While piss-poor in comparison to literally anything else, it was better than nothing, and seemed to be mostly intact: save the missing shoulder guard, most of the damage seemed superficial at worst. Helmet and chest plate secure, I looked for something to complete the ensemble, and rapidly found it: a lasrifle, along with a bandolier with some grenades and spare power packs. Slotting a bayonet into the sheath at my shoulder, I made a final check of my new wargear, looking over the lasrifle to familiarize myself with the layout: safety and select fire there, mag release here, iron sights intact. Turning to Blackburn, I felt a lot more confident now that I had some firepower of my own. I nodded to show I was ready.
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"You know how to use those? Aren't you a professor or something?"
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"College student, more like. And I do understand how to aim and fire a gun, thanks to my dad. This doesn't seem to be much different, thankfully," I said, setting the stock of the lasrifle against my shoulder. I paused for a moment. "Well, other than the fact that where those fired bullets, this one shoots freakin lasers."
