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Sunday, January 16, 2011

Operation Looming Peacock: 1


The dreadnought and Sgt. Savage drew up and nodded to one another with grim enjoyment.
"Are those bikers in order?" barked Ironclad Brother-Marshall Antinous.
"Yes Brother Ant."
"Are you quite sure?"


Savage sniffed. "Malinsky and the Sergeant are Wolframs. The rest of them are offworlders."
"The Chaplain and Tody seem, well, to have hit it off."
"I had observed that."
"What's with Baurus' backpack?"
Savage shrugged. "What's with Pido's backpack?"
"Mmh."
There was a pause. Savage inhaled and started to walk away.
Ant whirred his servos. "Did someone remember to paint the 'Geist's toes a bright colour?"


"Yeah."
"Good. I don't want Peltops to bitch at me again."
"Dude got kicked by your friend the superheavy. If he weren't a Librarian he'd be paste."
"Peltops should learn Machine."
"Listen to me. Peltops will never learn Machine."
"Mmh. Did they likewise paint over all that... green stuff Kyoob was using?"
"Yyyup." Savage was starting to get antsy.
"Good. I don't want the Eldar to think we're any more... issuey... than we are..."

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