The data
entry clerk checked and double checked his numbers, and still things did not
seem to add up. With a sweaty palm he
pressed the dusty emergency button that he was informed to push if ever he came
across something out of the ordinary.
Nothing happened. Determined to
meet his quota of entries he set back to work.
It wasn’t long before he heard a clattering noise and a servitor pulled
up to his cubicle.
“YOU REQUESTED ASSISTANCE.” The vox speaker in the thing’s throat
squawked.
“Umm…yes. There…there seems to be a shipment
missing. From the Hector Sector. Umm…sir.”
The damn thing didn’t really have a face, so the clerk was unsure
exactly what to speak at.
A
mechanical proboscis extended from somewhere in the folds of the carpet like
robe covering the short hunched figure and implanted itself into the clerks
data-screen. A few whirrs and clicks
happened, and the servitor removed it’s self.
“AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS.” The
servitor spun and quickly sped off down the endless hallway whirring and
clanking.
Several
hours later, deep into the clerks shift the heavy sound of booted footfalls
came echoing down the hallway. They
stopped at the clerk’s cubicle and with dread in his soul the clerk turned to look
at the helmeted heads of 2 Adeptus Arbites.
“Umm…can I
help you?” Again, this was said to no visible face.
“Are you clerk #71342087? Who reported the discrepancy at 0256h?”
“Th-th-that
is corrrrrrrrect.”
“You have performed a great service for the
Imperium. Please come with us.”
The clerk
didn’t move fast enough for the Arbites and they grabbed him and hauled him
down the corridor, his feet barely touching the ground.
“Wh-what’s
going on, let me go!” The clerk squirmed ineffectively against the strength of
the Arbites.
“You have performed a great service for the
Imperium.” The voice increased in
volume to be heard by bystanders over the whining of the clerk. “This
man has performed a great service for the Imperium. He will be rewarded.”
The clerk
began to scream
This scene
played out on a video monitor that sat on a large ornate desk, made of a heavy
dark wood, covered in tall stacks of papers.
“How many
of these shipments are missing Alexander?”
“Four,
which means the first shipment that went missing should have arrived a little
more than a year ago, Magistrate”
“But there
is a 3 year transport period from the Hector Sector, which means they are over
4 years behind.I want you to find out why the shipments stopped, and fix it, by
any means necessary.”
“Yes
Magistrate.”
So the second Apocalypse battle is on its way and our gracious host will once again be Greg. This apoc battle will consist of:
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TEAM A
TEAM B
If you are interested I have set up
a post on the forums under the “Open Gaming” section. You may sign up there. I will need your email address and the army
you plan on playing. Please be specific,
don’t just say Space Marines if you’re playing Salamanders. Also, if you want, give me a short description about your army. Not the list, but the Fluff behind your army. Whether it's GW's fluff or perhaps you have your own, either will do. This will help me give you a fun and more plausible reason for being there.
As mentioned before, the game will
be held at the Morris Nerdatorium in Greg’s basement.
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