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    This sort of stops halfway through. Too bad. I'm writing it as a school project, and I don't need it done for a month.
    Antitheus Ex Machinus

    KASROBAL IS A DEAD WORLD
    Inquisitor Julius Ergonau frowned. He hit the “Search? button again, and the datascreen turned blank as it searched for information. The little machine hummed cheerfully, as if taking delight in the rage it was provoking in the Inquisitor. With a metallic “ding,? the screen lit up. Staring mockingly back at Ergonau were the same words:
    KASROBAL IS A DEAD WORLD.
    With a grunt he rose, trying hard to mask his anger. He had expected this- every source of information had been dry, and all records of the planet’s discovery were inaccessible. What little data he had was inconclusive and unusable.
    Sweeping around, Ergonau strode purposefully toward the exit. His crimson cloak billowed around his grey armor, trailing behind him like a colorful shadow. Struggling to keep up, several lobotomized servitors matched his every move, the light patter of their feet contrasting with the heavy thumps of his boots. Ergonau was not particularly fond of servitors; the nearly-robotic subhumans disturbed him, with their blank stares and extensive bionics. He felt that any job worth doing was worth doing by a real live human, not some poor lobotomized wretch turned into a living tool- or weapon. Still, every Inquisitor had access to them, and he was not one to turn down extra aid.
    The power-armored Ergonau swept into the docking bay, turning heads right and left. A psychic, he could feel the minds of the naval personnel and Guardsmen present strained and frayed: they were being worked hard, in anticipation of the Inquisitor’s departure. He would have wanted some background information on Kasrobal before heading out to investigate the phenomena which had been occurring near there, but the fact that no information was available was a minor inconvenience. With an entire Company of Guardsmen to accompany him, he felt confident. Ergonau would have wanted to take his personal vessel, the Dies Irae, but he knew that it would never hold himself, the Guardsmen and all of the equipment he wanted to take. The larger Navy transport vessel would be much more fit for the journey, and its lessened armor was no difficulty- after all, wasn’t Kasrobal a dead world?
    “Inquisitor! Inquisitor Ergonau!? He spun around, searching for the source both mentally and with his eyes. What looked like an unusually large and animated servitor was quickly crossing the launch bay.
    “Tech-priest Methar! What are you doing here?? Ergonau greeted the new arrival. Methar was of the Adeptus Mechanicus of Mars, the strange technology-monks that oversaw all of Mankind’s technological mastery. The Inquisitor distrusted the introverted sect, but he bore no overt animosity to them.
    “Inquisitor Julius Ergonau, I hereby officially request that you are accompanied on your mission by twenty Adeptus Mechanicus servitors, to record whatever eevents transpire there for the use of the Tech-Priests of Mars.?
    “What are you doing, Methar?? replied Ergonay, stunned by this new development.
    “My job, old friend. Just grin and bare it. Refusing this would have worse repercussions than you know.? The Inquisitor considered for a moment, then gave in. He sensed no deception in the Tech-Priest’s mind, only earnest anticipation.
    “Very well. But we are leaving soon. Load them up within a half-hour, or we may leave them behind.?
    “They are already loaded, Inquisitor,? said Methar with a grin. Ergonau was taken aback by the audacity of the Adeptus Mechanicus for a moment, but he regained his composure quickly.
    “Then I must leave. Farewell, Methar. Tell the Adeptus Mecahnicus I’ll try to bring back one of their expensive puppets!? He left the sputtering Methar in his wake and stepped aboard the ship. Crossing quickly to the passenger hatch, he opened it and stepped inside. The men were already strapped in: the 14th company of the 3rd regiment of the Meh’Shien Cavaliers. Their grey-green uniforms blended with the steel of the wall, lasguns buckled firmly across their laps. Ergonau smiled and cleared his throat.
    “Greetings, men. I see you’re all strapped in for takeoff. Very good. The warp jump will take approximately two days, after which we will land within hours. Since there are so few of you, the quarters won’t be cramped. You’re free to come and go as you please, so long as you stay out of my quarters unless invited in. That means no stepping off into the Warp, anyone!? Nervous laughter rippled through the men. No one liked to think about what they were moving through when they made Warp jumps. Ergonau grinned, seeing that he had the men’s confidence. “We’re leaving soon. Brace yourselves!? He strapped himself in, and as if on cue, the ship began to shudder. The Navy pilots were very good; with barely a whisper, the ship slid out of the docking bay. There was a moment of intense pressure, then a sudden sickening feeling of weightlessness. Then the artificial gravity kicked in, and Ergonau heart returned from his throat. He never got used to weightlessness, no matter how often he experienced it. He reckoned he never would.
    The next few days passed uneventfully. The ship made the transition to and from the Warp without undue difficulty, although there was a tense moment when the servitors started going berserk. The Warp shields were kicked up a notch, and order returned. Ergonau almost didn’t notice when they translated back from the Warp into real space. He was poring over documents in his cramped room, trying desperately to unravel some of Kasrobal’s secrets. Throwing down the papers in disgust, he stomped over to the window and stared at the bleak metal surface. No man could look upon the Warp for too long and retain his sanity- and he didn’t want to see the things looking back. With a tiny shudder, his reality seemed to ripple like a pond with s stone thrown into it. When it subsided, the window automatically irised open. Before him lay a strange and disturbing sight. Kasrobal itself hung in his view like a malign eye, grey and discolored. Grimacing, Ergonau banished the image from his mind and crossed over to the hatch. He stepped through without looking back and strode off to the troop deck. As he watched, tech buckled servitors in, and Guardsmen milled around, sitting in groups. The Inquisitor chose the nearest seat and sat down, strapping himself firmly in. Lieutentant Roberto Jhariss pulled up next to him and sat down, and the two struck up a conversation. Ergonau liked Jhariss; he was tough but fair, and well liked by his men. The lieutenant was an experienced veteran, and knew never to let down his guard, even on a world like this one. The 14th company was a force to be reckoned with, 35 men all told, and the Inquisitor trusted them implicitly. The servitors were another matter. Several of them were combat models, programmed by the Adeptus Mechanicus to fight the foes of the Imperium. Their blank stares unnerved Ergonau almost as much as the heavy weapons they carried. He resolved to make them take point when they scouted the surface.
    With a shudder like a great animal, the engines on the smaller landing craft ignited. This time the takeoff was much less smooth, as the pilots were servitors, designed specifically for this task. The lander pulled away from the larger craft and fell toward the planet, engines igniting to correct minor errors in its course. The stars spun dizzily away as they cruised in toward the barren surface of the planet. The ride ceased to shudder. Their descent was now almost peaceful.
    With a great crash, something hit the ship. From stem to stern it vibrated, and the great engines whined in protest. Another impact, and Ergonau detected a hint of a higher-pitched sound in the background. The men were unsure of what was going on, and panic was leaking in. Metal shrieked, and the ship pitched again. Their descent sped up and the lander angled toward toward the ground more steeply. Ergonau wrestled with his restraints in a blind panic, before realizing what he was doing and forcing himself to calm down. He reached out with his mind and drew a blanket over the emotions of his men, soothing them. No new impacts jarred their vessel, though the angle of their dive continued to worsen. Ergonau looked around, desperate for a view of what was happening. The windowless room was as unchanged as if they were still on the ship. The Inquisitor had time to register a keening whistle before they hit the ground.
    The craft plowed into the earth with the fury of a banshee, scattering dry dust and larger rocks. Metal tore and splintered, cascading off the ship as finer parts melted with the intense heat. A furrow as long as a road and several meters deep was carved into the terrain by the plummeting behemoth. The ship came to a sudden, bone-jarring halt and tipped sickeningly forward. It hung in the air for a brief but horrible second before falling to earth with a resounding crash. The noise faded from the barren landscape, and all was silent.
    Ergonau dared to breathe again after a tense moment. He looked around. Most of the men were alright, picking themselves up and groaning. Several lay scattered across the seats, necks or backs clearly broken. The servitors remained impassive, of course, though Ergonau wasn’t sure whether they were dead or had merely deactivated themselves temporarily. He unbuckled himself and brushed the dirt off his robe. His ceramite armor had spared him the worst of the crash, but he was still bruised all over.

    Si em, tow en can de lach.
    Tak! Tak! Tak ah wan, Tak a lah!
    Mi tow, can de lach.
    Mi him, en tow.

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    You kinda gave the whole story away at the start there! Wdit that out so no one else knows! Nice story though.

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    Good beggining. I think in the middle you should definitly have some killing. Get into to some CC and fire fights. The battles are in my opinion make the books awsome. But the beggining is good

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