WARHAMMER 40,000: A Thousand Tiny Suns (40k/Exalted Crossover!)

IA! IA! SHE IS COME! PRAISE THE FIRST TWILIGHT!
FORTY ONE TWENTY TWO
First Natural Magos, the Golden Chemist, Mistress of Gravitics, Herald of the Thousand Starred Sky, Warptamer

ESSENCE: *
XP TO ESSENCE **: 16/50

ATTRIBUTES
Strength​
Dexterity​
Stamina​
Perception​
Intelligence​
Wits​
Appearance​
Charisma​
Manipulation​
***​
*****​
*​
***​
*****​
***​
*****​
*​
*​

ABILITIES
FAVORED/CASTE?​
ABILITY​
LEVEL​
FAVORED/CASTE?​
ABILITY​
LEVEL​
NOT​
Archery​
*​
FAVORED​
Melee (Lens Lance)​
*****(*)​
FAVORED​
Athletics
**​
CASTE​
Occult​
**​
FAVORED​
Awareness (Join Battle)
***(*)​
NOT​
Performance​
-​
NOT​
Brawl​
-​
FAVORED​
Presence​
*****​
CASTE​
Bureaucracy
-​
NOT​
Resistance​
-​
NOT​
Dodge​
***​
FAVORED​
Ride (Gita)
****(*)​
CASTE​
Integrity
**​
NOT​
Stealth​
-​
NOT​
Investigation
-​
NOT​
Sail​
-​
NOT​
Larceny​
-
NOT​
Socialize​
-​
NOT​
Linguistics
*​
NOT​
Larceny​
-​
CASTE​
Lore
****​
NOT​
Survival​
-​
CASTE​
Medicine
****​
NOT​
Thrown​
-​
-​
-​
-​
NOT​
War
-​
SUPERNAL CRAFT FOCUSES
CRAFT: Chemistry
*****​
CRAFT: Armorer
***​
CRAFT: Artifacts
*****​
CRAFT: ???
-​

MERITS
ARTIFACT (*****) - THE LENS LANCE
DESCRIPTION: Forged in a heartbeat, lurking within the machine for ten thousand years, the fury and spirit of a barely tamed gravitic imploder lance - long mistaken for and used as an agrav system aboard an orbital habitat - has been once more aroused to the glory of battle. Though her functions are as of yet locked behind codewalls and mystery, she remains a terrifying weapon in the hands of a skilled warrior. Her legend will burn across the galaxy.

FAMILIAR (**) - GITTA, THE EVER LOYAL
DESCRIPTION: They say the Kriegers pour their hearts into their horses - but beyond their world, none know their mounts as anything but numbers on an Administratum file. Gitta will change that. Ia! Ia! Praise her! Praise Sainted Gitta, The Ever Loyal! Ia! Ia!

TEMPERED BY THE ELEMENTS (**) - DAUGHTER OF VATS, BORN OF WAR
DESCRIPTION: Though fading into seeming insignificance in the glorious dawn of a new age, the first Twilight to walk the galaxy since the fading of the Age of Sorrows was inured to the chaos of a modern battlefield, moving across it as swiftly as open ground.

SELECTIVE CONCEPTION (*) - SUBDERMAL IMPLANT IN THE THIGH
DESCRIPTION: ...this is actually just standard issue for Imperial Guardsmen from any world with a Magos Biologis on it.​

LANGUAGES (*)
DESCRIPTION: You can speak the ancient tongue of The Old Realm!

INTIMACIES









Defining: The Galaxy is a Body, I will Heal it (Positive)
Major: Kit (Confused Attraction), Chaos (Hatred), Gitta (Love)
Minor: Technology (fascination), Xenos (Fear)

CHARMS














IN SUMMATION: Genuis flows, unabated, through the mind of the First Twilight. She is able to hold multiple projects in mind at once, easier than any mortal, while also shifting her focuses - despite not being trained in the crafting of explosives or metallurgy, she could shift her ability to create medical chemicals into that with some effort. She is able to inspire herself to construct even mighty artifacts swifter than any mortal, so long as she crafts projects that aid and help her allies and friends. She can complete mundane and even complex tasks - building a rifle, a suit of armor, or a small vehicle - in literal seconds using nothing but the raw materials and her bare hands. Raw excellence overflows in all her favored and caste abilities, bolstering their dicepools if required.
Excellent SOLAR Ability
Cost: 1m per Die | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Adds +1 dice to your dice pool, up to your normal charm limits. You have this ability for any ability that is either CASTE, FAVORED, or has a SINGLE CHARM from it.

TIRELESS WORKHROSE METHOD
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: Gain +2 Major slots per Essence.

EFFICENT CRAFTSMAN TECHNIQUE
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You may buy new Major slots for 3 SXP rather than 5.

ARETE SHIFTING PRANA
Cost: 4m, 1sxp, 1wp | Type: Simple
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Roll Int+Craft, convert 1 dot of a Craft skill into a different but related Craft skill - nearly impossible rationales can be allowed with a sufficiently good explanation. These dots last for one minor or major project.

SUPREME CELESTIAL FOCUS
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keywords: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You may expend GXP to buy Craft skills, up to a number of times equal to [Essence]. Any past that cost x2 GXP.

SUBLIME TRANSFERRENCE
Cost: 6m | Type: Simple
Keyword: Mute | Duration: Instant
Effect: By meditating for five minuets, you may arrange your crafting XP at a 2 to 1 ratio up each level: 2 silver becomes 1 gold, 2 gold becomes 1 white, and the reverse. You may use this while unconscious or asleep.

AGES ECHOING WISDOM
Cost: - | Type: Permeant
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: At the beginning of each Story (every 20 updates), gain GXP equal to your permanent Major Project Slots. For free!

BRASS SCALES FALLING - REPURCHASED
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: For each 10 rolled on a craft roll without an Excellency, gain 1 SXP up to [Essence x3].

RED ANVILS RISING
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You gain +1 SXP per each basic objective.

CHAINS FALL AWAY
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keywords: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: You gain 1 GXP if you complete all three basic objectives on a craft project.

CRAFTSMEN NEED NO TOOLS
Cost: 6m | Type: Simple
Keyword: Mute | Duration: One Task
Effect: You may complete a Basic or Major Project (either crafting or repairing) within seconds, using naught but your bare hands and sheer creative will.

THOUSAND-FORGE HAND
Cost: 10m, 1wp | Type: Reflexive
Keyword: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Reduce artifact crafting time to (6-Essence) weeks for 1-4 dot artifacts, (6-Essence) months for 5+ dot artifacts.

PEERLESS PERFECTION OF CRAFT
Cost: - | Type: Permanent
Keyword: None | Duration: Permanent
Effect: At the end of each story (every 20 updates), roll a free full Intelligence+Craft+Full Excellency dice pool. Every success is 1 SXP, and every 10 is 1 GXP.

FLAWLESS HANDIWORK METHOD - REPURCHASED
Cost: 6m | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Re-roll 10s until 10s fail to appear, counting each as a success. Re-roll 6s until 6s fail to appear.

SUPREME MASTERWORK FOCUS
Cost: 6m | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Supplements any Craft roll for Major or Minor projects with Double 9s. Can be improved further with later Charm Purchases.

EXPERIENTIAL CONJURING OF THE VOID
Cost: 4m, 4s/g/wxp | Type: Reflexive
Keyword: Salient | Duration: Instant
Effect: Can be used after a Craft roll, and adds +1 non-charm success, +[Essence] non-Charm dice. Cannot be used on basic projects.

SEASONED BEAST-RIDER APPROACH
Cost: 1m, 1wp | Type: Supplemental
Keywords: None | Duration: Instant
Effect: Used when rolling join battle, Gitta (or other mounts) gains an imitative track equal to 41-22's - the mount can move and attack without taking up 41's actions.

EVOCATIONS
LINE OF OBLITERATION SHAFT
Cost: 2m, 2ini | Type: Reflexive
Keywords: Withering-Only, Perilous | Duration: Instant
Effect: Due to the peerless efficaciously of the Lens Lance at battering large masses of men in formation, any withering damage inflicted on a Battle Group increases the wielder's initiative as if they had attacked a worthy foe. This effect also reduces the Difficulty of the Unhorse and Disarm gambit by 1.​

GEAR

The Lens Lance
Accuracy: 12 | Damage: 17 | Defense: 6 | Overwhelming: 5 | Attunement: 5​
Lethal: Does lethal damage when used with a decisive attack.
Melee: Uses the melee skill
Piercing: You may reduce your Defense by 1 and spend 1 Initiative to reduce enemy Soak by 4.
Reaching: Negates any mounted combat penalties when used on foot
Mounted: Can be used on horseback without penalty.
Two Handed: Requires 2 hands to be held. Provides +2 to clash attacks.
Laspistol
Accuracy (melee, short, medium, long, extreme): 4/10/8/6/4 | Damage: 11 | Overwhelming: 1​
Lethal: Does lethal damage
Archery: Uses the archery skill
Lasgun: Does +4 damage rather than adding your strength.
Mounted: Can be used mounted.
One Handed: Requires one hand to use.
Concealable: Can be easily concealed, requiring only a Diff 1 Larceny roll.
Flak Armor
Soak: 6 | Mobility: -1 | Hardness: 0
 
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[X] Transmit...some of the story and where to land (pick which parts)
-[X] Your exaltation
-[X] the arresting of the general
-[X] The peaceful situation right now


If we just tell them to come with no info it is likely to make them more suspicious. The last thing we want to do is prejudice the marines against us. Might as well tell them all we can as soon as we can.
 
[X] Transmit...some of the story and where to land (pick which parts)
-[X] Your exaltation
-[X] the arresting of the general
-[X] The peaceful situation right now

I think we might be able to talk the Ultramarines around on the chaos turncoats, but its definitely not something we should open up with. Especially since a big chunk of them only turned to Chaos in the first place because of some real awful decisions from General whatshisface.
 
[X] Transmit...some of the story and where to land (pick which parts)
-[X] Your exaltation
-[X] the arresting of the general
-[X] The peaceful situation right now.

We became a living saint or something like it, deposed the local moron and saved the planet. The Emperor protects, yadda yadda, nothing to see here, Brother-Captain, pinky swear.
 
Seems fine. I means sure if we mentioned the Emperor having four arms they might suspect us of worshiping some kind of Genestealer, but other than that if it walks like a living saint and quacks like a living saint odds are good the Ultramarines are not going to try to kill ii. If it had been someone like the Black Templars I'd be less sanguine about the whole thing.
Isn't the basis of our exaltation that the emperor died? seems like a dicey thing to lead with when not at least face to face.
 
Isn't the basis of our exaltation that the emperor died? seems like a dicey thing to lead with when not at least face to face.

The Emperor is a god. The idea that their God even could die is not something the Imperial Cult would ever accept even assuming they know about whatever state the corpse on Terra is, not to mention that there is no realisitc way information would have gotten this far this fast even assuming information transparency ( :V ).
 
[X] Transmit...some of the story and where to land (pick which parts)
-[X] Your exaltation
-[X] the arresting of the general
-[X] The peaceful situation right now.

I tried to think of a way to give them the information they need to just go away to somewhere more pressing. This seems unlikely as I imagine space marines would want to take a cursory look round if there's been a violent restructuring of the chain of command, which will likely lead them to why this happened and mean we have to explain the whole exaltation thing anyway.

Alternatively
[] Let Amberly deal with it, she has technical seniority and I assume Ultramrines are used to dealing with blowhard senior officers who love the sound of their own voice.
 
[X] Transmit...some of the story and where to land (pick which parts)
-[X] Your exaltation
-[X] the arresting of the general
-[X] The peaceful situation right now
 
[X] Transmit...some of the story and where to land (pick which parts)
-[X] Your exaltation
-[X] the arresting of the general
-[X] The peaceful situation right now

This should work on giving them an idea of what is going on and prepare them for ... all of this.
 
The Emperor is a god. The idea that their God even could die is not something the Imperial Cult would ever accept even assuming they know about whatever state the corpse on Terra is, not to mention that there is no realisitc way information would have gotten this far this fast even assuming information transparency ( :V ).
I don't think we have to say that the Emperor is a dead, just that we were Sainted.
 
[X] Transmit...some of the story and where to land (pick which parts)
-[X] Your exaltation
-[X] the arresting of the general
-[X] The peaceful situation right now
 
"But it's worse," she said, quietly. "N-No one...recognizes me anymore."

There, there. *Gentle back pats*

I'm not sure if making Resplendent Destinies is something Cain has figured out yet.
...
I can reach into minds and make them think of me as anyone but myself.

You can make a thingy that makes people remember me!
Glorious solar nametag.
 
[X] Transmit the whole story and where to land
-[X] Request a studious chaplain and tech-marine take your story. You have a wide variety of religious confusions regarding the Emperor, the Omnissiah, and yourself.
 
[X] Transmit the whole story and where to land
-[X] Request a studious chaplain and tech-marine take your story. You have a wide variety of religious confusions regarding the Emperor, the Omnissiah, and yourself.

Whats the worst that happens, we kill ultramarines?
 
Adhoc vote count started by DragonCobolt on Jul 3, 2024 at 8:29 PM, finished with 18 posts and 11 votes.

  • [X] Transmit...some of the story and where to land (pick which parts)
    -[X] Your exaltation
    -[X] the arresting of the general
    -[X] The peaceful situation right now
    [X] Tell them where to land, you'll explain stuff when they get here
    [X] Transmit the whole story and where to land
    -[X] Request a studious chaplain and tech-marine take your story. You have a wide variety of religious confusions regarding the Emperor, the Omnissiah, and yourself.


Roll meeeee a Charisma+Presence+3 stunt, diff 5! Your bonus dice are 0!
 
Captain Brutus (3.8)
You gulped. "Okay...um..." You shifted in your seat, then turned to Kappa. "C-Can...can we send?"

"Yes, my magos," he said, bowing low.

"Right..." you whispered. You closed your eyes and tried to...call forth another memory. Something from an earlier time, something that might help you with this, right now. You breathed in behind your mask, feeling the pressure shifting. Then you breathed out. The camera was on and recording. "My name is 41-22. I am a Corpsman for the Death Korps of Krieg. Approximately a month and a half ago, an...unusual event took place during the fighting on this world. I seem to have been gifted with...a spark of the Emperor's divinity." You ducked your head forward and let the words flow from someplace you had never really realized was waiting behind your tongue. Your forehead glowed, and a tiny spark of light shone between your brow. Through leather and synthplast, it shone: The half circle of your caste mark, a pure golden radiance. "With this spark, I saved who I could and fought those I couldn't - the General of our operations, fearful of what he did not understand, tried to have me summarily executed but..."

Maybe be more polite about Amberly...
"...his Commissar saw the foolishness of his actions and chose to side with me."

Mostly true, even.
Amberly lifted her chin and nodded, quite smugly. You resisted the urge to kick her under the table.

"Now, the survivors of the great conflict here are gathered in a city - things are peaceful but...by the Emperor's name, we need those humanitarian supplies. I...will be there to meet you, alongside my, um..." You coughed. "S-Staff."

You hit send before you could delete everything you had just said. Your body trembled as Kit put his hands on your shoulders. "Well said," he murmured.

"You could have stood to outline my position more clearly in our current hierarchy," Amberly said, nodding. "Maybe mention that without my guidance in the field of battle, the final redoubt of the enemy might never have fallen so bloodlessly...you know, just for future advice. As I was taught by my father, in the very sitting room of his home..." She made a arcing gesture with her hand, as if to encompass the vastness of space. "Always let em talk about you, the telling works out about half the time, which is better than being a nobody, which works out none of the times."

You were silent.

"I don't think that means what you think that means, Amberly," you said.

"Silence," she snapped.

***
The landing field outside of City-1 was showing some wildflowers, blooming from between the mud. It was also raining. You stood in the rain without even noticing as water streamed down your slicker. Then a loud fomp sounded as a trench umbrella was deployed and fanned over your head. You turned, about to reprimand whoever had done it - trench umbrellas were for only fragile documents that couldn't get wet, not for people - and started in surprise to see the familiar gas mask of 55-95 and, behind him, 7-7. The two other Kriegers looked better than the last time you had seen them, and guilt started to gnaw at your stomach at having left them behind to focus on...on building things.

As if he could sense your thoughts, Kit murmured in your ear. "As the first of us to...get whatever this is...this...exalted status, I think you deserve the deference."

"M'lady," 7-7 said, her voice humble and uncertain.

You felt smaller and more distant than ever. Right now, you wished you could get on Gita, then ride and ride and ride away from here.

Instead, you watched as the clouds parted. A pair of streaming white plumes cut through it with a distant rumble of thunder, then swelled overhead. Agrav impellers hummed and the mud five hundred meters away started to roil and slosh like water. The wings of the two Thunderhawk gunships - both of them rigged for cargo transport rather than combat - flared out and they skidded the last few hundred meters with a slow humming. The sloshing mud stopped well before it got to you, and you...blinked a few times. They were like Valkyries, yes, but larger. Heavier. And their missile pods and side sponsons had been swapped out for massive cargo containers, which themselves started to lower to the ground with a quiet hum. The mud sloughed away from them as their agrav units almost touched them down, then shut down to let them slump down into the dirt and grime with a wet splash. The gangplanks lowered with a series of hydralic hisses, while Amberly shifted from foot to foot beside you. She had her own umbrella, and her commissar's hat, and her greatcoat, and her laspistol, and her chainsword. She fingered the brim of her hat, trying to stand as tall as she could without actually getting up onto her tip toes.

You blinked, taking a second glance.

"Cain, did you put a feather in your hat?"

"Shut up," she hissed as the first figures appeared on the gangplanks.

"Cain, are you wearing high heels?"

"Shhhhutup!"

The first of his majesty's Angels of Death coming down the gangplank were exactly as you had always imagined them from the illustrated children's books and holovid dramas: Their armor was bright blue and gleaming, and they moved with shocking, fluid grace despite the ceremite armor and synthsteel muscle covering their massive frames. Their helmets glittered and glinted in the raindrops, the water beading and cascading along them as if it didn't wish to stick to their sacred forms. They carried bolters - wrong, wrong, it should be Vulkites, Cavalier models, maybe a D8 or a D9 - and they fanned out to an honor guard formation around the gangplanks. Their armor too was wrong. Too simple. Missing parts. You reached up, trying to find a good way to smack these intrusive thoughts, these memories that weren't your memories out of your head.

My children. My poor children. Look at how you must work, with tools not fit for the Auxilia's levy conscripts.
The sensation was almost overpowering. You wanted to cry behind your mask. Instead, you stood up taller as another Ultramarine emerged. He was the Captain that had send the signal ahead of his ship. His helmet had a broad fan spreading from the top, and his armor had gold decorations that marked his rank. He looked around himself, then strode forward to the arrayed Guardsmen who waited and watched. You drew up a bit - and then blinked in shock as he dropped to one knee, bowing his head to you.

"Don't do that!" you exclaimed. "I-I'm Krieg!"

He reached up, taking his helmet off. His head was bald, save for a thin strip of gray-white hair that ran along the back of his scalp. Despite kneeling and bowing his head, he was still almost taller than you.

"It is for you being Krieg that I bow, honorable one," his voice was soft. "You fight, without implant, without armor, without bolter, and often, without hope. And yet, you fight and give your lives - many times so that we Ultramarines might be feted in honor that would better be laid at your feet. It is our way to return what we can to those who have given so much for so very little."

"T-That's wrong! Don't do that!" The words popped out before you could stop them.

The Captain chuckled and stood. "I have heard that before as well, from a man I believe was named 12-98," he said, his voice wry. "He was a corporal, and the last of his squad to survive. I remember him, and his men, and will do so until the Emperor sees fit to return me to his side. Now..." He looked down at you from his towering height. "I am Captain Brutus, of the Ultramarines. And my Librarian has...pondered what you have said. He says that there is no known iconography of the, ah, forehead symbol that you displayed in his records. But, also, he sensed no Chaos taint - either on your person or from the world itself. While that is no assurance, it is enough for me to take you at your word - that you have been...chosen, somehow."

You blushed, hard, with hands, shoulders, and behind your mask. You put your hands behind your back, wondering if this...this Angel himself - who had bowed to you? Bowed to...to Krieg? To your people? Not to your spark of divinity, not to what...what you were, but who you were? You were about to pass out as Brutus continued.

"We have brought down what are most needed in cities like this - medicae supplies, Chapter Serfs that know to use them with an apothecary leader. We have beacons for landing additional construction materials, and servitors who can assist in their establishment. However there is yet the question of where the Chaos forces have gone. Our navigator claims that a ship did leave this system a few days hence...it could be that our best chance to give chase to the fiend is to leave near immediately."

Your head was still spinning. Brutus turned to face you and Kit and Amberly. His bald head gleamed in the rain as he stood without worrying. Then he seemed to start. "Oh, forgive me, I do sometimes go on when I'm thinking. What was it you wished to say?"

"Uh...uh..." you said, brain spluttering.

---
Well?
[ ] "I'm sorry. About, um...the...the everything."
[ ] "T-Thanks. I...are all Ultramarines like you?"
[ ] Splutter incoherently, then go silent
[ ] "This is Kit! He's my husband. He's also Exalted." (Use Kit to distract the Ultramarine from you)
[ ] Write In

ALso...
[ ] Give chase to the Lord Cartheniax and his foul flock on the Battle Barge - taking all the important people of City-1 with you as adjutants, guides, advisors and assistants.
[ ] Leave Cartheniax to run - you need to head to the capital of the sub-sector, to make it known what you, Kit and Amberly can do
[ ] Call a council of everyone together to debate what must be done. You're not the Emperor, you can't give orders to his Angels!
[ ] Write in


Health: Fine
Anima: Glowing
Willpower: 5/5
Personal Motes: 13/13 | Peripheral Motes: 28/28 (Committed Motes: 5)
Limit: 1/10 (Trigger: Being stymied by indulges around her)
XP: 0 | Solar XP: 2
Major Projects: 0/5
SXP: 4 | GXP: 17 | WXP: 6
 
Amberly must have some impressively high heels indeed if she's hoping to match a Space Marine's height.

As for the future... I'm thinking that strengthening and revitalizing the sector will do more good than chasing down Lord Whosits. There's always more threats out there and and not even a Circle can be in every hot spot at once.
 
[X] Plan Distraction Lunar
- [X] "This is Kit! He's my husband. He's also Exalted." (Use Kit to distract the Ultramarine from you)
- [X] Call a council of everyone together to debate what must be done. You're not the Emperor, you can't give orders to his Angels!

Yeah, volkites are nasty. But perhaps 41-22 has not yet encountered phosphex...

A council, to figure out if it's worth pursuing (talk with people who have War!) and if it is to be pursued, who we can pull off running the city or sending the message (check with someone with Bureaucracy!)
 
[X] Plan Distraction Lunar
- [X] "This is Kit! He's my husband. He's also Exalted." (Use Kit to distract the Ultramarine from you)
- [X] Call a council of everyone together to debate what must be done. You're not the Emperor, you can't give orders to his Angels!
 
[X] Plan Distraction Lunar
- [X] "This is Kit! He's my husband. He's also Exalted." (Use Kit to distract the Ultramarine from you)
- [X] Call a council of everyone together to debate what must be done. You're not the Emperor, you can't give orders to his Angels!

Cats do make for great distractions. 🐯
 
[X] Plan Let The Thoughts Win
-[X] "I'm sorry, this is driving me crazy. I just—could I please take a look at your equipment for a short minute? Thank you!"
-[X] Call a council of everyone together to debate what must be done. You're not the Emperor, you can't give orders to his Angels!
 
[X] "T-Thanks. I...are all Ultramarines like you?"
[X] Call a council of everyone together to debate what must be done. You're not the Emperor, you can't give orders to his Angels!

[X] Plan Let The Thoughts Win
-[X] "I'm sorry, this is driving me crazy. I just—could I please take a look at your equipment for a short minute? Thank you!"
-[X] Call a council of everyone together to debate what must be done. You're not the Emperor, you can't give orders to his Angels!
 
[X] "T-Thanks. I...are all Ultramarines like you?"
[X] Call a council of everyone together to debate what must be done. You're not the Emperor, you can't give orders to his Angels!

If we had been a Dawn or even a Zenith I'd be a lot more down with ordering marines around, maybe even if we have gotten someone less logistically adept than the smurfs, but that is not where we are. Also it is politically expedient not to push
 
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