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Dawn of War II: Retribution - Stench of Duty	By : salarta Category: +S through Z > Warhammer 40,000 Views: 18220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Cadian Shock Troops, a powerful segment of the greater Imperial Guard, stood victorious among the smoking ruins of planet Calderis' Argus settlement. Buildings and walls crumbled all around the regiment, each man and woman sweltering in their battle attire under the hot desert sun. Gusts of wind blew sand into bare faces. Bane Wolf tanks, loaded with Guardsmen Infantry Squad Troops, crushed stone pillars to dust under their treads. While the trained army returned to headquarters, four of its highest officers surveyed the battle's aftermath and plotted their next course of action. It was during these exchanges of tactics and strategy that Lord General Castor, the dark-haired Imperial Guard Commander of this fighting force, paused to sniff the air and scowled.

"Something reeks," he said.

The moment Castor raised his meltagun, his allies prepared for combat. The scarred, cyborg-eyed Commissar Lord Bernn pulled back his long military coat and brandished his sword. Sergeant Merrick strapped his Plasma Gun over his shoulder and radioed new orders to his troops. Only one of them, Inquisitor Adrastia, kept her blade sheathed at her side. Before the other three set out to scout for an unseen enemy, the Ordo Hereticus woman raised her head from her black armor's high collar with a snobbish scowl to her lips and a judging wrinkle at her temples lowering her eyebrows as she revealed a shameful truth to them.

"It's me."

With all of two words, she left the men bewildered. Through her silent glare, her green eyes spoke of her brazen contempt for any hint of judgment they set upon her for the stench fuming from her body. Her higher than thou tone changed not one bit as she explained the odor wafting toward them on the wind.

"I made a deal with some Orks led by one they called Captain Bluddflagg. In exchange for their efforts to defeat the corrupted Chapter Master Azariah Kyras, I allowed them to release their putrid seed down my collar. Inside this armor, every inch of my skin is coated in Ork sperm."

As if Adrastia's new musky swamp scent did not rattle them enough, the green goop chose this moment to ooze out the bottom of her coal black breastplate, across leather belts and metal chains until it dribbled over the letter of her order dangling between her legs. Her march closer to the three brought with it a loud, sickly squish of metal pressing xeno spunk against her breasts, and a stench potent enough to make each of them gag and retreat further away for every step she took.

"Disgusting! You would walk around reeking like some xeno cum dumpster to secure victory?!" Lord Bernn bellowed.

"No price is too high to pay if it roots out mutation or heresy and prevents the Exterminatus from wiping out all life in this sub-sector." Unlike the common courtesies of better men and women, Adrastia took hold of Lord Bernn's military dress shirt and pulled him face to face. Her torrid breath stank of brimstone and death all its own, fierce enough to eclipse the ork seed already tainting the Lord Commissar's nostrils. "I would suffer the indignities of mating with a xeno if it served a higher purpose for the Imperial Cult."

"We're not around the orks here. Couldn't you find a private area and clean yourself and your armor?" Castor asked. Though he shared the same disgust as his other allies, he knew the Inquisitor's temper and restrained himself for their sakes.

Adrastia looked to him, shifting her lank, greasy red hair aside. "Until the orks die or defeat Azariah Kyras, I am bound by contract with them to never remove my armor or wash myself. It feels and smells most foul, but the orks have keen senses. One whiff of me and they would know I betrayed my part of the deal."

"You can do anything you want, Inquisitor. But if you plan to carry on stinking of ork, stay away from my men," Sergeant Merrick demanded.

"It's because of their stupidity and weak faith that I must sink this low to save an entire system," barked Adrastia. "If I feel the need to punish them for their transgressions with my presence, I will do it with or without your blessings. It's the least they deserve."

With the barbs of her outrage loosed upon them, Adrastia turned, marching for headquarters with the sloppy ork slime dripping a trail in her wake. She hardly moved ten feet from her allies on the battlefield when their leader called to her, crisping her ears and causing her to glance back over her shoulder.

Castor asked, "What happened to the torch you used to carry?"

Her mouth hid under her collar, and the shade of her rimmed hat obscured the hateful glimmer in her eyes. Collecting her heavy leather cloak down the whole length of one arm, she threw it to her other side with a flourish to reveal the very same torch. Its handle buried deep in her ass, wedged tight through a gaping hole cut into the seat of her pants. Its fire burned a hot, brilliant orange between her bulbous, parted cheeks.

"The Eldar in this sector take great pleasure in using their telepathy to sense my discomfort as I walk around with my torch rammed up my ass. You will understand if I refrain from sitting for the duration of the campaign."

Releasing the cloak to fall over her backside, Adrastia set out again for headquarters.
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