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Okay... first GS cast of the banner top was a failure. Oh, well, I'm making another one right now.
Bought a cheaper modelling putty to try out. I guess it will be a decent filler at the least. Also bought a tank model kit to have some fun with it later.
Downloading Dawn of War mods to try out. Space Hulk and Daemonhunters are already on the hdd.
Today I'm going to another exam, this is spoken English. Gonna be easy... 
Also, went to writing, but it's not "tale of the storyteller" that got my attention. This one has been partially posted almost exactly three months back, current working title is "Of their own blood".
"Gruesome death usually comes in small, pretty packages"
-Imperial Guard Veteran
A planet is slowly running its eternal course around a star.
By human standards it is habitable, with all enviromental parameters with no more thewn 1% difference from those of Terra itself. It has been colonised many thousand years ago, but as it sometimes happened, the descendants of the colonists have lost the technology and knowledge of their forefathers, descending lower and lower on the scale of civilization. The Terra and the Emperor became legends, myths and fables which slowly passed out of memory.
Strange beings rule this world, ancient and powerful creatures that bring primal fear to the population. Yet, maybe they are the last thing that prevents the planet from plummeting into the pit of savagery... or maybe they ensure that it won't crawl further out of it.
Whatever it is, whoever they are, all that will soon change.
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A rent appears in the scape of stars surrounding the world, a wound in the very fabric of reality. A slim vessel darts through, like a metallic raven and then the rent closes. Within the tiny by Imperial standards shell, this starcraft encompasses technology dating back beyond the Horus Heresy, some so complex that the wisest Techno-Magi of Mechanicus could not identify their purpose nor operation. But its lone passenger knows everything about them. How can a mother not know her child?
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Within the metal shell, a dead display screen suddenly flickers to life, row upon row of symbols, letters and numbers scrolling through, illuminating the cabin and its occupant in soft, greenish light.
Finally, after several thousand lines of machine code passed through it, the screen goes blank and flashes up with a single line.
After a few seconds, the line disappears and another one takes its place.
Delicate fingers dance across the keyboard panel.
RED COUNTESS
The figure on the seat lets a faint smile visit its face for a moment. The irony these words held has long ago rubbed off.
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TRIANGULATE POSITION
A powerful cogitator begins comparison the virtual starscape of its simulated reentry point with that provided by the sensors. Several minutes pass without any reaction from the machine.
SCAN
Y
Huh?
Y
Figure on the seat ponders this fact for a while.
That wasn't expected.
The description seemed to tug a string in its memory, faint shadow of a recollection...
Where did I hear that before?
Doesn't matter. Got a job to do.
ENTER DROP POINT
In the darkness of the void, the metal shape begins to adjust its position, mighty engines running on a mere fraction of their power. Like a predator stalking its prey, it turns towards the planet, moving to a pre-calculated position in the orbit around the world.
Y
Grin.
<03:00>
<02:59>
<02:58>
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On the belly of the vessel, a previously hidden bay opens and something moves from within it.
<00:01>
Off we go...
<00:00>
A rectangular shape shoots out, almost immediately falling into the embrace of the gravity field, going straight towards the surface of planet below.
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Lone drop pod plummeted through the atmosphere. Smaller then those normally used by Imperium, it was free of any markings, par one: a red double-cross piercing a lemniscate was emblazoned upon the single hatch. Little larger then a coffin, it could clearly accommodate no more then one passenger. But for its purpose, one was enough.
Something was striking about the pod... whether by purpose or some terrible mistake, it was not equipped with back thrusters... it could not decelerate before landing, making it little more then a man-made meteor...
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The capsule crashed onto the rocky surface of the world with a force that would splinter the bones of an ordinary human or even a super-human member of Astartes. But the being inside was no mere human nor a Space Marine. It was something... else, something altogether more powerful... But even it could not survive the impact totally unscathed.
The pod, as unbelievable as it might seem, survived the impact with only superficial damage, just like if it was built with such treatment in mind...
Three ribs and arm. Dammit.
Broken bones began to move within the flesh with a disgusting feeling, reassuming their anatomical positions and knitting themselves back together within several minutes.
I hate this.
Detonator set. Gotta move out.
Suddenly, the hatch flew into the air as if blown away by an explosion. For a split second, a slender figure with two curved blades attached to its forearms stood against the night sky. And then it was gone.
Shattered remains of the capsule were the only traces of the new visitor to this world of eternal twilight and red mist...
And then they vanished in a fierce explosion.
Pray to whatever you believe in, f***ers. I'm coming for you!
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This is still not finished. Actually, that's only very beginning.
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