The Lone Troubadour

The tall tales of a lone troubadour who wanders throughout the lands, collecting and writing stories and poetry, slaying dragons and capturing daemons.

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Location: Ontario, Canada

As a popculturist-turned-journalist I bring you the news Thompson-style. When I'm not dicking around exploring news-worthy information (Hell, everything is news-worthy) I'm usually resting in peace trying to avoid the world (Imagine that, a journalist who hates the world).

Saturday, July 29, 2006

++ COMMANDER GABRIEL'S LOG ++

DATE: 3246002.M42
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: Success is measured in blood; yours or your enemy's.

++ TRANSMISSION BEGINS ++

My company and I have just arrived in orbit around Colcha Prime. Revolt has sparked here, the result of several years of raids by 'demons that strike under cover of darkness'. Currently within it's ecliptic period, the planet is shrouded in darkness, which allowed the raids to grow in frequency and the panic spreading. The government, in an attempt to quell the widespread fear, contacted the Adeptus Administratum and Adeptus Ministorum to aid the darkened planet, and after several months with no respite or sign of progress, felt it necessary to call in the Space Marines.

We were called in after finishing our tour of duty against the Chaos forces within the Sabbat Worlds. The raiders on the planet have been identified as eldar pirates, and have been using a slave legion of humans, equipped to match the local PDF. My company, the 3rd Battle Company, colloquially known as 'Gabriel's Angels', were assigned to free this planet from the damned xenos. Assigned a small contingent from the 1st Battle Company, comprised of a squad of Terminators and the Venerable Brother Markus, we jumped towards the Colcha system.

We drop tomorrow, just after morning prayer, which will be led by our reverent Reclusiarch Xerxes. I hear it shall be truly rousing.

++ END TRANSMISSION ++

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