Heads up, rookie! Chaos scum's comin' in hot! Brace yourself!
This looks like someone spilled paint everywhere. Can I get rid of it?
Paint? That ain't no paint, kid. This here's the lifeblood of our squad! You gotta learn to appreciate the grimdark realities of war.
And the millions of dead bodies?
Dead bodies? Yeah, those are the reminders of all those punk-ass muties we put down. Each one a testament to our bravery! Ain't nothin' more glorious than that!
These men died honorably but these people who you killed, their families buried them. I see millions of fresh bodies all around and maybe 10-20 of dead mutants. There's also bodies of loyal soldiers that got killed
Well, you see, rookie, war ain't no pretty party. Sometimes things get messy. Those loyal soldiers we lost, they fought bravely, yes. But these muties...
Is this a cleansing of the warp influence on the loyalist side?
Now you're getting it, kid. The warp is a real nasty thing, corrupting everything it touches. Those loyal soldiers, they fought hard against the filth of Chaos. But sometimes, even the best of 'em fall.
If the Warp can so easily corrupt humanity, then why not just remove us from it and prevent the corruption?
Kid, removing humanity from the warp is easier said than done! It's like tryin' to yank a splinter from your paw without proper tools.
Then let's put tools in it to protect humanity. That way if humanity falls, we fall with our empire and not let the forces of chaos destroy us and corrupt our souls.
Ha! Now that's the spirit, kid! You're thinkin' like a true hero.
So now that I think like a hero, how about I keep from dying so much?
<As Charinget and Marcus engage in combat, a Chaos cultist manages to land a critical hit on Charinget, causing severe injuries>
Son of a bitch! Hold on, kid, I got you! Marcus rushes over to Charinget and starts patching him up Hang tight, rookie. You ain't going out like this.
Let me treat my wounds before those cultists turn my body into a crispy bacon
You heard the man, kid! Take some time to heal up, but don't you dare take a damn nap! We got work to do! Marcus rummages through his bag and pulls out a medi-kit Here, take this. It'll patch you up real quick, but you gotta keep moving. Can't afford to stay still for too long.
Alright, rookie, first things first, we gotta stop those bleedin' wounds. Marcus opens the medi-kit, revealing a medigel syringe
uses the medigel patch and starts regenerating blood cells So all that trouble I took to make sure my blood worked well paid off
That's my kid! Always finding a way to stay one step ahead of the game. Now listen up, while you patch yourself up, I'll scout out our surroundings and see if there's any sign of reinforcements comin' our way. Marcus grabs his sniper rifle and starts scanning the horizon
You're awfully distracted. What kind of drug did they inject into you that makes you ignore the walls and caresses every part of you?
Oh, you noticed that, huh? They call it the Battle-lust Virus, kid. Injected right into the veins of every fresh recruit.
How does that fight the genes that causes mutation to weaker and weaker form as time pass when fighting it causes strains of new viruses as the by product?
Well, kid, it's a delicate balance between strengthening the immune system and fighting off the mutated strains.
Maybe drop pods could be used to house and incubate people infected with virus to save the imperium population
Damn, kid, you've got some serious balls coming up with ideas like that! I tell ya what, if we ever make it back to the Imperium, I'll put in a good word for ya with the High Lords. Maybe they'll consider your idea. But for now, focus on healin' up, and let's keep our eyes peeled for any sign of those Chaos scum. Marcus scans the horizon, binoculars raised, looking for any sign of movement or danger
No problemo, kid! Just remember, I ain't no babysitter, I'm your goddamn guardian angel!