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Chapter 3. Templar Trouble

As the fight came to a standstill, with the tyranids trying to climb over the bodies of their dead, and the Terminators out of ammunition, Tranolos decided to bring up the subject of the scouts' Chapter.

"Why are you here?" Asked Tranolos, hoping he would get an answer.

"Because this is our vessel," replied the scout, who was silently praying to the Emperor.

"No, you must be mistaken. This is an Ultramarines vessel. It always has been,"

"When you docked with the ship, did you see the Chapter it belonged to?"

"Of course we did. Are you saying we are blind?"

"No my lord, but this has always been a vessel of the Templars," replied the scout, trying to hide the fear in his voice. Annoying a Terminator was a bad idea. You might just end up dead. Terminators were known to have bad tempers.

"You see, we were in weapons locker three servicing our rifles when the ship docked. However, no-one told us. A techmarine came along and locked the door. We only got out when the xenos ate their way in. There was a message on the vox saying an ambassador had arrived, and he was Ultramarine, but they never said that the ship was under Ultramarine control,"

"I see," muttered Crimolos, and was about to say more when the vox crackled to life in the scouts' comm beads. The leader held up his hand to silence Crimolos, and they listened intently to the vox. Tranolos had the idea to change his vox's frequency, so he could listen in on their conversation.

"... is going according to plan. The Ultramarines don't suspect a thing," At this he linked all the Terminators vox links to the same frequency. Then Crimolos jerked in surprise and took a few menacing steps towards the scouts, who didn't see him coming. The scout leader turned and stared into the face of Crimolos, who was writhing in anger. The colour ebbed from his face as a look of pure fear appeared on it.

"L..l..l..lieutenant? What is it?"

" The Ultramarines don't suspect a thing, do they? Well, just call your CO and tell him he has just lost a scout, who thought he could outsmart a pyscher!" Exactly on cue Tranolos removed his helmet. All could see the bolts of lightning in his eyes. He focused on the scout, who suddenly found he could not breath as an invisible hand of energy slowly made its way round his neck. There was a look of fury in his eyes before there was a small snap, and he fell, his neck pulverised.

"You're going to regret that," said the scout with the heavy bolter.

"My only regret is that his death was quick," replied Tranolos, "yours, however, will be long and slow as you are crushed by plastasteel," he said, remembering Hakos, and ordered one of the Terminators to take him to his punishment.

"By the way, what happened to the guardsmen we left on the bridge?" Enquired Crimolos, also remembering the incident with the door. Tranolos clicked his comm and tried to raise the men.

"Yes, who is it?" asked the voice on the end, instantly recognisable as Belanos.

"It is me. Is everything going well back there?"

"Sure is. I don't like it. It's too quiet,"

"I believe the same thing. Hold your position, we'll come to you,"

"Roger that,"said Belanos, and cut the channel.

"Now what are we going to do with you?" The two snipers stood up, stood to attention and saluted.

"If it's all right with you, Sarge, and you, Lieutenant, we would like to stay alive. Not all of us were in on their little plan. We will serve you until my lord release me, or death take me," said the scout, and the other repeated the old saying. They had just sworn their loyalty to the Ultramarines Chapter.