Sergeant Jarrod

by Slayer

Kaleth thoughtfully walked from the meeting. He had just learned the truth from the remnants of the Alpha Legion.

Only one of the Sergeants hadn't been there. Jarrod. He was now heading to see why he was absent during such an important meeting.

Knocking on the door gave him no answer, so he pushed it open.

The aroma hit him first. An intoxicating mixture of drugs, insense, and other, more vile substances.

He was shocked, to say the least when looking upon the view in the room. Jarrod and his squad memebers were lying around, in a drug (amoung other things!) induced slumber. All were semi-naked, or worse.

Jarrod let out a low moan of pleasure, and opened his eyes, to stare striaght into the questioning eyes of his leader, Kaleth.

"Oh shi.." he stuttered.

Kaleth held up one hand, "No, don't bother."

He stared down at the Slanesh tatoo on the chest of Jarrod, and quietly spoke.

"This sickening display of your bodily weaknesses would normally be your death Jarrod." Kaleth growled.

Jarrod visibly paled.

"However, due to recent...revelations, your....beliefs.....can now be accepted. You will not be treated as heretics."

Wide eyed, Jarrod jumped up, or at least tried to, had the ropes not been tied so tight. Half standing, he frantically began questioning Kaleth.

Kaleth simply told him of the meeting, of the worship of the old gods, of how they were treated by heretics, by the false Emperor and his psychotic followers. He told of the cold blooded ambush the Imperium had inflicted upon them, and all the followers of Horus.

Jarrod began to sway. His head was beginning to pale, as the ropes were cutting off circulation at the angle he was standing up at. Kaleth reached over, and with his knife, slashed through the ropes, allowing the embarrased Jarrod to stand.

"But I don't..." Jarrod began again.

"Enough. There will be a FULL chaptor briefing in three hours. I want ALL of us there." Kaleth said coldly.

He turned and walked from the room. Jarrod collapsed onto one of the big cushions they had, and sighed. "Oh shit." he simply said, before puffing on an ornate, Slanesh marked pipe.