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‘Your lasgun, trooper!’ the sergeant said. Then, as he had done with Leden before him, he checked the safety before inspecting the rest of the gun in turn. Sights, barrel, stock, holding lugs – for long seconds Ferres pored minutely over the lasgun as Larn felt sweat gathering at the back of his collar. Next, pressing the release catch Ferres pulled the power pack free to check the contacts and the cell well were clean. Then, glowering as he snapped the power pack back into place, Ferres raised his eyes to look at Larn once more. What you must know ! Slaanesh is the master of cruel passions and hidden vices, and of terrible temptations. Of all the Dark Gods, Slaanesh alone stands perfect - long-limbed and elegant with a haunting androgynous beauty that no being, mortal or otherwise, could resist. The children of Slaanesh are frighteningly fast and deliver a flurry of attacks. |
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