1. I wanted to be in the army, tearing skins off, with battlecries of "No Pity! No Remorse! No Fear! FOR THE EMPEROR AND DORN!", not babysitting criminals.
2. Space Marines have most emotions, aside from anger, and moderate portions of others, removed, making love impossible. As is breeding, unless you count shifting portions of geneseed, and it really only belongs to the Ultramarines as a base. In my logs, I will deny all beside the others like of the Marine. It is not only impossible for the Space Marine to remain unmutantphobic, or Xenophobic for that matter, and impossible for him to feel anything but comradriery for anyone at all. Not even friendship. Like I said, my one request was to ignore all ingame information, and make him as Adeptus Astartes as possible. Little emotion. Complete faith in the Emperor and the Imperium. And no fear at all.
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>Log #3 837 M41:
Xenos! Greenskins! Damnation! Blast! I almost reached the scene, but it was over. And now these Emperor damned Sub-Humans think I'm a coward! Of all things! If my brothers had seen the rage I displayed! No matter. My plans will not be deterred by what they think of me.
The leader here planed on making me his Warden of Law. Like I could give a damn about these criminals. Send them to their Penal Legions then! Or if this race doesn't have Penal Legions, make some. Throw them at those Greenskins for example. Offer freedom for all I care.
As of late, I have been scraping together baser components in my head. They should help in the construction of a Vox-Unit at somepoint. But it will take some skill to construct one. And it will be as series of trial and error as well.
There seems to be one of these Sub-Humans around here who's taken a liking to me. If she's a warrior, then it should be strictly because were comrades in arms for now. Otherwise, she's picked the wrong species, and the wrong person. I am Adeptus Astartes, and a Black Templar no less. All matters of love are beneath me. Time that is used for such activities, and with a filithy Sub-Human no less, is better spent crusading for the Emperor, blessed be his name.
She had better keep a good distance out of combat. I have no intentions of returning such emotions. And if she talks of blushing one more time, I swear I'll rip that foolish heart out of that tiny ribcage. It was the reflection of my optics off my noise dispensors.
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