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Some random WH40k fanart I drew back in 2007 and finally bothered to finish coloring it.

Here below is my lame attempt of writefag content to accompany the work.

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The guardsman was delighted, the endless hours of exchanging heat & lead against the ever persistent Orks is finally over.
The sweet taste of victory has taken the guardsmen a well deserved trip to their ever lovable barraks.
The barren-filled world of SomeWorld-113 is filled by their joy of surviving the ordeal knowing how fragile their "t-shirts"
were and how inferior their "flash lights" to an Orks resilient hide as they marched back to base.

But to some... it was Tuesday.

The guardsman thought the same, this is not much different from the previous ones he thought... he then sighs. Upon their arrival
he decides to drop by at the living quarters for little rest but his stride was cut short by the sight of a familiar red hulking giant.

"Space Marines? here?"

"Blood Ravens at that, they just arrived", says another guardsman who happens to be sitting idly.

"Whatever the reason, I'm glad they're here to make things easier."

"They're not the only ones who came here.. them Sisters of Battle too."

"Really?!"

"Don't bother. They simply think we're not worth talking to. Crazy pyromaniac bitches..."

"That doesn't mean I won't take chances, excuse me.", the guardsman leaves politely leaves the lingering bum and resumes to his destination. Thoughts of meeting a
female for the first time in this planet that is the Sisters of Battle flows through his brain, least the arrival didn't turn out to be a sausage-fest. Like the
purging flames the Sisters used to 'purify' their foes, the guardsman's face flushes with joy.

"Excuse me, where is Block 17?"

The sudden interruption startled the guardsman, thinking that its probably one of the new IG recruits who got lost in the large halls of this facility
he replied in a bitter tone.

"Find it yourse--"

He stopped his sentence like when a Vindacare Assassin's bullet bores through a corrupt official's skull during a public speech, only the thing that stopped the stunned
guardsman is a sight never seen since the time Grots are seen stealing their underwear for no damned reason. His face flushed more brighter and then quickly pulls
himself together and replies:

"Just go straight and turn right, you'll be there"

"Thank you! I'm in a hurry..."

He doesn't believe it, yet he knows he'll bump into one soon..but not this soon. His eyes & ears are constantly telling him that he just met one of the Sisters of
Battle, albeit she's short in size her snow-white hair, fierce red eyes and form fitting black armor can make anyone tell. He curled up a smile in his face delighted
of his encounter, almost to the point of bragging it to his fellow guardsmen especially the one who badmouthed them.

And then, realizing that he might miss the chance of meeting her again, he quickly asks "Wait! What's your name?"

The Sister, who is just a turn away from the guardsman's vision turned her head around and replied: "My name is..."

"VVRRRRMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!"

A sound that sounded like a chainsaw echoes the facility at the very moment she opened her mouth pierced the guardsman's ears and instantaneously before he
reacts he saw darkness enveloping his vision...

He doesn't feel anything, nothing at all.. regardless, he had a good guess on the one responsible but he can't do anything about it other than asking himself:

"Love can Bloom huh..."
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All Warhammer 40k related © Games Workshop

Description
Some random WH40k fanart I drew back in 2007 and finally bothered to finish coloring it.

Here below is my lame attempt of writefag content to accompany the work.

------
The guardsman was delighted, the endless hours of exchanging heat & lead against the ever persistent Orks is finally over.
The sweet taste of victory has taken the guardsmen a well deserved trip to their ever lovable barraks.
The barren-filled world of SomeWorld-113 is filled by their joy of surviving the ordeal knowing how fragile their "t-shirts"
were and how inferior their "flash lights" to an Orks resilient hide as they marched back to base.

But to some... it was Tuesday.

The guardsman thought the same, this is not much different from the previous ones he thought... he then sighs. Upon their arrival
he decides to drop by at the living quarters for little rest but his stride was cut short by the sight of a familiar red hulking giant.

"Space Marines? here?"

"Blood Ravens at that, they just arrived", says another guardsman who happens to be sitting idly.

"Whatever the reason, I'm glad they're here to make things easier."

"They're not the only ones who came here.. them Sisters of Battle too."

"Really?!"

"Don't bother. They simply think we're not worth talking to. Crazy pyromaniac bitches..."

"That doesn't mean I won't take chances, excuse me.", the guardsman leaves politely leaves the lingering bum and resumes to his destination. Thoughts of meeting a
female for the first time in this planet that is the Sisters of Battle flows through his brain, least the arrival didn't turn out to be a sausage-fest. Like the
purging flames the Sisters used to 'purify' their foes, the guardsman's face flushes with joy.

"Excuse me, where is Block 17?"

The sudden interruption startled the guardsman, thinking that its probably one of the new IG recruits who got lost in the large halls of this facility
he replied in a bitter tone.

"Find it yourse--"

He stopped his sentence like when a Vindacare Assassin's bullet bores through a corrupt official's skull during a public speech, only the thing that stopped the stunned
guardsman is a sight never seen since the time Grots are seen stealing their underwear for no damned reason. His face flushed more brighter and then quickly pulls
himself together and replies:

"Just go straight and turn right, you'll be there"

"Thank you! I'm in a hurry..."

He doesn't believe it, yet he knows he'll bump into one soon..but not this soon. His eyes & ears are constantly telling him that he just met one of the Sisters of
Battle, albeit she's short in size her snow-white hair, fierce red eyes and form fitting black armor can make anyone tell. He curled up a smile in his face delighted
of his encounter, almost to the point of bragging it to his fellow guardsmen especially the one who badmouthed them.

And then, realizing that he might miss the chance of meeting her again, he quickly asks "Wait! What's your name?"

The Sister, who is just a turn away from the guardsman's vision turned her head around and replied: "My name is..."

"VVRRRRMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!"

A sound that sounded like a chainsaw echoes the facility at the very moment she opened her mouth pierced the guardsman's ears and instantaneously before he
reacts he saw darkness enveloping his vision...

He doesn't feel anything, nothing at all.. regardless, he had a good guess on the one responsible but he can't do anything about it other than asking himself:

"Love can Bloom huh..."
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All Warhammer 40k related © Games Workshop