What follows is an accounting of a rationalization as to why Blood Angel tank crews can't get out there with the rest of the army...
Brother Ephraim (turret gunner): Brother-Driver Jacobus, gun our blessed
engines so that we may surge forth unto thine enemy!
Brother Jacobus: ....
Brother Ephraim: I said, dear Brother-Driver Jacobus, put thine annointed
pedal to the Emperor's metal, and hauleth thine Imperial buttocks
forward...to death!!!
Brother Jacobus: ....
Brother Ephraim: Jacobus? Jacobus?? Hello? Anyone- Who the hell are
you?
Brother-Tactical Jonesakiah: Hey, I'm Brother Jonesakiah. I just got out
of the Scouts an Emperor's Week ago. Your friend, um, what's his name-
Brother Ephraim: Brother-Driver Jacobus?
Brother-Tactical Jonesakiah: Yeah, him, so your friend, Brother-Jacob
Drivercus, um, yeah, so I saw him about 10, 20 Emperor's minutes ago,
ranting about Sanguinius.
Brother Ephraim: ....
Brother jonesakiah: So, yeah, um, so anyway, Commander Inferne ordered me
to fill in as driver...I think. He was doing some post-modern impressionist
paintings of his "visions," something about deconstructing Sanguinius as
"text."
Brother Ephraim: ....
Brother jonesakiah: Okay, yeah, so okay. Good. Okay. Okay, well, um, so
I guess I'm your driver. Not really certified on these things, but I use to
have a tricycle back as a kid on Baal...
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